“No need for you to go, I’ll go alone when the time comes!” Billy continued.
“Boss, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone. How about taking Mr Kimmons with you?” Frostblade suggested.
“It’s fine, I’m just going to take a look. There won’t be any conflict,” Billy smiled.
“But what if…” Frostblade persisted.
“There won’t be any issues. If something does happen, Purple Spirit can handle it,” Billy reassured.
“Billy Boy, be careful!” Amber chimed in.
“Alright!” Billy nodded. “Everyone, get back to your tasks!”
After speaking, he walked over to a stone bench, sat cross-legged, and began practicing the Pulse Building Technique.
Recently, he had been increasingly experiencing the benefits of this technique.
Whether it was enhancing his bloodline power, improving his cultivation, or strengthening his defensive abilities, the effects were significant.
Currently, when he activated his bloodline power, his defensive ability was comparable to the mid-to-late stages of the Entering Dao Realm. Opponents in the early stages of the Entering Dao Realm couldn’t harm him at all.
Additionally, with the increase in his spiritual power, he could now unleash over forty percent of the power of the ‘Cracked Sky’ blade technique.
When he used it at full strength, he could kill mid-stage Entering Dao Realm opponents with one strike. Even late-stage opponents were within his reach.
This blade technique was his greatest gain at Canyon View Institute!
That night, on the west side of Whitney Mansion’s wall, a figure slipped inside. It was Billy.
“Who’s there?” Just as he took a few steps forward, a man’s voice reached his ears.
Billy quickly hid around the corner of a building.
“Zak Young, what’s wrong?” another man’s voice asked.
“I thought I saw someone flash by,” Zak Young replied.
“You’re seeing things. Who would be wandering around here in the middle of the night?” the other man said.
“I don’t think I was mistaken!” Zak Young insisted.
As he spoke, he released his spiritual power to cover a radius of a thousand meters.
Two minutes later, he retracted his spiritual power.
“Anything?” the other man asked.
“No!” Zak Young frowned slightly. “I shouldn’t have been mistaken. Could I really have seen wrong?”
“Of course you did. If someone were here, we would have sensed it!” the other man replied. “Let’s go, stop being paranoid and get something to eat!”
“Alright!” Zak Young glanced around one last time before turning away with his companion.
“Billy, I told you they wouldn’t be able to detect your presence!” Purple Spirit said in Billy’s mind after the two men left.
“Good job!” Billy replied.
The reason he came to Whitney Mansion at night was because Purple Spirit said she could help him hide his presence. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have used this method.
Billy then moved towards the back of the mansion, releasing his spiritual power to scout the surroundings as he went.
Of course, he didn’t recklessly probe the entire mansion. With his current level of spiritual power, it would be easy for strong Entering Dao Realm practitioners to sense someone probing around.
“Billy, stop for a moment!”
About ten minutes later, as Billy wandered aimlessly, Purple Spirit’s voice sounded in his mind again.
“What’s wrong?” Billy stopped.
“There seems to be a woman being bullied in a building to your left,” Purple Spirit responded.
“Are you sure?” Billy’s pupils contracted slightly.
“Positive!” Purple Spirit replied solemnly.
“Can you sense if it’s Harleen or Ivy?” Billy asked further.
“No,” Purple Spirit responded again. “The woman’s powers seem to be sealed. I can’t detect her cultivation level. There’s also a man beside her with an eighth-rank Otherworldly Realm cultivation.”
“Let’s check it out!” Billy said and quickly moved to the left.
Soon, he sensed the martial aura of the man inside.
He then released his spiritual power to probe the woman inside.
Although her powers were sealed and he couldn’t detect her exact cultivation level, having spent so much time with Harleen and Ivy, he could still recognize if it was one of them even without sensing their martial cultivation.
To his disappointment, it wasn’t either of them.
“Bastard, what do you want?” The woman inside spoke just as Billy was about to leave.
“Even though you’re from the Holy Ghost Tribe, this is Whitney Mansion. If you dare touch me, my father won’t let you off!”
“Hmm?!” Hearing ‘Holy Ghost Tribe,’ Billy stopped in his tracks.
“Heh, do you think I’d be in your room if your family hadn’t deliberately sent you to me?” The man’s voice sounded again.
“What do you mean?” The woman asked after a brief pause.
“Isn’t it obvious?” The man continued. “Your Whitney family wants to curry favor with my Holy Ghost Tribe. You’re a gift from them!”
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” The woman shouted.
“You should know whether it’s possible or not!” The man retorted. “Think about it. You screamed for help so loudly earlier; why didn’t anyone come to save you?”
“And I didn’t even lock the door outside tightly. No one came to check on you. Don’t you find that strange?”
“You bastard! Stay away from me…” The woman choked out through tears.
“Heh, I advise you to serve me well. If I’m satisfied, I’ll take you back to the Holy Ghost Tribe. You won’t have to worry for the rest of your life,” the man responded again.
“Get lost! I’d rather die than agree to that!” The woman cried out.
A crisp slap echoed through the room.
“You bitch! You don’t know what’s good for you. Let me teach you how to serve a man properly!” The man said.
The sound of clothes being torn followed immediately after.
“Billy, aren’t you going in?” Outside, Purple Spirit’s voice sounded in Billy’s mind again.
“If you wait any longer, that woman’s clothes will be completely torn.”
Without waiting for Billy’s response, she continued. “Billy, are you deliberately waiting for her clothes to be completely torn before going in? You’re too bad!”
Billy’s mouth twitched slightly.
Ignoring Purple Spirit, he pushed open the ajar door and walked in.
“Are you from the Holy Ghost Tribe?” Shortly after, Billy appeared inside the room.
Looking around, he saw a delicate-featured woman curled up in a corner, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Blood trickled from her mouth; her face was full of fear; she was trembling all over; her dress had been torn apart.
The man was under forty years old, thin and gaunt with sharp features-clearly not a good person at first glance.
“Hmm?!” Hearing Billy’s words, both the man and woman looked over simultaneously.