At this moment, Fuchao City, having embraced the nightfall, was officially revealing its moniker as the "Jiangnan Night Star."

The Blood Control Sect's residence wasn't far and the elders here had not chosen to set it up in a very conspicuous location; rather, it was situated in quite a secluded area.

After all, even the Blood Control Sect itself didn't plan on recruiting any disciples through visibility.

What decent person would join the Blood Control Sect? As for the indecent, they would find their way in even if they had to block the doors, so it's just as well to save some money and make do with a remote place.

A whole street of blood-red lanterns cast a red light that seemed somewhat unsettling; while merely turning a corner, the adjacent streets appeared diametrically opposite.

If every other street outside represented the overt prosperity of Fuchao City, then the street where Liang Yi and his companions were now was surely the embodiment of the city's dark underbelly.

One couldn't say it was sparsely populated; on the contrary, there were many people here.

However, unlike other places, those walking here were all cultivators. Most of them hung their heads low, obscuring their faces with straw hats or hoods, with only a few walking proudly, their eyes looking down on everyone with disdain.

The reason they weren't hooded and beaten up was that everyone knew well that such attitudes could only come from one place: the Blood Control Sect.

Only disciples from the Blood Control Sect would strut around so arrogantly, looking down on everyone.

But no matter who it was, upon seeing Liang Yi and his party standing at the entrance of the alley, they would unanimously avert their gaze and resist scrutinizing them.

Three people and one beast, each more problematic than the last, mere presence was enough to invoke a pressure akin to a landslide or tsunami roaring from the end of the street with the gales, the dangerous aura bristling hairs on everyone's skin.

Especially the tall woman at the back - just one glance her way and one would feel as if they were being scorched by flames; if eyes did not avert quickly, there might well have been a case of spontaneous combustion on the street.

As for the tall and beautiful woman's realm, it was utterly inscrutable, beyond anything they had ever encountered.

Off limits, absolutely off limits!

Those who could be here had certain discernment; without it, one wouldn't last long.

The entire street was built similarly to others, with shops lined up and some setting up stalls right on the ground to do business.

Although the atmosphere of the whole street seemed very eerie, both inside the shops and on the ground mats, the glitter and splendour of treasures were dazzling enough to blind anyone.

Seeds imbued with the aura of the Great Dao, magical treasures left by ancient emperors, an Array Plate handcrafted by the foremost ancient expert of the Array Dao. Whether real or fake, at least they looked the part.

"Senior Brother, this place is..." Su Youyi looked around and then glanced sidelong at the brightly lit bustling street not far away, puzzled by such a stark contrast.

"This is a place akin to a black market," Liang Yi casually explained. "As you know, nearly every city in the Immortal Dynasty has a black market, just like the one we went to in Qingliang before, all under the influence of Zhou Wudao. However, there's one peculiar place, and that's Fuchao City."

Of course, Liang Yi and his group weren't going to cover their heads and faces; they walked openly on the street. Their striking appearance combined with a deadly danger that could scare anyone to death caused the usual predatory gazes seeking out easy prey to quietly retract.

Those with sharp eyesight were safe, but then there were those without it who were too stingy to donate to the needy,

Those lacking discernment seldom survived long on this street, but there were still those who had good luck and managed to avoid a beating.

"Hey... Young man, two fairies, come have a look at our treasures. Just brought out from a Secret Realm, still with the fragrance of that realm's soil on them!" A shadow dashed across, and a one-eyed burly man blocked Liang Yi and the others, wearing a frivolous smile on his face.

The burly one-eyed man was asking Liang Yi for his opinion, but his gaze uncontrollably shifted towards Su Youyi and Zhou Yuqing behind Liang Yi.

Damn, he has never seen such good-looking people in his life! Probably not in his past life either.

The one-eyed man, who was busy planning to take a good look and profit from the sight, didn't notice the schadenfreude in the eyes of the other people on the street.

"Is that Wang Qiang? That sticky plaster is at it again?"

"No one's buying his rubbish goods, so he just shamelessly clings on, talking non-stop with his thick face. He sees others getting customers and starts making snide and nauseating comments. Is that guy still not dead?"

"He doesn't dare to leave this street, right? Blood Control Sect said no fighting, so no fighting it is, they don't care about the rest."

"Just wait, there will be a good show. Based on my years of experience here, this guy is definitely going down this time."

The whispered snickers around him didn't reach Wang Qiang's ears; at this moment, his whole body was going soft, and he felt light as a feather.

"Huh? What's this thing, it stinks so ba-...ugh!" Mister Orange, who was initially interested in watching this fearless man, suddenly caught a whiff of an extremely foul stench that made its way into his nostrils, instantly turning his stomach.

Mister Orange thought there was nothing in this world he couldn't handle or swallow, but only now did he realize how wrong he was, and quite spectacularly so!

"Hey, beast sir, you have a good eye!" Wang Qiang was still immersed in the beauty of the two fairies of his dreams, but after hearing Mister Orange's comment, he reflexively gave a thumbs up and loudly praised him.

This interruption also caused Zhou Yuqing, who was about to turn this guy to ashes, to pause for a moment.

Even though Wang Qiang had a smile on his face, he was secretly annoyed—it wasn't the right time for his instinctual reaction.

Liang Yi, with an expressionless face, quietly rubbed his index finger and thumb inside his sleeve, retracting a concealed Sword Qi.

While Su Youyi felt somewhat displeased by this man's gaze, she was a bit puzzled by Mister Orange's words.

"Stinky? I didn't smell anything."

"How could you not smell it, meow! This disgusting odor, I could smell it from eight hundred miles away!" Mister Orange lamented as if longing for death, as he reflexively sealed off most of his sense of smell, barely able to endure it.

"Uh..." Wang Qiang, who had just subconsciously complimented Mister Orange, looked somewhat sheepish. His previous comment was entirely instinctive, the kind he would say regardless of who was on the receiving end.

But what he was holding was a flower...

"Could it be that this strange little beast's nose is malfunctioning?" Wang Qiang silently mused to himself.

"Not at all, I smell something fragrant. What about you, Sister Yuqing?" Su Youyi double-checked herself—her sense of smell was fine, so she asked Zhou Yuqing next to her, confused.

"It's fragrant," Zhou Yuqing replied with an indifferent tone.

"Huh? You guys must have a problem, meow." Mister Orange looked troubled as if he was the only sober person in a crowd of drunks.

Both sides offered completely different baffling remarks, which also confused Liang Yi because he smelled nothing at all.