Divine Emperor of Death

Davis, or rather Feng Chu, appeared in his master chamber after leaving Katherine Hilltail in his women's care and exiting the Nine-Treasured Immortal Ordeal Palace.

He left the mansion, arriving at the estate's lanes when he spotted Founder Alstreim walking towards him.

"Descendant, you're back safely. That's good."

Founder Alstreim Windstorm heaved a sigh of relief while Davis smiled lightly, explaining a bit about the gazes he felt around when entering and exiting Klade's estate.

"Ah, yes. I felt those gazes too. Just as you said, Ancestor Cornelia's immortal tribulation would be a good way to make them realize that we're not a threat."

"Yes, but where did you go all this while?"

"Just tying a few loose ends."

Davis's eyes flashed. Did this Founder just leave to kill some people who knew that he was still alive, or perhaps, shut their mouths with money?

Nonetheless, he gave an appreciative nod and bid farewell. However, he was stopped once again.

"Davis, this is not much, but this is my family's entire life savings. Although you're already rich, I hope that it would help you grow since I can't provide you with any support since the Alstreims are now being searched for."

A spatial ring appeared in Davis's hand. It was unbound, causing him to use and investigate it. Surprisingly, he found a million immortal crystals in it, causing him to raise his head and look at Founder Alstreim. His expression was one of indifference, but his gaze possessed some gratitude.

"I won't forget this."

With a few words, he accepted the spatial ring.

Looking at Davis accept the million immortal crystals, Founder Alstreim also heaved a sigh of relief. These million immortal crystals were not his alone. It belonged to his entire family, dead immortals included. Now that Davis had accepted all their help, he felt assured that Davis wouldn't feel that they were not doing anything other than hiding.

However, Davis didn't think anything like that.

Instead, he was slightly guilty that he implicated them with his infamous title.

Since that was the case, he knew that it was only a matter of time before those people who wanted him started searching for the Alstreim Family in the First Haven World because they couldn't find him. With Founder Alstreim essentially leaving to tie some loose ends before learning that those people were on their tail, he could only feel thankful for taking care of the other end.

But Davis inwardly scoffed. After all, the truth would come out no matter how he tried to conceal his presence.

He knew that he couldn't fully conceal himself. It just wasn't possible. In that case, he could only try to increase his cultivation as fast as possible, and he made some progress in that by gaining a significant amount of karmic sin that increased his hold on karmic sin.

He was looking forward to raising it to the third-tier karmic sin soon enough.

Bidding farewell once again, Davis left the estate. He walked through the streets, took a carriage, and ended up arriving at the eastern city gate. He exited the city gate and followed the pathway following the map Founder Windstorm Alstreim gave him.

He was heading towards the Thirty-Second Fire Phoenix City, where the Ghost Tear Hall was located, according to the Skull Breaking Poison Assassin he crushed.

Rushing past the mountains and even a river that was far and wide enough to be called a sea on a flying boat, he arrived in the Thirty-Second Fire Phoenix City. It was further from the Thirty-Fourth Fire Phoenix City and located in the middle of this sea, making it so that it was unharmed by the attack of the Vacuous Beasts. The city also seemed a bit more prosperous than the previous city.

However, within a few minutes of walking through the streets, he could sense more ill gazes than he felt in the previous city.

'This city is definitely a stronghold of shady things.'

It didn't take long for Davis to find many brothels, mercenary guilds, and shady stores. Perhaps, many bandits use mercenaries as a front to legalize their activities. Just who had the time to investigate them, and if they were investigated, they would lay low if the enemy was strong or strike back if the enemy was weak.

It was a good way to get past many lawful binding that the city officials would have over them. If their relationship worsened, they could always move to another city.

Nonetheless, using this chance, he sold his loot from the immortals he killed, bandits he eliminated, and other sources. As a result, the Immortal Crystals in his hands increased from 73,845 to 1,955,663.

Combined with the million Immortal Crystals Founder Alstreim gave him, he now possessed a total of 2,955,663 Immortal Crystals.

It took him an entire day as he used many disguises and sold diverse equipment to different shady stores. Perhaps, due to that, his profit margin wasn't much, but he had definitely gotten rid of any suspicions one might have over his identity.

With this wealth, he could also afford to buy that scumbag of a Rein for Ancestor Cornelia's immortal tribulation celebratory gift, but there were still two days to go before the stipulated time limit of reservation, so he wasn't worried.

Having dropped all the useless items he had been carrying all this time, he quickly made his way to the location the Skull Breaking Poison Assassin pointed out.

Noticing the fountain at the end of the four-way street, he took a left. There was a small lane leading to the left once again. Heading in that alleyway, he saw the front was a dead end. There was only one door to the right, and that entrance to the side of the building had a board in front of it.

[Lightning Flail Mercenaries]

Grabbing both handles, Davis pushed the doors open and walked straight into the building.

In an instant, he perceived the presence of nine people. Five looked like typical mercenaries with their burly builds and mustaches, while there was another one, a receptionist with a skinny build. As for the other three, they were around the corners or the ceiling, perhaps standing guard. They were the real assassins, immortal ones at that.

His ability to perceive threats at a close range was off the charts because only could he feel the hostile gaze of others, but he could also sense the threat to his life. If he couldn't sense one, he was bound to sense the other, and he felt that it was all thanks to his Everlasting Samsara Tribunal Soul Physique.

Abruptly, a teenager who seemed to be fourteen or fifteen years old came running out of another room, heading towards him.

"Big brother! Please welcome to our Lightning Flail Mercenaries! Have you come to request our protection services, or do you want us to take care of someone in a way that would cause them to come running towards you for mercy?"

Davis gazed deep into the teenager's eyes and saw that he didn't have a bad will. He shook his head, causing the teenager to frown before his eyes brightened.

"Perhaps, has big brother come to join our Lightning Flail Mercenaries?"

"That's right. You're smart."

Davis patted that teenager's shoulder, causing him to smile excitedly before he ran off to the reception desk. Grabbing a quill dipped in ink and a paper, he returned and placed it on a table and then led Davis to that table with a diligent look on his face.