Main District's Reality

It was in the middle of the West Side of the main districts. Inside a few buildings that were well known for their high-class Cafés and Bars, Walter's Assault Team was currently sitting around a table with impatient looks, waiting for the young cultivator.

Walter received a call a few hours earlier, confirming him that Fell had finally sorted out his issues. He ordered his team to join him as they were going to see Fell again, making them group up in one of New Casablanca's most esteemed café. His goal was to deepen his relationship with Fell, as he could feel that something was brewing in the city and that it wouldn't be long before it exploded.

At the same time, Fell was currently walking on the spotless side road. His steps were unhurried, and his head would dart in several directions. He was looking everywhere, imprinting the view of the shining city in his mind.

As he walked on the road, he quickly dodged the few pedestrians on his way without even looking at them. He slowly but surely approached the place of the appointment he set up with Walter.

The few pedestrians that walked in New Casablanca couldn't help but stop in their steps. Surprised by the young man's action, but they quickly moved on the understanding that he was only a hillbilly.

As he was looking at a particularly impressive building, he lost himself in the beauty of its architecture. The sleek skyscraper traversed the cloud, and its end prolonged even further. While he was in his own world, something happened. Something that would be deemed expectable by the few pedestrians that saw him. He collided with a large framed man in an intersection.

"Ugh, excuse me…" he exclaimed while ignoring the tall man in front of him. He walked past him and advanced further down on the road, as he could see the building where he was going to meet the Assault Team.

After a few steps, he stopped in his track. He swiftly turned back with eyes wide open. Only to see the tall man's figure disappear in the corner of the street, long flaming hair proudly cascaded on his bulky shoulders.

"I… didn't feel him!" Surprise took over his mind as he couldn't help but want to slap his face. The only reason why he could dodge the pedestrians that were in the road was due to him feeling their blood's potency.

After a few days locked in his apartment, he discovered an interesting ability. He could vaguely feel the presence of living being in a radius of a few steps around his body and after a few tests, he swiftly deduced that what he was feeling was their blood potency, also called Blood Qi.

Ever since he came out in the street, he has been testing and training his new ability; he was avoiding the pedestrians on the road with his Blood Qi detection skill. For the power-obsessed youth that Fell was, time was precious, and his life mojo was to use every single second available to better himself.

The random act of colliding with the tall man turned into a whole different situation for Fell. Him not feeling any Blood Qi meant two things. Either the man in front of him was an individual with exceptional blood potency, or that his Blood Qi detection ability was flawed.

"That guy is a cultivator and a pretty strong one…" He thought while resuming his steps. He forced himself not to go back, calming his thirst for battle.

"I shouldn't make them wait even more… Let's see if destiny makes us cross paths once more."

As he continued down the road, he could feel the blood potency of the people that were in his path. His detection ability wasn't flawed, further confirming his thought about the red-haired man.

After a few minutes of unhurried striding, he arrived in the appointment place. As he was ready to enter to take the building's main entrance, he saw a scene that made him stop in his steps.

A frail man was dragging a young girl, his crooked hand firmly clenched around the girl's forearm. Fell noticed an intense distress in the juvenile girl's eyes; her lips were shut tightly as she forced herself not to scream.

Behind the man, a dense pack of bodyguards was following him.

Around them, the pedestrians acted as if nothing was happening.

"At least, in the slums, they didn't do it in plain sight. Don't these guys feel shame! Why the hell aren't they being stopped or called out!" He thought, his eyes flashed as his emotions tumbled in his mind.

Sadness, pity and anger successively crossed his mind. He forced himself to calm down and began approaching the frail man.

A few pedestrians noticed his action and tried to grab his shoulder in an attempt to stop him, but to no avail. Fell was a cultivator, and his advance was paired with an intense determination.

He ignored everything in his passage and arrived in front of the frail man. He stopped in front of him, blocking his road.

As soon as the frail man noticed him, his lips crooked in contempt. As for the young girl, her eyebrows lifted and her innocent eyes opened wide. Her expression quickly changed as she frowned and shook her head slightly.

Fell understood her facial expression; she didn't want him to be implicated in this mess. However, his feet stood in their place, deeply rooted on the ground.

"What do you want!" The frail man asked with a menacing tone, "Move back if you don't want to implicate your family!"

Anger appeared in his mind as the frail man saw that his threat didn't produce the slightest result. The amber-eyed youth in front of him didn't show any reaction; no ripple appeared—only calm coldness.

He gritted his teeth as the young man's look caused his heart to jump into his chest.

"Take care of him!" He gnashed through his gritted teeth; pointing his crooked hand straight at Fell.

Fell crossed his arms and expressed himself in a bright tone as if he was talking to a child.

"I'll advise you to let the girl behind you go." His word was short but concise, and they didn't leave any leeway to the frail man.

"You don't know who you're talking to!" He howled in deep anger, his eyes darted everywhere but never crossed Fell's amber colored eyes. "I told you! LEAVE NOW, OR I WILL KILL YOUR WHOLE FAMILY!" He howled again, his sharp scream similar to a pig being slaughtered.

Fell sighed, his eyebrows relaxed as he responded with a bone-chilling calmness in his voice.

"Family…?"

"I have none of that." His amber colored eyes flashed with an intense golden light; his Soul cultivation base instinctively powered his last sentence.