Divine Emperor of Death

As Shirley and Lea's wonderful voices put Davis in a good mood, he saw that most of his people had assembled behind them in the room where the lanterns had been lit while here; it was just fireworks lighting the hall up for him in invitation.

He was appreciative of their efforts to make him feel special when the event was already over.

Shirley and Lea appeared joyous over Davis's return as the former rushed towards him.

However, Lea stopped her by grabbing her shoulder, but Shirley also seemed to realize something. Their brows couldn't help but suddenly frown as they saw another man behind Davis slowly appear from the hallway.

<strong>*Clank~*</strong>

He wore a white robe but was clad in chains, and they couldn't sense his cultivation, causing them to become cautious. However, the chains made them guess if it was because his cultivation was sealed and not because he was hiding it.

But upon closer look, their eyes couldn't help but widen in shock.

"Walk, you imbecile."

Davis's smile left as he turned to look at the slave he had bought, his face cold.

The crimson-haired man stared at Davis with a bit of hostility that couldn't be hidden. Still, he quickly lowered his head and followed.

Davis inwardly sneered at his actions.

There was no way he could have a Level Seven Immortal listen to him unless that immortal's life was in his hand or he showed him Nadia's terrifying death energy, but obviously, he chose to do the former, simply having the slave's life in his hands as Yufor had suggested before.

Davis neared Shirley and Lea as his expression changed, becoming warmer.

"I apologize for making you all wait, especially when one day is like ten days for you all."

Shirley quickly shook her hand in response, "That's fine. You won't believe how fast time passes in our perception when we're in seclusion. The environment and resources are extremely suitable for us, and our senses feel like we're in paradise, so you don't need to apologize to me or my sisters."

"This is...?" She then pointed at the chained crimson-haired man and asked, "A Burning Phoenix?"

"Is he from the Rein Family?" Lea also added in a question, causing Davis to smile wryly.

"Correct."

His answer instantly caused their expressions to turn cold, killing intent seeping out of their eyes.

After all, Shirley and Lea were once forcefully pursued by the Rein Family's people, so how could they not remember their facial features even if it was different than the norm?

The Rein Family was a human family, but they also shared the blood of many Burning Phoenixes that were originally a part of the Rein or the Weiss Family.

Even Ancestor Cornelia would be named Cornelia Rein if there wasn't a group of Burning Phoenixes renouncing their family names because it was causing deep-rooted problems in the sect. She came from such a line, including Klade. Hence, they didn't possess family names.

However, there were still some Burning Phoenixes who hadn't renounced their affiliations to families more than a hundred thousand years ago.

Therefore, even if Shirley didn't know the history, Lea still knew of this man's origins.

Moreover, even while being chained, the slave Davis had brought still looked handsome, like a lady killer. In fact, the helplessness only made him look more handsome, but in the eyes of Shirley and Lea, he was someone who should not be near them, or else, even they didn't know if one of them would accidentally kill him.

Davis pulled on the chains and walked past them, heading into the room where the others were.

Two figures were about to ambush him, but they also stopped once they saw the chain in his hand leading to another man's neck before it wrapped around that man's entire body, shackling him.

Davis glanced at Mingzhi and Fiora, possessing a dagger in their hands. Were they imitating an assassin since they knew he went to kill people?

He couldn't help but inwardly laugh as his gaze fell at the beautiful Ancestor Cornelia and her old yet vile-looking husband sitting side by side as Ancestor Cornelia hugged his arm. Their current appearances didn't match one bit as Ancestor Cornelia was like a heavenly swan even while veiled, yet Davis was sure they were an extraordinary and matching couple of their time and era.

"Ancestor, congratulations. I brought a gift that you might like..."

Davis gave a cultivator's greeting and a bow towards Ancestor Cornelia, who emitted immortal undulations before he raised his head, looking at their shocked gazes.

"Ivo..."

"Yes," Davis smiled as he gestured, "As you can see, this is my gift to you, Ivo Rein..."

