"That brat's vital chi doesn't show any sign of depletion, even though he's using his aura to its maximum. It's as if he has an endless supply. His bloodline is also extremely pure; without him doing anything, the chaos elements around him seem to be following his will," the tiger demon said, analyzing the scene inside the Hunter Association.
"This is what is terrifying about vital chi cultivators. They can win a fight with just their presence. But this kid is still considered a monster, even compared to all the vital chi cultivators I have seen in my life. A Mortal Realm cultivator pressuring a group of Ascendant Realm cultivators to the point that they don't even dare to move a muscle... I wouldn't have believed such a thing was possible if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," Silas added with a light smile on his face.
"According to the information our people gathered, this kid practices three types of techniques. One is a technique to cultivate killing intent, the second is the infamous Ultimate Demon Body Forging Art, and the last is a shaman technique he acquired recently, which he seems to have cultivated to perfection. As for his bloodline, it was extracted by the Stone Wills a long time ago, but by the looks of it, his bloodline seems to have reawakened, even though he still doesn't have an inner world or an elemental core," the tiger demon added, relaying what he had heard about Draven.
Silas put away his wine gourd into his storage ring. "He might have had an opportunity inside the Asura God's Mansion. That old man had several weird things with unknown uses, even I don't know them all. One of them might have helped him recover his bloodline."
He then frowned and said, "Anyway, if we don't stop this kid now, he might kill all of those people inside just by standing there."
After that, he simply waved his hand, and James appeared in front of him out of nowhere.
James had a stunned look on his face when he saw himself standing in the clouds, but his expression changed to one of wariness when he saw a tiger and a human standing before him.
With a hand on his chest, he hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Senior, for saving my life."
Silas nodded. "It's not a big deal." He then turned to the tiger beside him and said calmly, "Make sure he doesn't die too fast."
James's expression stiffened when he heard this, but before he could say anything, both of his arms slid down from his shoulders.
"Aarghhh..." A heart-wrenching scream escaped James's mouth, but Silas quickly enclosed the space around them with a spatial barrier, isolating the sound from the outside world.
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Back at the Hunter Guild, Draven was stunned when James disappeared from before his eyes suddenly. Even though he tried scanning the area with his spiritual sense, he could not detect James's aura anywhere.
"Nightcrawlers, right? It didn't matter whether I was her son or not. For me, she will always be my mother. If I don't die, I will surely come after each of you, even if you are a god!" Draven shouted at the top of his lungs in frustration and stomped his feet on the ground.
His feet, wrapped in dragon tail leg intent, were as destructive as the tail of a real dragon. The white jade floor exploded under Draven's powerful stomp.
After venting his frustration, Draven finally calmed down. His ruby red eyes became purple once again, and the red lightning swimming around him also disappeared. Draven recalled his aura back into his body, and everything around him returned to normal.
All the Ascendant Realm cultivators who were barely standing upright until now finally breathed a sigh of relief when they felt the pressure on them disappear.
But the place was a complete mess. Many cultivators lay unconscious on the floor, while others still shivered as they sprawled on the ground in fright.
Looking around, Draven noticed a middle-aged woman looking at him with dark lines on her face. She was wearing a white robe and looked heroic rather than merely beautiful.
Draven sighed helplessly when he noticed her angry look. "Don't worry, Big Sister Helen, I will cover all the losses."
This woman was Helen Light, the head of the Hunter Association in the 36th Stronghold. Draven had no idea how strong she was, but he had a good relationship with her since he was little. If not for that, he was sure she would have beaten him up already for damaging the floor.
Helen's expression eased when she heard this. "The floor in my office is also of low quality. When you repair this, make sure to replace it as well," she said casually before leaving.
Draven's mouth twitched. The white jade in the reception hall was of the 2nd tier, while the one inside Helen's office was of the 1st tier. Normally, he would only have to replace the broken tiles with new ones. But if he had to replace Helen's entire office floor with 2nd tier white jade stone, Draven was sure his pocket would be torn open.
Just as Draven was in despair, he noticed Phil, the burly policeman, standing to the side like a scared child. A smile appeared on Draven's face, and he walked forward towards Phil.
Phil hurriedly stepped backward in fright, but Draven ignored his reaction and tapped him on his shoulder. "Phil, right?"
Phil nodded hurriedly.
"So, Brother Phil, you see, because of you guys, I have to compensate the Hunter Association for the damage caused during our fight. Why don't you and your brothers take up this responsibility?" Draven asked with a sincere tone.
Phil stared at Draven blankly. 'When did we even fight? Wasn't it you who stomped on the floor for no reason? Why do we have to pay for the repair?'
Phil didn't voice his thoughts aloud. He maintained a reassuring expression on his face and nodded with a smile. "Of course... of course. Since we accused Brother Draven by mistake, we should at least help you with this."
Draven nodded in satisfaction and said, "You are right. Since you understand your mistake, you should also look after all the people lying unconscious on the floor. After all, we can't just leave them like this, right?"
Phil could only nod his head in agreement. After Draven's earlier display of power, he didn't even dare to look straight into his eyes, let alone refute anything Draven said.
Draven didn't mind his reaction. He never intended to kill any of the policemen unless it was a last resort. After all, doing so would mean facing the consequences of offending the Celestial Army, which maintained law and order in all forty strongholds.
Looking around, he noticed Alexandria lying unconscious near the reception and walked towards her.
"Hey... Lexa... Lexa," Draven called out, slapping her cheeks gently, but she showed no sign of waking up.
In the end, he lifted her up in a princess carry and walked out of the Hunter Association towards a 2nd tier, 5-star hotel opposite the association.
A hotel's tier was allocated according to the level of cultivators it was capable of serving; 1st tier meant Mortal Realm and 2nd tier meant Ascendant Realm. As the tier increased, the realm of the cultivators they were qualified to serve also increased. The 5-star rating, much like in Draven's previous world, signified the quality of their service, dependent on evaluations from the Hotel Association of Valoria.
At the reception, Draven ordered a heavy meal and a neat set of clothes for himself before walking into the room allotted to him.
After tossing Alexandria onto the fluffy white bed inside the room, Draven entered the bathroom to take a shower. By the time he came out, the hotel staff had already delivered his new clothes: a white hoodie and loosely fitting black pants. Though they looked ordinary, both were made from Ascendant Realm beast skin, offering a fair level of defense and elemental resistance.
Now that his strength was equal to someone at the 4th stage of the Ascendant Realm, Draven was not worried about earning money, so he decided to spend lavishly on himself.
He also, for the first time, cut his hair by himself using his Asura Sword Intent. If the Asura God knew his life's hard work was being used as a shaving technique by Draven, he would have vomited blood in anger.
But Draven didn't care. He was satisfied with his new hairstyle. Looking in the mirror, his hair was neatly cut in a skin fade, with the one-inch-long hair at the front combed back in an elevated style, giving his face a naturally refined look.
Coupled with his sharp jawline and the black hoop earring on his left ear, he looked so handsome that Draven himself felt a twinge of jealousy, remembering his average looks from his previous life.