The Banner of the Crest Palace was a medium-sized pavilion with an outdoor courtyard and a balcony on the second floor. Its old-school architecture was rarely seen in the modern age, making it a distinctive landmark in Cold Steel City. It was also one of the first high-end pavilions established in the city.
For the Banner of the Crest Palace to have stood for so long in a city that had only recently come under the control of the Midnight Clan was an impressive feat. The building's rich history could be traced all the way back to the founding of Cold Steel City itself.
Despite its rich history and strong background, the Banner of the Crest Palace was still rated four out of five stars.
One reason was that the owner had no desire to upgrade the building, preferring to maintain its original appearance.
The second reason was the competition.
The Nation was a four-story establishment designed with the latest architectural styles.
The fourth floor contained the VIP rooms. The third floor was reserved for influential and elite cultivators. The second floor accommodated ordinary cultivators with little to no backing, while the first floor was reserved for non-cultivators. The first floor also featured a large outdoor courtyard with a small pond and several tables where guests could enjoy their meals.
The Nation employed five-star spirit chefs. The only places where one could find better chefs were the main establishments of the Night and Midnight Clans, where six- or seven-star spirit chefs resided.
Those chefs received the best treatment, and their salaries were nothing to laugh at.
For the Nation to employ several five-star spirit chefs was truly impressive for a small city like Cold Steel.
The reason Fall Night chose the Banner of the Crest Palace over the Nation was quite simple.
Fewer eyes.
More freedom to move around.
And more opportunities to gather information about the current situation within the different territories.
As Purple Night and Fall Night stood before the Banner of the Crest Palace, they could almost feel its past glory shining through. One could easily be transported back in time to an era when the city's rules were far more relaxed than they were now.
"I see that this place has a rich history. My only question is, is the food any good, Fall Night?"
"I know you're a foodie at heart, Purple Night. Besides, this place offers something the other establishment can't."
Fall Night glanced around the pavilion.
"Fewer eyes and less monitoring."
"I see your reasoning. But let's go back to where you called me fat."
"What are you talking about, Purple Night?"
"Did you just call me a foodie? Huh, Fall Night?"
Purple Night looked straight into Fall Night's eyes.
"That's because you're always trying to eat my food, and you make me cook for you. If that isn't being a foodie, then I don't know what is, Purple Night."
Fall Night shook his head helplessly.
"So, you do admit to calling me fat?!"
Purple Night's eyes glowed with a light purple hue from behind her mask.
"I don't even know what you look like under your cloak, Purple Night."
Fall Night wore a bewildered expression.
"You want to see what's under my cloak? I'll tell you right now, Fall Night. One look, and your little man will rise like never before."
Purple Night giggled, covering her mask with one hand.
"How? Never mind. Sigh."
Purple Night's laughter grew louder.
All Fall Night could do was remain silent.
Purple Night continued teasing Fall Night, pushing him further and further. She had turned it into a game she enjoyed more than anything else: waiting for Fall Night to make a mistake and then taking full advantage of it.
Perhaps she could even add another powerful pawn to the forces in the game she was playing.
"Okay, I'm done teasing you, Fall Night. I see there are a lot of crests belonging to large and medium-sized clans on these pillars. What's that about?"
Fall Night still felt uncomfortable after Purple Night's teasing.
"These are the crests of all the clans that have visited this place throughout its long history. The two pillars in the back belong to the Midnight and Night Clans."
"Huh. That's very interesting. Why are there so many clan crests on those last two pillars?"
"As you know, Purple Night, both clans have had their reigns as the leading clan."
"Are you saying anyone can put their clan crest on the back of those two pillars?"
"I don't know about that, Purple Night."
Fall Night shrugged and continued toward the entrance.
"I have a feeling you wanted to say more, Fall Night."
"Not really. Which floor are we heading to, Purple Night?"
"The second floor, of course. Aren't we important?"
"You could be significant. This lowly individual would never presume to associate himself with someone of your stature, Purple Night."