"Ivo Rein, the last Burning Phoenix to have ever ascended from the Fifty-Two Territories. How are you doing?"

Klade's eyes were shining, his hands pushing away Ancestor Cornelia's grasp as he stood up.

"Klade... is that you...?" Ivo Rein was first shocked before his expression turned joyous, "Klade! I get it... You're saving me, aren't you?"

"Yes... I'm saving you."

"Then who's this... this brat? How dare he treats me like this? Teach him a lesson! Carve his skin and make him suffer!"

"Aiya!" Davis exclaimed as he chuckled, "It seems like this imbecile forgot that his life is still in my hands."

"Fu- wait! We can talk about this...!"

Davis pursed his lips, so much wanting to pass off a comment that this slave was a bird-brain, but Ancestor Cornelia and Klade were also birds, causing him to keep his mouth shut. On the other hand, Ivo Rein truly seemed out of his wits as he raised his hands in surrender, afraid that his life would be snuffed out in an instant.

He couldn't even utilize his physical prowess because even the slightest hint of strengthening his body would lead to weakening instead.

The Azure Radiance Slave Traders' methods were truly terrifying but also depressing, as these methods wouldn't let him get a wink of sleep until his master said so. There were all kinds of restrictions placed on his body for an additional cost, but because the master was privileged, he seemed to have also gotten it for free, perhaps because that attendant believed that there would be more sales in the future, a gesture of goodwill.

However, that gesture of goodwill became a stroke of misfortune for him, leaving his grand immortal life in the hands of a mortal.

He was unwilling.

"Klade... help me out here. You seem to know this person as he called you Ancestor. Is he someone who married into your family?"

"Yes, you can say that..."

Klade revealed a light smile and nodded, but that caused Ivo Rein's expression to twitch as he took a step back.

'Woah... this imbecile couldn't even hide his disgust...' Honestly, Davis was surprised over the stupidity of this fellow. However, that idiotic fellow quickly raised his hand and spoke.

"Klade, hear me out..."

He began talking about how he ended up as a slave, but Davis saw that he gave a different account than what Yufor told him. There were times when Davis was about to burst out, not able to hear the bullshit coming out of Ivo Rein's mouth as he painted himself as a victim, but still, Davis tried his best to stay his hand.

"- as we were once part of the same sect and even shared drinks, you must save them as though they are your own descendants."

Finally, Ivo Rein concluded, actually having the brains to ask, no, guilt trip Klade into saving his descendants who were still held as slaves in the Azure Radiance Slave Trader Palace.

Klade seemed to be in contemplation as he had his head lowered.

He wasn't thinking about Ivo Rein's family but Ivo Rein himself.

Sold as a slave for merely a million and half immortal crystals?

Klade knew that Ivo Rein was worth far more than that. Heck, he knew Ivo Rein had more wealth than that, amounting to twenty million in assets when considering his entire family, and yet, he was reduced to this state by this city's City Lord.

Honestly, Klade couldn't help but find this ironic.

He thought that only he would've been the only one to experience calamity, but the one who fooled him was ever worse off, inwardly making him thank the heavens.

"You're right." Klade raised his head, "The heavens have eyes. I must do the right thing, or else I wouldn't be able to face our ancestors, especially not with this face of mine."

He rubbed his pockmarked face with his hand, causing Ivo Rein to inevitably shiver.

"Uh? Ah, yes." Ivo Rein stuttered before his expression became righteous, "I mean, we should help each other when in times of peril. Don't worry. I, Ivo Rein, give you my word that I will help you and your family rise in the First Haven World. Although the City Lord wrongfully punished me, I still have some connections that would be extremely useful to you."

A smile finally crept up on Ivo Rein's expression, and Davis saw that his stiff muscles even relaxed as he stopped his slight trembling. The latter couldn't help but shake his head, realizing that this was the confidence of a trickster when they were about to deceive someone.