Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 727 - 726: Ocean Vaughn Hits a Wall

Chapter 727: Chapter 726: Ocean Vaughn Hits a Wall

Ocean Vaughn knew that many people looked down on him. Although many would respectfully address him as "Subordinate Mr. Vaughn" to his face, there was no telling what they might be saying behind his back.

But it didn’t matter, for he had been a "green turtle," a term of disrespect, for seven years, so his skin had thickened considerably.

However, tonight he was genuinely angry, his eyes blazing with fury. First, he saw his own wife and the coachman turn off the lights together, then he heard that his loyal butler had been beheaded. After arriving at the Ministry of Justice, a Deputy Commander there didn’t even give him the time of day, saying that there was an order from above, and with so many cultivators in Capital City, the regular authorities couldn’t, and dared not, involve themselves in matters of cultivators killing people.

Moreover, the Deputy Commander at the Ministry of Justice warned him not to cause trouble, for there were experts among the high society now and they wouldn’t be able to help him with this matter.

In the end, the Deputy Commander told him that if he wanted to resolve the issue, he would have to go to the Saint Dragon Branch.

The so-called Saint Dragon Branch was the criminal justice organization set up by the Saint Dragon Pavilion in Capital City, which was different from the Saint Dragon Pavilion’s recruitment office; the Saint Dragon Branch also held power and the authority to oversee cultivators all over the world.

For instance, if there were cultivators who committed crimes or were murderous fiends, or like the current assembly of heroes in Capital City, whenever a case occurred, the Saint Dragon Branch would be in charge of it.

How could their ordinary Ministry of Justice dare to handle these seekers of the path?

Ocean Vaughn felt like vomiting blood. After leaving the Ministry of Justice, he rode his horse furiously, bringing along a group of family guards to the North City, where he found the Saint Dragon Branch.

The Saint Dragon Branch was indeed brightly lit. Recently, many high-ranking individuals from different sects across the Mainland, as well as so-called "cultivator’s second generation," had arrived, as they were all going to gather at the Saint Dragon Pavilion. Thus, the Saint Dragon Branch served as a kind of reception front desk; if you didn’t have enough money for your expenses, you could also stay at the Saint Dragon Branch.

Vaughn dismounted from his horse and took several deep breaths before entering the Saint Dragon Branch.

As soon as he entered, his expression changed to a smile. This was a branch of the Saint Dragon Pavilion, a place that managed or ruled over cultivators across the world, all of whom were damn seekers of the path, so his status as Subordinate Mr. Vaughn was of no use here. Hence, he had to wear a smile when asking for a favor.

"Who are you looking for, gentlemen?" A junior cultivator greeted them, sizing up Vaughn and the two bodyguards he had brought in with a condescending look, as if speaking through his nostrils, looking down upon Subordinate Mr. Vaughn.

"Excuse me, is the elder Mr. Willow Allen here?" Although Vaughn had no dealings with this place, he was very aware of who was in charge of the Saint Dragon Branch. A person’s reputation preceded them; the person in charge of the Saint Dragon Branch was known as "Willow Allen," his nickname; very few knew his actual name.

The junior cultivator raised an eyelid and asked, "Who might you be?"

"I am Ocean Vaughn from the Vaughn Mansion," Vaughn said, steeling himself.

"Don’t know you. Just say what it is you want." The junior cultivator immediately shook his head.

"I am Subordinate Mr. Vaughn, of Princess Jing," Vaughn said through gritted teeth.

"Uh... Princess Jing? Subordinate Mr. Vaughn? Ah, ah, I see, I’ve heard of you, heard of you. Subordinate Mr. Vaughn, what do you need from Elder Mr. Willow?" The junior cultivator looked Vaughn up and down and saluted with cupped hands.

He might not have heard of Vaughn, but Princess Jing was a household name.

"Could you please introduce me? I have an urgent matter to report to Elder Willow," Vaughn said, left with no choice but to pull out a gold ticket worth thousands.

In fact, he was quite poor, and the decision to seize wealth from the high society had been a long time coming.