"Why do I feel like that was more of an insult than a backhanded compliment, Fall Night?"
"Seriously? Slander my captain, who possesses such charm and generosity? Oh, I definitely wouldn't."
"If you think I won't bite you, Fall Night, think again!"
Purple Night and Fall Night continued their absurd banter as they approached the entrance.
Various groups of cultivators watched them closely. They noticed that the two had not stopped on the first floor and were heading straight for the staircase leading to the second floor.
Many of them made no move, choosing instead to continue making small talk among themselves.
As Fall Night scanned the first floor, he noticed the young master of Iron Hallow sitting in a corner.
Although Iron Hallow was a small sect within the Midnight Clan's territory that governed a particular region, that did not mean it should be taken lightly.
The sect only accepted cultivators who used the metal element as their primary element.
Fall Night made sure to keep an eye on the young master.
He knew better than to underestimate anyone who belonged to a sect with influence in the region. Even a minor faction could cause unnecessary trouble if one failed to pay attention to its members.
Just as Purple Night and Fall Night were about to step onto the stairs leading to the second floor—
"Hold it, you two!"
"This one's all yours, Purple Night, since you're the captain," Fall Night whispered.
He immediately trailed behind Purple Night like a loyal soldier following his commander.
Purple Night knew Fall Night was getting back at her for teasing him earlier, but she didn't mind. She continued devising strategies to win him over to her side.
Purple Night turned toward the young master of Iron Hallow.
"If it isn't important, we'll be continuing to the second floor."
She spoke plainly, showing little interest in entertaining the interruption.
"What clan or sect do you belong to?"
"You don't need to know that. Besides, I can tell you're not in the best shape, either. I suggest you worry about yourself instead of us and our business."
The young master's expression changed slightly.
"I feel like the person behind you reminds me of someone. Someone who owes me a great debt."
"Fall Night, do you know this person?"
"Purple Night, no, I don't."
Fall Night knew of the young master of Iron Hallow.
He had been present when one of the Midnight Clan's kinsmen injured the young master for running his mouth.
Fall Night had witnessed the incident firsthand. Given the circumstances, it was in his best interest to remain silent.
"Hold up! What was your name again?"
"Mine or Fall Night's?"
"Are you two related to the Night Clan?"
"No. Neither of us belongs to the Night Clan. Now we're going to the second floor. Unless you're buying our food and drinks, you'd be better off minding your own business. It'll do you some good. Focus on recovering and raising your cultivation base."
Purple Night's voice carried a hint of annoyance. This unknown cultivator was still trying to make idle conversation when she had already made it clear that she wanted to leave.
She had more pressing matters to worry about, such as deciding what food she wanted to eat and what wine she would take with her.
The young master of Iron Hallow didn't appreciate being spoken to as though he were a junior being scolded by his elders.
His expression darkened.
Just as he was about to make a move, the owner of the Banner of the Crest Palace emerged, watching the interesting exchange of words.
Usually, the owner didn't involve herself in minor conflicts. However, she had noticed that two guests were attempting to reach the second floor.
Thinking like a true businesswoman, she decided to put a stop to the conflict before it escalated.
It was also the perfect opportunity to encourage the new guests to spend more money at her establishment.
"Greetings, esteemed visitors. As the third-generation overseer of the Banner of the Crest Palace, I carry forward a legacy rich in history and tradition. Please, feel free to call me Jaz Vixen."
This young lady was still a fledgling in the realm of magical beasts.
If her age were assessed in human years, however, she would be considered a venerable figure, comparable to a woman in her early two hundreds.
Jaz Vixen exuded a sense of maturity that captivated those around her.
She wore lavish garments befitting the owner of the Banner of the Crest Palace. Her hair was elegantly gathered into a high bun, while the remaining strands cascaded gracefully over her shoulder. Her hair shimmered with shades of pinkish purple.
Jaz radiated warmth and approachability.
Yet, in a realm ruled by cultivators, warmth alone was not enough to maintain one's position. Jaz possessed formidable martial prowess, making her more than capable of quelling most disputes should the need arise.
