In the seaside capital city of Seven Blood Eyes, the winter wind was soft and cool on every street corner. It was different from the frigid cold of the Crimson Wilds. This cold was gentle and humid, and was easy to overlook. But eventually, it would seep into the depths of your being. When it reached that point, it was impossible to get rid of.0

It was similar to Offpeak disciples. Hidden underneath every smile was raw brutality, so that each disciple was like a needle concealed in silk.0

That was especially true with the Seventh Peak. Seventh Peak disciples all seemed innately skilled at maintaining deceptive exteriors. They didn’t care about false dignity; they focused completely on profit and self-interest. Xu Qing had long come to a deep sense of how true that was.0

By now, he was fully assimilated into life in the capital city. Furthermore, as his cultivation base improved, he had no choice but to rely on ruthless methods to stay alive, to avoid danger, and to earn a reputation. Of course, his caution and vigilance had not suffered in the slightest.0

Xu Qing knew that the low-level Seventh Peak disciples were easier to deal with. They were less subtle. But the higher-level disciples, such...0