“Boss, where are we going now?” Stout asked Billy.
“Let’s find a hotel to settle down first, then go find Elder Isaac’s friend,” Billy responded.
“Alright!” Stout replied.
Then, they walked towards the street ahead.
As expected, as they walked on the main street, almost everyone turned their heads to look at them.
The pedestrians on the street looked at Harleen and Ivy, their faces showing admiration.
There are many more beautiful women in Desire City than Extreme City, but beauties like Harleen and Ivy are hard to come by in the whole Desire City.
“Have the people in Desire City never seen beautiful women before? So many people are drooling!” Stout glanced around and clicked his tongue.
“Shut up!” Ivy scolded him unkindly.
“Hehe…” Stout grinned.
“Harleen, next time you and my sister go out, it’s better to wear a mask so as not to attract unwanted attention,” Ivy suggested.
Harleen chuckled.
“Stout, do you think wearing a mask in public wouldn’t attract attention?”
“Well… I guess not!” Stout scratched his head.
As they chatted, they arrived at a decent hotel.
After about fifteen minutes, they returned to the room to freshen up, then walked out of the hotel.
Soon, they arrived at a fairly large medicine shop about ten kilometers from the hotel.
The owner of this shop is Boyce Walkley, a friend of Isaac Herring in Desire City.
At the moment, there was a crowd gathered in front of the medicine shop, and a commotion could be heard from the crowd.
“What’s going on?” Azure Fang frowned and asked.
“Let’s go check it out!” Billy said and led the group towards the shop’s entrance.
At the entrance of the shop, a handsome young man was confronting the people in the shop.
“Boyce, you better know your place!” Eden Dunbar, the young man, looked at the elderly man in front of him and spoke with a deep voice.
“My father values you, it’s your blessing. You should be grateful, but you are still hesitating. Do you really think highly of yourself!”
“You better believe that if you don’t agree today, I will directly demolish your shop!”
“Eden Dunbar, don’t push it too far!” a beautiful woman next to Boyce Walkley spoke up.
“My grandfather has always said that we are not interested in joining any sects. You should give up on that idea. You are not welcome here!”
“Hey, you little girl, you have no say here, don’t get in my way!” Eden Dunbar glanced at the woman and continued to address Boyce Walkley.
“Boyce, a wise man knows when to yield. You should know that, in Desire City, refusing my Blazing Sun Sect will have consequences!”
“Unless you don’t plan to stay in Desire City in the future!”
Upon hearing his self-introduction, there was a wave of surprise among the onlookers.
“He turned out to be the Young Master of the Blazing Sun Sect! No wonder he dares to speak to Elder Boyce like that!”
“Yeah! I didn’t expect the Blazing Sun Sect to be interested in Elder Boyce’s alchemy skills!”
“Elder Boyce is a genuine ninth-rank alchemist, possibly only surpassed by the mysterious alchemist from Wind Rain Sect. It makes sense for Blazing Sun Sect to try to recruit him to compete with Wind Rain Sect!”
“…”
The crowd began to discuss the scene.
“Young Master, I really have no intention of getting involved in the grudges between sects. Please tell your father…” Boyce Walkley looked at Eden Dunbar and spoke.
“Boyce, as you are already of this age, you should know the rule ‘if you are not with us, you are against us’. ” Eden Dunbar interrupted him.
“If you don’t want to join my Blazing Sun Sect, it’s fine. Starting from tomorrow, pack up and leave Desire City. I will let you leave alive!”
“Young Master, you are being too overbearing!” Boyce Walkley frowned slightly.
“Haha, I am being overbearing, what can you do about it?” Eden Dunbar sneered.
“It’s your own fault. My father specifically invited you to be the chief alchemist of my Blazing Sun Sect.”
“But you have been repeatedly making excuses. Do you really think my Blazing Sun Sect is easy to deal with?”
“Eden Dunbar, you are not welcome here. Please leave!” Clare Walkley, the woman, spoke again.
“Hey, you little girl, if you don’t stop talking, I will take you back to the sect and make you serve as a maid!” Eden Dunbar threatened.
“You bastard!” Clare Walkley angrily retorted, “You…”
“Enough!” Eden Dunbar interrupted her.
“My patience is limited. I’ll give you a minute to consider. If you don’t agree, you won’t be able to keep this shop today!”
After speaking, he turned to the people behind him, “If they don’t agree in a minute, demolish their shop!”
“Understood!” the group responded in unison, each pulling out their own daggers.
“How dare you!” Boyce Walkley’s employees immediately took a defensive stance.
Clang!
Seeing this scene, the onlookers immediately stepped back.
“Young Master, spare the people when you can. Are you not afraid…” Boyce Walkley frowned again.
“Thirty more seconds!” Eden Dunbar ignored him completely.
“You are too much. Let’s fight!” One of the shop employees brandished his weapon and rushed towards Eden Dunbar.
“Seeking death!” A middle-aged man behind Eden Dunbar coldly said, and at the same time, he raised his hand and sent out a palm strike.
The shop employee was immediately sent flying and spat out blood when he landed on the ground.
“Patrick Gregory!” the people from the shop exclaimed.
“Boyce, you should know very well that these people are no match for us. Do you really want to see them die for you?” Eden Dunbar continued to speak to Boyce Walkley.
Boyce Walkley took a deep breath, a serious expression crossing his face.
He knew very well that Eden Dunbar was not making empty threats. He knew the nature of the Blazing Sun Sect, they would go to any lengths, even killing and burning, to achieve their goals.
This was one of the reasons why he would rather die than join their sect.
But he also knew the gap between himself and the others.
Not to mention the strength of the entire Blazing Sun Sect, just looking at the people in front of him, they were not opponents he could face.
The old man in the blue robe following Eden Dunbar was the grand elder of the Blazing Sun Sect, with cultivation reaching the ninth-rank Divine Realm, half a level higher than him.
In addition to the old man in the blue robe, there were two others in the later stages of the Divine Realm. The people behind him were definitely not opponents.
“Grandfather, let’s fight them!” Clare Walkley shouted, wielding her sword and charging towards Eden Dunbar.
She had a decent cultivation, at the level of the third-rank Divine Realm.
As she rushed forward, she flicked her wrist, sending a sword energy towards Eden Dunbar.
“I see that you really don’t value your life, so be it, I’ll grant your wish first!” Eden Dunbar responded, raising his big knife to meet her attack.
He was at the sixth-rank Divine Realm, naturally much stronger than Clare Walkley.