'Shopping time!' Justin thought, satisfied with the outcome of the recent events.
He knew the chaotic realm would bring guests, and he couldn't afford to go out empty-handed.
Opening the shop, he spent 60,000 chaos charges on 2 Core Drainers, 4 Essence Rippers, and 8 Soul Piercers.
The Soul Piercers were meant for specific people, like the elders of the top sects, to steal their memories.
The Essence Rippers were for the extremely talented disciples, and the Core Drainers were for the immortal cultivators.
He planned on buying more once everything was over, unless the system gave him better options.
Moving on, Justin waited until Amelia was meditating, then he put on a different set of clothes.
He covered his face and returned to the city, bypassing the guards using the space law.
Arriving at the auction house, Justin entered, attracting the workers' attention.
"May I make a request?" He questioned, asking one of them to lead him to their owner.
They surprisingly agreed, bringing him directly to the owner's office.
He entered, knowing it was a woman.
She had pale skin, two glowing red eyes, and two black horns tipped in crimson.
Her naps extended from her mouth, hinting she was a vampire. But her black hair and horns proved otherwise.
Justin smiled, liking her and her cute, oval face.
He assumed she was crossbred between the two races, given that it was something common.
Her presence couldn't be felt even though she was right there, telling him she was an Immortal.
It was a problem, especially if she attended the auction herself.
So he chose to take a step further, paying more than he would normally do.
"Your excellence, please don't participate in the auction," Justin said, revealing his intentions.
She frowned, watching him place a shiny object ahead of her.
'An onyx?!' She screamed internally in disbelief, attempting to pull it. However, she froze, unable to move an inch.
Something was restricting her movement, a chain rather than spiritual pressure.
It shocked her more because she couldn't break free, no matter how much she tried.
It left her with no choice but to agree, "You have my word."
However, Justin wasn't satisfied.
"Swear before the heavens to remain passive no matter what happens." He requested a heavenly oath.
She agreed once again, doing as told, finally regaining her freedom.
She asked, "What request do you have?", taking the onyx as an obsidian.
"Your name and a list of all potential participants attending the next auction," Justin responded bluntly, taking an empty seat.
Although he was interested in her, he didn't plan on doing anything without Amelia's approval.
He knew it would be rough due to her past, but he believed he could manage.
There was a long time ahead, believing Amelia was enough for now.
She responded without any trace of emotion, "I'm Eihwar," before retrieving a small piece of paper.
"Thank you, please remember your oath when the time comes." Justin nodded before swiftly disappearing, appearing far outside.
"Damn it, Eihwar! How could you let him escape?!" She raged, her facial features sharpening.
She slammed the desk, razing it to the ground as the building shook.
She shouted, "Come out!", summoning her shadows.
While she couldn't do anything at the auction, she could easily prevent anything from arising.
"Immediately track him and find out what he's orchestrating, act if needed." She ordered, unprepared for disappointment.
He had long thrown his cover away before burning it.
The only thing left was his aura, which was hard to track due to his chaotic nature.
While the shadows were searching for him, Justin appeared in one of the abandoned and dark alleys.
"No hurry, haha!" He sat down, meditating to recharge his Qi.
Once done, he opened the list, picking up his targets based on their wealth.
The poorer they were, the easier it was to sway them. Otherwise, he could just silently eliminate them if they decline.
He searched the city for the address of his target, eventually finding it.
He teleported behind the man, whispering into his ears, "What a sad beggar, you poor lamb."
"You crazy bastard!" The man screamed because Justin's words caused a backlash.
The man continued, Can't you see that I'm cultivating?" feeling offended.
Justin naturally understood, but didn't care.
"Precious, right?" He ignored the man, retrieving a diamond from his inventory. He faced the man, "Want it?" offering it.
"I do... but what for?"
"Sweat, just some assistance here and there in the next auction," Justin explained what he wanted, requesting an oath to ensure no betrayal.
The man shook his head, "No, it's too risky!", fearing getting blacklisted from the auction.
Justin's face turned sour.
"That's very sad." He lamented, appearing before the man before smashing his head with the diamond.
"No agreement means more precious diamonds, not bad." Justin continued with a smile, continuing on his journey.
He continued his hunt for two more hours, finishing by the time the dawn arrived.
Fourteen agreed, eight died, and the rest were left alone.
All the diamonds he spent were replaced, thanks to the ones brave enough to refuse.
Finally, he returned to the sect, surprised that the architects had begun their work.
He took the chance, ordering a larger residence, something more fitting for him and the women who would live there.
He knew it was ridiculous since all elders were meant to share the same type.
Doing that made him stand out on a completely different level.
However, none bothered arguing as they didn't care much about such things like him.
Justin knew Amelia would return to her residence the moment it was fixed.
But he didn't care, knowing it was only a matter of time.
Eventually, Justin became bored, making him visit the chaotic realm.
'Oh my, this will be fun!' He thought, changing his mind.
There were too many cultivators by now, making him excited.
He retrieved his Space Cleaver, attracting them.
He grinned, curious about its effect.