Originally, with the Fifth Realm's cultivation, killing a Third Realm Wang Qiang was as simple as squashing a chick, but the appearance of that card made him somewhat unsettled—

Only the most distinguished guests possessed such a card.

Realizing something was amiss, the burly man decisively stowed away his hammer, grabbed the nearly frightened-out-of-his-wits Wang Qiang, and with a slight flicker of his figure, disappeared from the spot.

This cautious action left many in the black market who were observing the situation somewhat disappointed; this man was too dull. Couldn't he just spill the beans and entertain everyone?

The crowd, still not fully satisfied, was itching for more, but they couldn't just force him to explain and they helplessly returned home to continue with their affairs.

"Ugh..."

Wang Qiang, being carried by the collar and transformed into tunneling light, went from extreme movement to extreme stillness in less than a breath, feeling as if he had been thrown into a barrel and rolled around for three days, his stomach already churning to the point he could not hold back.

By now, they had arrived in a simply decorated room, the window half-open with a small fresh flower quietly peeking out. A summer breeze stirred, the lights inside the room were soft and gentle, and a man was checking the day's ledger of the trade association.

"Manager..."

The burly man stood respectfully at the desk, proactively calling out.

"Hmm?" Si Fu looked up surprisingly at the burly man at the desk.

He knew this subordinate of his; silent in nature, often not speaking for months, yet reliable in handling matters.

Now, not only had he actively brought back the target meant to be eliminated, but he also spoke as if there was something important to report, it must be something beyond his handling.

"Tell me, what happened?" Ignoring the still retching Wang Qiang, Si Fu asked the burly man.

With a steady tone, the burly man recounted everything that had just happened in great detail.

"Hmm... this card, wasn't it Qingliang who applied for this for Young Hero Liang originally?" Taking the card handed over by the burly man, Si Fu glanced at it and understood the origin of the card.

"Huh? This..." Just as Si Fu wanted to say more, a sense of spirit without malice transmitted directly from the card into Si Fu's mind.

"So, it was like this. It seems Young Hero Liang has helped us out again." Understanding the situation, Si Fu could not help but grin silently at Wang Qiang, who lay on the ground pretending to be dead, thinking how unlucky this fellow was.

Even the foolish Wang Qiang realized something was not right. Was he entrapped by that young master?

"This card is indeed genuine. Here are fifty thousand spiritual coins; take them safely." Si Fu smiled and collected the card that belonged to Liang Yi, handing over the spiritual coins without any delay.

Wang Qiang looked at the large sum in his ring that he had never seen before, his expression somewhat dull and disbelieving.

With these spiritual coins, what Spirit Pill, Magical Treasure, or secret manual could he not obtain? He would no longer be just a Cultivator stuck at the Third Realm.

"Thank you, Manager! Thank you, Manager!" Wang Qiang hurriedly stood up, continuously bowing in gratitude to Si Fu, but due to his angle, he failed to see the smirk on Si Fu's face.

"So... should I... take my leave now? That young master is still waiting for me to return and deliver the card to him..."

Without receiving any response, Wang Qiang, gradually realizing that something was amiss, had a cold sweat trickling down his temple. He concocted a little clever plan to extricate himself, pointing his toes towards the door.

But the silent burly man took steps forward and stood directly at the doorway, completely blocking Wang Qiang's path.

"You've already received the money, the transaction is considered complete, and you and that young master are naturally even," Si Fu said nonchalantly as he twirled his thumb ring, his tone light.

"Now we should also settle the matter of you tarnishing my business's reputation..." Si Fu's mouth split into a grin, his smile growing perilous as if he was staring down a lamb waiting for the slaughter, intensifying Wang Qiang's trembling.

Elsewhere, Liang Yi and his companions, who had already left the ominous black market street, were now confrontationally facing two cultivators with matching blades with a dejected expression.

"I really am Liang Yi from the Taoist Sect..." Liang Yi helplessly repeated his earlier statement once more, unable to fathom why these buffoons didn't believe him.

"You're Liang Yi from the Taoist Sect? Don't piss and look at your reflection... Do you have no shame at all!" The red-clad burly man standing guard scoffed disdainfully, his eyes barely cracked open. He intended to mock the foolish young man, but unexpectedly, the young man's visage made it impossible to deride him.

"How do you prove you're Liang Yi?" The other burly man also cracked his eyes slightly, staring sideways at Liang Yi and his companions in the same posture.

"How can I prove I am me?" Liang Yi found this rather amusing, as it was the first time his face didn't grant him recognition. But surely, this person was indeed from the Blood Control Sect, his straightforward nature was unmistakable.

"Stop dawdling, get lost!" Zhou Yuqing said annoyed, extending her jade-like hand towards the door and snapping her fingers directly at the two men.

"Ah, so hot, it's so hot…"

Red flames ignited spontaneously and encompassed the bodies of the two stout men at the doorway as soon as they bloomed in the void, causing them to cry out in pain.

Liang Yi shrugged, not disinclined at all to Zhou Yuqing's actions; dealing with those from the Blood Control Sect required a straightforward and brutal approach sometimes.

"Playing dumb in front of me? Since your brains are broken, I don't mind helping you burn them out!" Zhou Yuqing smiled coldly. These two clearly knew better but pretended to be clueless, deserving a lesson to grasp the gravity.

Both of the blade-wielding men had recognized Liang Yi and Su Youyi at first sight, for they were easy to identify. However, due to a peculiar mindset, they insisted on pretending not to know them.

They hadn't expected to encounter someone so fiercely confrontational, which was a clear provocation against their Blood Control Sect!

Watching the flames extinguish, altering their skin color and white smoke still puffing from their mouths, Su Youyi barely restrained herself from bursting into laughter.

"Can you prove it now?" Liang Yi asked with amusement, repeating his question once more. But this time, the two men, nearly brain-addled from the heat, dared not feign ignorance anymore and obediently led Liang Yi through the gates.

Because the Blood Control Sect wasn't particularly concerned with forces outside their dominion, the base in Fuchao City seemed quite ordinary, lacking the flamboyance of the Complete Heaven Sect.

But still, it was indeed the governing power behind a city's black market; the street they'd just left was but an insignificant part of the vast black market which contributed an astronomical sum of spiritual coins every year.

The Blood Control Sect's base didn't resemble the grimly murky outer black market; however, it was by no means lavish or majestic—instead, it bore a more intense murderous aura. Not many disciples of the Blood Control Sect were present here, apart from those permanently stationed or assigned by the sect for missions, almost no one else could be seen.

However, what puzzled Su Youyi was, why did everyone they passed seem to carry injuries?