She was a businesswoman, but she was no pushover.
"From your scent, are you from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan?"
"It brings me joy to know that you're familiar with my parents' origins. As for me, this establishment is the product of my imagination—a venture I proudly own. Now, would you be so kind as to share your name and that of the individual accompanying you?"
Jaz let out a soft, melodic giggle.
"This is Fall Night. I am Purple Night. We have no relation to the Night Clan."
"I see. The name Night is quite famous in these lands. Anyway, allow me to escort you to the second floor."
"That would be best, Ms. Jaz."
Purple Night responded flatly.
"Are you going to let them leave without testing their power, Ms. Jaz?"
The young master of Iron Hallow had apparently decided that he wasn't finished interfering.
Jaz turned toward him.
"Young Master of Iron Hallow, I must ask you not to interfere in my business. We welcome all guests. If they have the ability to enter the second floor, that's their business, not mine or yours."
Suddenly, a talisman soared through the air, heading straight toward the young master of Iron Hallow.
Fall Night and Jaz Vixen, on the other hand, were not surprised.
Both were well acquainted with the essence of Purple Night's attitude.
Purple Night spoke clearly, even when engaging in lighthearted conversation. She had grown irritated by the young master's conviction that he could dictate her choices.
It was evident that he was playing with fire.
And playing with fire inevitably led to flames.
"Oh? Is that the same talisman from before?"
Purple Night glanced at Fall Night and gave him a small nod.
"I'll show you something nice, Fall Night."
It was the same seeking talisman Purple Night had used against Fall Night a few weeks earlier.
The young master tried to retreat from the incoming attack.
However, Purple Night began forming hand seals.
The talisman suddenly multiplied.
One became seven.
With unpredictable trajectories, all seven talismans sliced toward the young master's neck, knees, inner thighs, and left hand.
The young master attempted to evade the attacks, but the talismans moved along erratic paths, making their trajectories difficult to predict.
That wasn't the end of it.
All seven talismans exploded afterward, inflicting even more injuries on the already wounded young master.
"You're lucky I'm showing the owner of this palace some respect. Otherwise, you'd die in a bloody mess."
Purple Night's voice was calm, as though she had merely swatted away an annoying insect.
"Sigh. Young Master of Iron Hallow, I told you to mind your own business. You have only yourself to blame."
Fall Night glanced at Purple Night.
"Can we go to the second floor now, Purple Night?"
"Yes, Fall Night."
The three paid no further attention to the young master of Iron Hallow.
He wore an ugly expression as he stared coldly at Purple Night and Fall Night.
He believed Fall Night was responsible for his current predicament.
Even if that wasn't true, it was reason enough for the young master of Iron Hallow to seek revenge against both of them once he recovered from his old and new injuries.
Other cultivators whispered among themselves about how Purple Night had used a talisman and several techniques in rapid succession.
None dared approach the trio as they proceeded to the second floor.
When they arrived, they found rooms on either side of the Banner of the Crest Palace's second floor, reserved for VIPs and important clients.
In the middle of the floor were several tables and a small bar where guests could sit if they wished.
Jaz Vixen turned toward Fall Night and began whispering in his ear.
"I think you need to hide your bloodline aura a little better there, Little Fall."
"Thank you for your concern about my bloodline. Please call me Fall Night, Ms. Jaz Vixen."
With a small chuckle, Jaz replied, "Oh, dear. The pleasure is all mine. Please, just call me Jaz—or Vixen, if you're nasty with it. You should let me help you conceal your bloodline aura. I have several methods in mind, if you're interested."
"Well, Ms. Jaz, I'll think about your offer the next time I'm in Cold Steel."
"Fall Night, come here."
"Yes, Purple Night."
"Tsk. It's always the overprotective type that likes to ruin my fun."
"Did you say something, Vixen?"
"Please, Ms. Purple Night. It is Jaz Vixen."
