Stirling put on the same old clothes as yesterday and hurried to leave the house with Lilith.

  The two walked one after the other towards the city wall and soon arrived at the open area.

  It was farming time, and many farmers were hard at work. This was a big change from the empty scene of yesterday. Stirling pointed to a mansion in a row of small houses across the way and said: "My lady, it's over there."

  The main reason Stirling dared to bring Lilith here was that Lilith was an outsider.

  The Gray Spector was the biggest gang in the outer city. If say they had no ties to the string figures in the inner city, Stirling would regard it as a joke.

  But Lilith was different. As an aide to the envoy probing the external malice incident, her only concern was the truth. Even if the Gray Spector had powerful backers, Lilith would not hesitate to draw her sword.

  This was her mission, and she had to complete it.

  Sure enough, Lilith's eyes narrowed and even her ears twitched slightly as she looked at the small houses in the distance, like a leopard spotting its prey.

  "My lady, should we call for help?" Stirling asked softly.

  "No need. The inner-city walls were full of drafty holes. Few people are trustworthy. Let's go." Lilith said, then led the way towards the small houses.

  Stirling was secretly pleased, but his expression remained unchanged. He tailed Lilith, showing no intention of leading the way.

  The two walked quickly and soon approached the target mansion. Right now, some figures in straw hats, who had been working in the fields, stood up and looked over.

  Stirling wasn't too surprised; his confidence grew.

  There are spies both inside and outside; something fishy is definitely going on here.

  As the two drew closer, the farmer-dressed men fanned out around them. Some carried hoes; others, sickles. Their steps were steady. Their eyes, hidden under straw hats, showed deadly intent.

  "My lady…" Stirling called out to Lilith ahead, then saw Lilith's clothes slowly billow.

  Stirling's brow twitched.

  Both samurai at the Viscera-Irragating and those at the Nascent Realm of the God-Worshipping Sect could cultivate Virl Power from their internal organs.

  The former was called Virl Force; the latter, Virl Malice.

  Even though the names were different, their power was alike. Anyone below the Viscera-Irragating Realm would get hurt on contact and killed on entanglement.

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  Stirling had also consulted Master Kim, whose explanation was simple:

  Virl Force was the first watershed moment for samurai. The God-Worshippers called skin-grinding and bone-forging Garbha. They named Viscera-Irragating and Blood-Boiling Nascent. This was because there was an enormous gap between these two major realms. The difference between the minor realms was small.

  At that moment, Lilith sped ahead. Her emerald-green robes billowed in the wind, making her look like a leaping grass sprite.

  In the blink of an eye, Lilith pierced through the encircling crowd like a sharp knife. Stirling, behind her, heard several muffled thuds, and his vision filled with splattered blood everywhere.

  The thick stench of blood carried on the wind, filling Stirling's nostrils. This primal, wild stimulation caused his blood to surge.

  The figure moved through the grass and reached the mansion, leaving a trail of severed limbs behind.

  "The Viscera-Irragating Realm is already so powerful. How strong is Master Kim?"

  Stirling suddenly felt like a frog in a well. Although he possessed divine skills, he had started too late. He needed to remain low-key in the future and never act unless he was absolutely certain of victory.

  Lilith paused at the door, then struck it hard with her palm.

  A loud explosion blew the thick, black-lacquered wooden door apart. Pieces flew into the courtyard, surprising a group of insiders.

  "Who are you?!" Old Mark stared at the flying fragments of the wooden door, dread filling his eyes. He looked at Lilith standing in the doorway, then he heard a cold demand.

  "This is an envoy's decree from the Yearning Palace. Seeing this decree is equal to seeing the person. Everyone kneels and obeys my orders!"

  Lilith pulled a gold badge from her waist and flashed it at the crowd.

  Old Mark's heart skipped a beat. An envoy from the Yearning Palace? What the hell? Isn't The Gray Spector protected by the Patrol Shaman? How come there's another special envoy? Old Mark stayed in his mansion, so he knew little about the inner city. He didn't even know when an envoy from Yearning Palace had come to Farfield City. But regardless of whether the envoy was genuine, Old Mark knew he was in deep trouble.

  Possessing outer malice objects was a capital offense. This young woman had already developed Virl Malice. She was likely a key disciple of the Divine Palace.

  Old Mark's face darkened, cursing the Gray Spector inwardly from top to bottom as smelly shit. He immediately hid his face in his sleeve. Then, with a strong leap, he jumped onto the wall, clearly planning to escape.

  Lilith snorted coldly, also leaping up and chasing after Old Mark.

  The two disappeared from the rooftops in a few bounds; their whereabouts were unknown.

  Stirling, standing behind, was dumbfounded, secretly relieved that he had dodged a bullet.

  The old man in black robes was clearly a samurai of the Viscera-Irragating stage. Stirling was lucky he hadn't rushed and had brought Lilith. Otherwise, he could have faced danger.

  The Gray Spector could get a third-level samurai attending. This made Stirling look at them with fresh eyes.

  However, now that Lilith had left, he would have to clean up the mess himself.

  With this in mind, Stirling turned to the two stunned men in the courtyard and shouted.

  "Didn't you hear me? This is a Yearning Palace envoy's case! Both of you, put your hands on your heads and kneel!"

  Stirling stepped into the courtyard, calm and collected.

  These two were the men Stirling followed yesterday. They were likely at the Bone Forging stage most, so there was nothing to worry about.

  The two samurai shared a glance, nodded to each other and charged at Stirling.

  What Yearning Palace envoy? Kill the person and break out! The world is vast; how could it possibly trap them?!

  Stirling snorted. He tossed out a dark green cylinder, turned back and then jumped out of the door.

  A blinding white light flashed across the courtyard. Even in bright daylight, Stirling sensed the moment's sparkle from the dramatic shifts in light and shadow behind him.

  Sure enough, two screams instantly echoed from inside the courtyard.

  "Wretched!!!"

  "My eyes!!!!!!!!!"

  "What the hell is that!!!!!!!!!!"

  Stirling leaned against the wall by the mansion gate. He heard the screams behind him and muttered, "Noob." He pulled out his blade, turned around, and went back inside, showing no emotion.