"Zenova?"
Davis looked at the flawless beauty standing behind the door.
He was montarily taken aback, wondering if she had co for the Scarlet Destiny Spindle, but still invited her in.
Fairy Thunderblaze was wearing a black robe. Once she got in, she eyed Alinna and put her to sleep as she pulled her into an illusion.
Alinna fell like a doll, causing Davis to catch her with his soul force as he looked at Fairy Thunderblaze with so doubt. Fairy Thunderblaze didn’t say anything as she walked toward the place where Shirley previously sat and made herself comfortable as she got rid of the black robe.
Davis placed the poor bunny on the luxurious couch he had sat before moving towards Fairy Thunderblaze and sat opposite to her. She was still silent, causing him to gaze at her figure.
She sat like an empress draped in fire, her crimson-violet robes flowing with a dangerous allure. The golden kirin embroidery along her sleeves and waist glead, accentuating her looks. Her long, obsidian hair cascaded past her shoulders, adorned with intricate hairpieces, making her look like a noble with authority.
Her black eyes possessed a scarlet hue, sultry yet commanding, frad by lashes that seed to dismiss the world at a glance.
"..." Davis could only inwardly sigh when he laid eyes on this woman and beca aware of her presence.
She was incomparably beautiful, especially when she possessed an aloof expression like now. It didn’t take him much to imagine her lips underneath her crimson veil were both seductive and imperious, promising him pleasure as well as ruin.
He couldn’t help but think of the ti when she was in his embrace while on top of the Eternal Eclipse Bird, before he shook his head inwardly.
"What’s up? For you to visit at this ti, it wouldn’t be just for sightseeing, right?"
Fairy Thunderblaze maintained her gaze on him for a few seconds before her lips moved.
"Soone wants to initiate trade with you for that broken spindle."
"Not you?" Davis raised his brows.
He was aware that she had consud the Nexus Triadveil Clover, a treasure that is an amalgamation of Space, Ti, and Karma Laws. It was a terrifying resource that invited Annihilative Heavenly Tribulation. Hence, he knew she was just as perceptive as him when it ca to these Laws without Fallen Heaven and Stella taken into consideration.
He didn’t believe she was here for the Scarlet Destiny Spindle, which was a replica of the Thread Essence of Karma.
Fairy Thunderblaze raised her leg and put it over the other, "I’m not interested in a broken treasure. Even if it is useful in so cases, I presu only you or that little Mystic Diviner is capable of using it, so it’s not worth the effort for ."
Davis listened to her explanation before he nodded, "I already announced that I wouldn’t be willing to trade it. What do you think your client has in mind to change my mind and exchange with ?"
Fairy Thunderblaze didn’t say anything. She flicked her hand, taking out a blood vial.
"My client is pretty desperate. They hope to gain the broken spindle no matter what. That’s all I can say."
She sent the vial to Davis, causing him to catch it.
As he scanned it with his soul essence after opening the lid, he couldn’t help but whistle as he raised his brows.
"A Grand Ancestral Beast Magical Beast Blood Essence. There’s so impurity, but it’s not much. Judging by the nature of the blood, it belongs to a serp-"
Davis abruptly went silent. His gaze moved to Fairy Thunderblaze as though he had realized sothing before he entirely disappeared.
Fairy Thunderblaze watched this happen with an indifferent expression. A few monts later, she sighed, leaving before Shirley and Isabella ca running on, noticing the disappearance of their beloved.
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The night marketplace was a bit different than the day.
As the sky dimd and the dod lanterns flickered to life, the atmosphere shifted. The chaotic noise llowed into a low, luxurious hum, like the resonance of a zither string struck with precision.
So stalls that had been crowded during daylight either closed or transford.
rchants lit arrays that projected their wares into hovering light-attributed constructs. Jade slips floated, weapons glead with their own luster, and pills glowed like small moons, tempting cultivators to take a closer look. The faint scent of exotic incense and roasted spirit beast at drifted through the air, mingling with the fragrance of rare flowers that blood only under the light of the moon.
More than trade, it beca an exhibition.
The four block extensions contained slave trade, showcasing of skills, and other shady dealings in private areas, including a newly erected red light district.
Cultivators, beasts, and spirits strutted through the paths in their finest robes, sect insignias, and clan crests worn proudly. So ca to purchase, others ca simply to be seen, to let the world rember their faces and nas.
The night marketplace was as much about prestige as it was about treasures.
Then there were so who ca to vent their desires.
Among this glowing splendor, the exotic feys and beast-descendants beca even more noticeable. Their unique features, scales, wings, tails, and horns, glistened under the artificial starlight from the arrays above. What had seed curious or strange under the sun now appeared alluring and mysterious beneath the moon’s glow. Beauty here was like a weapon, sharp, enchanting, and ant to leave impressions that attracted gloating toads and flies.
The beastly races had no qualms about selling the bodies of their servants and slaves for gain. So even bought from the slave pens next block and had them enrich their coffers. There was no lack of n who wanted to have a great night with an exotic beauty of another race.
"Fostyne, take care of the custor well."
Inside an establishnt, a blue-haired beauty with serpentine pupils spoke as she gazed at a slave and a male custor. Her lower body was that of a serpent, and her smile was seductive, yet her fangs appeared dangerous, appearing to contain a potent venom. Her voice rang like honey yet hid a sharp dagger behind it.
The woman in question, Fostyne, also appeared to have a similar lower serpent body. She obediently bowed and said, "Yes, my queen."
She went together with the male custor, entering a private room as she began to entertain him.
The blue-haired beauty watched them leave with a sharp gaze before she continued welcoming more custors.
In one of the rooms, lit up with faint aquamarine lamps, a woman rested motionlessly, coiled upon herself like a statue. Her long serpent tail shimred with azure scales that caught the glow in strange patterns, her white hair cascading down her shoulders in soft, exquisite waves. Though her sightless eyes appeared vacant, her posture betrayed a strange tension, as though she had a premonition that things wouldn’t go so well.
The faint trace of venomous aura lingered around her lips, tinted green with an unnatural sheen.
Suddenly, the silence was broken.
A ripple coursed through the room’s protective barrier. It was silent, invisible to ordinary senses, but she noticed it instantly. Her head turned slightly, the tips of her ears trembling. Then, like a shadow that ignored all rules, a purple-robed man appeared before her, his figure materializing without warning, not even the faintest distortion left in his wake.
For the first ti in a long while, her composure slipped. The blind serpent beauty’s empty eyes widened, reflecting a mont of shock.
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