"Well, Fall Night is under my watch. I really don't care what you're after. Just remember: he's mine."
Jaz's smile widened.
"Oh, definitely. The classic overprotective type. Oh, absolutely. How could it be anything else?"
While Purple Night and Jaz Vixen continued their pointless banter, a group of four cultivators sat at a table by the window.
Fall Night had spotted them when the trio arrived on the second floor.
The group was engrossed in their conversation and paid no attention to the newcomers.
Most of the cultivators on the second floor did the same, never considering that their lives could be on the line at any moment.
However, a few always kept an eye on those entering and leaving the floor.
After all, death was always around the corner.
It was rare to see the owner escort guests to the second floor personally.
While a few people paid attention to the situation, others continued eating, drinking, and discussing the latest rumors they had heard.
The group of four cultivators was discussing current events, rumors, and potential leads.
Unbeknownst to them, Fall Night had already spotted them.
It was truly a case of meeting an enemy on a narrow road.
Three months had passed since this group had gotten the better of Fall Night.
If he hadn't been returning from one of his wild explorations at the time, he would have killed all of them.
The group had originally consisted of seven cultivators.
However, Fall Night had been picking them off one by one.
Even if someone was strong, that didn't mean they could take on seven cultivators, all in the middle stage of the Human Realm, as easily as cutting down cabbages.
At the table, one of the cultivators leaned back in his chair.
"Big brodie, did you hear anything about our missing members?"
"Nope. I tried contacting them a couple of months back, but I never got a response."
"That's strange. Do you think it was that Midnight Clan member we ambushed?" one of the cultivators asked.
The man sitting across from him shrugged.
"Who knows? Naaaaah, means? We robbed so many cultivators. It's hard to tell," the last cultivator in the group retorted.
"More loot for us, right?"
They all laughed.
"Ayoooooo! I heard from one of my sources that the Elder is looking to gather the top talents from the Big Three Clans."
"That Elder has some wild ambitions, but do you believe it's true?"
"Maybe? The Elder probably sent out requests for their talents already."
"That could be good news for us. More prey, right, No-Malice?"
No-Malice gave him a look.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to say our names, Little Fool?"
"Haha! More opportunities to rob people, if you ask me. No-Malice."
No-Malice slowly turned toward the speaker.
"Why are you following in Little Fool's footsteps, Hungry-Death?"
No-Malice looked at another cultivator.
"Wave-Tsu, what's wrong?"
Wave-Tsu had stopped laughing.
"I thought I felt someone staring at us. Now I can't feel them anymore."
"Do you think it's one of the Elder's people looking for talents?"
They looked at one another and burst into laughter again, completely unconcerned about their surroundings.
"Us? We ain't like them heavenly geniuses. We're just lowly cultivators trying to make it in this cold world. No blanket. Naaaaaaaah, means?!"
"That's true, Wave-Tsu. Do you feel like there's been an increase in guards in the cities we've been visiting?"
"I do, Little Fool. One of my sources said the dragons have increased the pressure on the Midnight, Night, and Sunchaser Clans."
Slap!
One of the cultivators slapped the table.
"This is the Midnight Clan's fault for starting both Great Wars."
"I thought the Night Clan started the Second Great War, No-Malice?"
"Does it even matter who started it?! It's still the Big Three Clans' fault!"
No-Malice looked at Hungry-Death mockingly.
"There's been a rumor spreading through several regions for some time now. Some say the Midnight and Night Clans were once a single clan before the Second Great War."
"And what's your point?"
"The point is that the founding father of the Night Clan, Darksyde, came from the main branch of the Midnight Clan."
No-Malice narrowed his eyes.
"Where did you hear that, Hungry-Death?"
"From the local strip joint. You can hear a lot of things in there, among other places."
Hungry-Death simply smiled stupidly.
"Interesting. If that's the case—and that's a big if—what's the connection between the founding father of the Midnight Clan, Messyah, and Darksyde?"
