Henry Warren looked at him.

"You’re courting death, kid. Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?"

Aaron Sinclair raised a slight eyebrow. "So there’s no room for discussion, then?" The words had barely left his lips when his Cultivation fluctuated, and a wave of power from the Foundation Establishment Stage shot toward Henry Warren. He instinctively threw up a hand to block it.

"You..."

’This aura?’

"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator... That’s impossible."

Henry Warren stared in shock at the child standing around the corner.

The boy looked to be only seven or eight years old. How could he possess such strength?

’Is this kid’s talent really that high?’

Even he, who considered himself quite talented, had cultivated for twenty years before breaking through to Foundation Establishment, and another eighty to reach Golden Core.

In the Cultivation World, when Cultivators neared the end of their lifespan without a breakthrough, they would gradually age. If they suddenly broke through right before aging set in, their appearance could be instantly frozen in its state at that moment. This was why some Cultivators looked old, while others looked very young.

In other words, in this Cultivation World, you couldn’t judge a person’s actual age by their face. But generally speaking, as long as one’s Cultivation was strong enough, one could live forever.

"Nothing is impossible." Aaron Sinclair shot him a glance. "You talk too much. Leave the female cultivator you’re holding, and you can go. Or, I can break your bones and then make you leave her. Same result."

Hearing this, Henry Warren sneered. "Kid, you’ve got a big mouth... You think you can snatch someone from my grasp? I’ll admit, it’s surprising that you’ve reached the Foundation Establishment Stage at your age. But it’s your bad luck you ran into me."

As he spoke, he released his full spiritual pressure.

Aaron Sinclair had a Defense Treasure on him, so the pressure had no effect.

"Is the Golden Core Stage really that impressive? I have some of those, too."

He raised his hand and gestured.

"Come out."

The moment he finished speaking, dozens of Foundation Establishment Cultivators and several in the Golden Core Stage appeared from all directions.

They were all dressed in black, their faces obscured by cloaks, but the aura emanating from them made Henry Warren’s face change. Their killing intent was overwhelming.

"Who... Who are you people?"

Aaron Sinclair smiled faintly.

"I have to say, I preferred your arrogance from before."

Henry Warren was panicking inwardly. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He was merely at the Early Stage of Golden Core, while they had several Golden Core Stage cultivators, two of whom had a higher Cultivation than his own.

If they really fought, he didn’t stand a chance.

At this point, he had no choice but to once again invoke the name of his Sect.

"I am a disciple of the Primal Heaven Sect. If you dare to touch me..."

Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators who had appeared burst into laughter.

"Ooh, we’re so scared!" one cackled. "There’s nothing I hate more in this life than sanctimonious hypocrites like you. We’re Demon Cultivators. What does it matter to us if you’re a disciple of the Primal Heaven Sect?"

"Demon Cultivators..."

Henry Warren’s expression turned even uglier.

"What do you want?"

"Our Young Master told you to leave the female cultivator. Didn’t you understand him?"

Henry Warren looked down at the woman in his arms, feeling the bitter sting of a cooked duck flying away—he was unwilling to let her go.

"There must be some misunderstanding. You don’t know, but this is my junior sister. We’re betrothed."

One of the Demon Cultivators instantly appeared before him, snatched the female cultivator from his arms, and then sent Henry Warren flying with a backhanded slap.

"You really don’t understand, do you? Stop your damn yapping."

Henry Warren was sent flying by the slap, crashing through a wall and spitting up blood.

Seeing he was outmatched, he decided to flee.

Seeing Henry Warren try to escape, Aaron Sinclair pointed at him with the candied hawthorn skewer in his hand.

"Beat him up, strip him, and hang him on the city wall. Let all the passing Cultivators see his ugly face. Oh, and don’t forget to hang a sign on him that says ’Lewd Scoundrel.’"

Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators cackled sinisterly.

"Yes, Young Master."

The Demon Cultivators with Aaron Sinclair surrounded Henry Warren, grabbed him, and gave him a brutal beating.

"AHH... Help..."

"Stop..."

"You Demon Cultivators... I’m a disciple of the Primal Heaven Sect..."

"We’re beating you *because* you are."

His miserable screams echoed through the city’s alleyways.

He wasn’t stripped and hung on the city wall until he was coughing up blood and on the verge of death.

For the sake of decency, they at least left him his underwear. After all, there were female cultivators in the city, and the sight would have been too much for their eyes.

Once that was done, they prepared to return to Bloodfiend City.

At that moment, one of the Demon Cultivators was still holding Rowan Forrest. He turned to look at their Young Master.

"Young Master, what about her?"

Another one spoke up. "Female cultivators from the Immortal Sects are nothing but trouble. Why don’t we just dump her in a corner and wait for her to wake up on her own?"

Someone said, "That’s probably not a good idea."

’Who?’

’Who wants to dump me in a corner?’

Hearing voices, Rowan Forrest groggily opened her eyes and woke up.

Seeing that she was awake, the man finally put her down.

"Finally awake. Now that you’re up, get lost."

She could hear the impatience in his voice. After steadying herself, Rowan Forrest looked at the people in front of her.

Dressed in all black, none of them looked like good people, nor did they seem to be Cultivators of the Righteous Path.

Her gaze fell on their clothes, on the insignia embroidered there. These people were disciples of the Bloodfiend Den.

’Demon Cultivators...’

"You’re Demon Cultivators," Rowan Forrest said.

"Yeah? So what? Is there a problem with being a Demon Cultivator?"

"If it weren’t for us, you wouldn’t be standing here in one piece... But whatever. You people from the Immortal Sects are all the same, repaying kindness with malice and turning on your saviors."

But Rowan Forrest was not what they expected. She gave a slight bow.

"Big brothers, thank you for saving me. You’re truly good people."

Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"If I’d known you were going to say that, I wouldn’t have saved you. We really don’t like hearing that."

"Yeah... Who are you calling a good person? What an insult! I’ve killed more people than I have hairs on my head."

Rowan Forrest: "..."

’What kind of people are these? Why do they all look so unhappy when I call them good people?’

She raised a hand slightly, hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and shouted, "You villains! You Demon Cultivators! I will never stand on the same side as you!"

The Demon Cultivators were stunned for a second, then burst out laughing.

"Ah, that’s more like it."

"Yeah, that’s how it’s supposed to be."

Rowan Forrest scratched her head.

’Are all Demon Cultivators like this? So strange... but also kind of interesting.’

"I was just saying that. I know you’re good people. Big brothers, are you Cultivators from the Bloodfiend Den?"

Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators stared at her with murderous expressions.

"’Just saying that?’"

"Are you looking down on us?"

"Maybe we should just kill her."

"I think we should gouge her eyes out."

They spoke with vicious words, but there was no real killing intent in their eyes.

’They’re just trying to scare me.’

Rowan Forrest glanced at them and said, "Big brothers, you saved me. I don’t know how to repay you... but my father is an elder of the Primal Heaven Sect. He’s very wealthy. Why don’t you take me back with you and demand a ransom? You can ask for a lot."