As they approached the Cold Steel City, Purple Night and Fall Night took in their surroundings. Both Purple Night and Fall Night were looking at the surroundings. The guards stationed outside the city regarded these two as rebels poised to ignite a revolt.
One guard looks at Fall Night, who is wearing a black mask, all-black clothing, and a black cloak lined with grey. The other guard stares at Purple Night coldly.
"Why did you come here to Cold Steel City?" One guard spoke coldly.
"We are here under the Patriarch Murda to conduct an inspection." Sifir responded to the statement.
"Why didn't we hear anything from Lord Murda?" The other guard responded sharply.
"It's really simple. We are under Legion 3 of Patriarch Murda. That means we have more authority, and we didn't need to tell you since that is the case. Let us pass."
"How can you verify this?"
Sifir takes out the Midnight Clan token and passes it to the guard. The guard's face turns slightly ugly. This was an authentic token of the Midnight Clan. The guard hands the token back to Sifir. Both Purple Night and Fall Night walk through the gate and finally step into the city.
The city buzzed with the energy of cultivators, merchants, and a myriad of other enterprises. Fall Night and Purple Night admired the atmosphere that was filled with the elegance of lavish clothing, the sparkle of luxurious jewelry, the charm of pretty trinkets, and the promise of raw materials destined for the hands of inscription and blacksmith masters. As they surveyed the street, each observed various horses meandering gracefully along the thoroughfare.
All attention was drawn to Purple Night and Fall Night. Numerous female cultivators, despite their elevated cultivation levels, were observing Fall Night with keen interest, their gazes sweeping from head to toe. The aroma of a formidable bloodline drew near. In the realm of magical beasts, the potency of one's bloodline determines the strength and prowess that one possesses, and bloodline traits can be unlocked as well. Wild creatures, on the other hand, rely solely on their instinct to devour their enemies.
"Where did you get that token?"
"Why, Purple Night?"
"Is that a real token of the Midnight Clan? And it is not a low-ranking one either."
"I am from the Midnight clan. Why are you so surprised by this?"
"Who are you really?"
"This is a command, Purple Night?"
Sifir is probing Purple Night's intentions for this line of questioning.
Purple Night was caught off guard by this question. The query was not a direct challenge. However, Fall Night was not submissive either. Purple Night paused for a second before answering the question.
"No. I was just curious. However, I still want an answer from you, Fall Night.
"Purple Night, I am Fall Night of the Midnight clan." Sifir's voice was extremely flat.
"Hahaha. Very good fall night. Regardless of what your status is in the Midnight clan. You are in Quiet Storm. I don't have to say more, do I?"
Fall Night cast a disapproving glance, shaking his head in incredulity. Choosing to remain silent, he offered no clues to Purple Night about his identity within the Midnight clan. Even if she deduced Fall Night's identity, Sifir would never reveal it. Sifir would always withhold the response that Purple Night sought.
"It looks like you have been here before, Fall Night?"
"You can say something like that, Purple Night."
"These vague answers are quite annoying, Fall Night."
"Oh, Purple Night, don't worry, this isn't some grand command or a challenge to your oh-so-important sovereignty over this tiny duo. Do you really believe I'm as clueless as Jagged?"
Sifir, in a somewhat mocking tone, to show his disdain for Purple Night's line of questions.
Purple Night gazes at Fall Night, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of her mask. Fall Night heard two enticing clicks resonate from the lower part of Purple Night's dark purple mask. A The mask's lower section gradually disappeared. Dark, luscious lips, full and inviting, evoked the image of ripe fruit ready for indulging. Purple Night's lips beckon, inviting temptation and desire.
When Purple Night smiled, it was like a warm embrace, like a mom to her child. Fall Night had to bite his tongue to not fall for a mere thought of pleasure. That same pleasure would cost him his life. Looking at all this, Purple Night smiled with amusement and took great pleasure in playing mind games with a younger male.
"I am surprised you have not begged to kiss or suck on these lovable lips of mine."
"I am sure there would be a price that I am not willing to pay, Purple Night."
"You say that, but I can tell you are tempted. If I remove my cloak for you, Fall Night. I would treat you as if you were made of putty." Purple Night gave a light giggle that could usher a person to a silent death.
"Again. That would be the case if I were willing to pay that price. However. I am a petty man, and I am young. Therefore, I find immense joy in my ignorance. Fall Night is now slightly giving way to Purple Night.
"Very interesting indeed. I wonder if you can express that sentiment when we are in the same room together.
Purple Night lifted up her hand and got ready to place it on Fall Night's chest. Fall Night disappeared and reappeared ten feet away from Purple Night.