"Bruhhhhhhhh. That's above our pay grade. Let's hit the local strip joint, see some fly honeys, and engage in some lucrative activities."
They all agreed and continued eating and drinking, laughing among themselves as though the conversation had been nothing more than idle gossip.
They had no idea that one of the people they had been discussing was already standing on the same floor.
Jaz Vixen and Purple Night were in the middle of their conversation when they noticed Fall Night making a move.
Both women were bewildered as to why he would approach the group of four cultivators.
They knew that favors and grudges went hand in hand.
One could not prosper without someone else becoming destitute because of the loss of fortune or opportunities.
Fall Night's gaze had already settled on his targets.
For three months, he had been hunting the remnants of the group that had once gotten the better of him. He had tracked them down one by one, reducing their numbers until only these four remained.
Now, fate had brought them together again.
Fall Night executed the second step of the [Nine Extinction Steps], known as the [Short Step].
He had employed this technique when Purple Night attempted to approach him again in the street.
In an instant, Fall Night crossed the distance to the table where the four cultivators sat, his movements quick and purposeful.
The moment he arrived, he launched himself into the air.
He unleashed the formidable [Immolation Claw] upon the unsuspecting cultivators.
Particles of dark aura rapidly coalesced, shaping themselves into a massive liger claw that descended with ferocious intensity.
The sudden assault left the cultivators paralyzed with shock.
They had barely enough time to react before the attack reached them.
Fall Night unleashed his assault not once, but three times in total.
Each strike came with devastating force, leaving the cultivators little room to defend themselves. The final strike was a whirlwind of speed and power that eclipsed everything that had come before it.
The air filled with screams—a haunting symphony of despair—as the dying cultivators faced Fall Night's relentless and merciless assault.
Their laughter had barely faded before it was replaced by the sounds of destruction.
Within moments, the fight was over.
Fall Night landed beside the table and glanced down at the bodies of the four cultivators.
There was no hesitation in his expression.
He leaned down and gathered the bags belonging to the four cultivators, carefully storing them in his dimensional space bag.
Purple Night and Jaz Vixen stood in awe, taken aback by the sheer intensity of Fall Night's power.
More importantly, Fall Night had made the decision to take four lives without hesitation.
An undeniable thrill coursed through Purple Night as she watched the cold, raw killing intent radiating from Fall Night.
She had already seen glimpses of his abilities, but this was different. There was no playful banter, no hesitation, and no effort to hide his intentions.
Fall Night had simply decided that the four cultivators needed to die, and he had acted accordingly.
Jaz Vixen, on the other hand, was displeased by the damage inflicted upon her pavilion.
She looked at the destruction left behind, then turned her gaze toward Fall Night.
"How are you going to pay for the damage you caused, Fall Night?"
Jaz Vixen's voice carried a cold edge.
Fall Night turned toward her.
"How much do I need to pay to repair the damage, Ms. Jaz Vixen?"
Jaz tilted her head slightly.
"How about you give me some of your blood? We can consider the debt settled, Fall Night."
"No. How much money do I need to pay you?"
"You are a petty man, Fall Night."
Purple Night immediately joined in.
"Did you hear that, Fall Night? You're petty. How about giving me what I want now, Fall Night?"
She spoke in a teasing tone, clearly enjoying the opportunity to turn Jaz's words against him.
Fall Night ignored her and waited for Jaz to answer.
"Either ten thousand purple coins or one silver card."
Jaz Vixen spoke calmly, as though the destruction of her pavilion were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"Here, then. One silver card with twenty-five thousand purple coins on it, Jaz Vixen."
Fall Night walked over and handed her the silver card.
Jaz glanced at the card before letting out a sigh.
"Thank you, Fall Night, for compensating me for my losses. Now, allow me to escort you and Purple Night to our VIP room."
With that, Jaz Vixen turned toward the rooms reserved for the pavilion's most distinguished guests.
Behind her, the aftermath of Fall Night's sudden attack remained a stark reminder that even in a place built for food, drink, and conversation, death could arrive without warning.