"I am seasoned enough to know even a touch from you is sinister. I am still not willing to pay." Sifir gazed down at his chest wound, still aching from the Death Sword's reopening.
Purple Night stomps lightly on the ground. The once gentle smile turns into a sinister one.
"I like my prey to play hard to get. I will know who you are one way or another. So can we do this the easy or the hard way? I do hope my little new toy will choose the hard way."
And the ending of Purple Night is speaking. Her voice became sensual and demonic, reminiscent of a succubus. However, Purple Night's two canine teeth slowly grew longer, and she carefully licked her lips.
A cold chill falls upon Sifir like a predator locking down on its prey. If Sifir dared to speak right now, he would be inviting a major calamity on himself. Sifir remained silent and stared at Purple Night.
"Are you hungry, Purple Night?"
"Yes, I am. For you, servicing me as your master and you as my servant." Purple Night put her hand in front of her face and started laughing uncontrollably.
"I was talking about food," Sifir replied in a flat tone.
"I know, so what?"
Purple Night just smiled at Sifir like she was ready to pounce on him.
"You should be lucky that I am just fooling around today. Perhaps in the future, when my hands come into contact with your youthful and robust physique, you'll find yourself unable to flee. You will not be able to escape from them. Hehehehe."
Purple Night slowly places her lower piece of her mask back on her face. Then, Purple Night starts walking to Sifir. "Now, show me around to the best place to get something to eat, Fall Night."
All Sifir could do was to tell Purple Night about this city's places to eat. Still. Sifir felt a chill run down his spine.
"One of the best spots to get food is The Nation. However, we are not going there. We are heading to the Banner of the Crest Palace. A small gem in this city, Purple Night".
"You better not be dragging me along on one of those wild goose chases, Fall Night. And how long will it take to get there anyways?"
"Well, this is considered a small city. I would say no less than 15 minutes, maybe 20 minutes max."
"Right. Let's go to that place. In the meantime, what grade is that palm strike you used against me and Jagged?"
"Grade? What are you talking about, Purple Night?" Sifir turned his head, looking at Purple Night cautiously.
"Don't tell me you don't know the grade of your skill that you have been using."
"Well, I don't know how things work in other places. In the Midnight clan, most basic rank skills or techniques are unranked."
Purple Night gathers her thoughts on what she was going to say next.
"So you are telling me the skill you use is an unranked basic skill in the Midnight clan?"
"Yes. That's precisely what I am telling you."
Hmm, that appears unusual. I have thought about that. I will outline how the majority of the experts evaluate their skill sets and techniques. Pay attention, Fall Night.
As you are aware, the journey from the Awakening Plane to the Emperor Realm encompasses numerous minor and major realms that one must navigate and transcend. Skills and techniques may be categorized similarly to levels of cultivation. We must acknowledge numerous considerations and exceptions. Cultivators typically regard these as the standard rule.
The mastery of skills and techniques distinctly reflects the degree of combat proficiency held by a cultivator within a particular realm. We understand that there are various tiers of combat capability. There is Refinement, Flowing Water, Void, and Domain.
Somey, In Fall Night, there are more levels beyond the Domain level."
"Right. This is common knowledge, Purple Night."
"This information is not widely known among the multitude of cultivators lacking support, in contrast to our situation." In any case, a skill represents a specific action that can solely be demonstrated at a particular level of cultivation or combat ability. A technique consists of a sequence of maneuvers that can develop and occasionally transcend, providing the practitioner with a distinct advantage in combat.
Clearly, this encompasses additional considerations such as laws, elemental influences, combat capabilities, and the realm of cultivation. For instance, the incorporation of the palm strike is essential to the technique.
Given sufficient time and understanding, a rudimentary technique can evolve into a more advanced one upon completion, potentially reaching even greater heights.
There exists a certain uniqueness to unranked skills or techniques that is noteworthy. There's no assessment attached to them. This implies the feasibility of constructing either a more robust or a more fragile iteration.
Nonetheless, enhancing one's ranked skills or techniques presents a considerable challenge. It is essential to recognize the challenges inherent in the process of enhancing a skill or technique, Fall Night."
"Being around you, Purple Night, I know you don't do anything without a reason. So what do you want?"
"I can tell you have a strong bloodline in your body. What I want is you and all your secrets."
Purple Night has always been a direct and straightforward woman. She was particularly focused on achieving her desires. Purple Night believed that if she could obtain Fall Night, something amazing would happen to her existence. Something amazing would happen to her existence.
That is why she took her time explaining skills and techniques to Sifir. Sifir hails from a vast clan with an extensive past. That doesn't mean he knows everything in this world. And he wouldn't be foolish to act like it. After their conversation, Fall Night and Purple Night stood before the Banner of the Crest Palace.