"Alright, I’ll announce your visit. But whether Elder Willow agrees to see you or not, that’s not up to me," the junior cultivator said, unceremoniously accepting the gold ticket.

"Thank you, thank you." Ocean Vaughn repeatedly expressed his gratitude with clasped fists.

The junior monk went behind the screen, and after about half a stick of incense worth of time, an elder who was not very tall, dressed in a green shirt with half-white hair, and eyes brimming with vitality, came out with the junior monk.

"I pay my respects to Elder Willow Allen." Ocean Vaughn immediately bowed in salute.

Willow Allen smiled faintly, "What brings Lord Ocean to visit in the dead of night?"

"I beseech Elder Willow Allen to stand up for me. A cultivator has killed my butler, killed my guests!" Ocean Vaughn bowed deeply without straightening his waist, and at the same time, his heart was pounding, fearing that if this Elder Willow also did not intervene, he truly wouldn’t know what to do next.

"A seeker of the Way commits murder? Killed your butler?" Willow Allen’s eyebrows raised, "Audacious and lawless, huh!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Hearing the opening, Ocean Vaughn immediately echoed in agreement.

"Where is the person? What’s the name? What cultivation level?" After Willow Allen finished asking, he said in a deep voice, "The Immortal Mansion is about to open, and cultivators from all over the world are gathering in Capital City. Moreover, we seekers of the Way have an alliance pact, and Capital City is the Dragon Rising Land, beneath the heavens and earth. Therefore, we cultivators may not gather in Capital City to create chaos and kill indiscriminately. Those who violate the order ought to be executed without delay, who would be so bold as to cause trouble at this time?"

"It was... it was a brothel, and I’m not sure who exactly it was. There was a financial dispute between that brothel and my Ocean Mansion. When we went to collect a debt, a powerful cultivator took off the heads of my butler and a guest, and wouldn’t allow us to pick them up. The heads are still out on the street in front of the brothel!"

"Nonsense." Willow Allen snorted in anger, then turned back to look at the junior monk and said, "Follow him there, and bring the murderer back here."

"They say that the murderer is a Nascent stage expert," Ocean Vaughn immediately added.

"A Nascent stage expert?" Willow Allen was startled. At the Nascent Soul level, some are sect leaders of second-rate sects!

Therefore, if it were a Nascent Soul powerful being, then he, Willow Allen, would definitely know them.

The junior monk was also shocked. A Nascent Soul Powerhouse committing murder? What a joke, would such a supreme being go to a brothel? Idle much?

Willow Allen’s expression changed. If it were indeed a Nascent Soul murderer, although he had the authority to intervene, he truly had no power to deal with it. After all, he was only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, so he would need to report this matter and wait for those above to handle it; it was not something he could deal with privately.

Besides, those at the Nascent Soul Cultivation Level were either sect leaders of minor sects or revered within the Great Sects, so if he, the person in charge of this small Saint Dragon Branch, recklessly intervened, it would mean offending someone.

All cultivators under the heavens are one family; upon meeting, they would all laugh and jest. To offend a sect for the sake of this insignificant Ocean Vaughn would be unwise, and this was not in line with Willow Allen’s style of conduct.

"Hmm, I am aware of this matter. You go back first. I will send someone to investigate shortly and then provide you with a response. That’s all for now." Willow Allen didn’t even lift his eyelid as he turned and returned to the inner residence.

The junior monk escorted the nearly livid Ocean Vaughn out while also kindly advising, "If the other party is a Nascent Soul expert, we will not deal directly with it. It requires an order from the pavilion. Besides, those at the Nascent Soul Cultivation Level are at least the elders or revered figures of various sects, or even the sect leaders themselves. Lord Ocean, we will investigate this matter later, so please await our message!"

"Thank you." Ocean Vaughn mounted his horse, clasped his fists towards the junior monk, and with a shake of the whip he shouted, "Go, to the Higgins King’s Royal Palace!" He was truly in a rush—he refused to believe that today’s affair would end like this.

He seldom went to the Higgins King’s Royal Palace, because every time he went, the Higgins King never showed him any courtesy, even hardly deigning to look at him.

However, today, even if it meant kneeling to beg, he would implore the Higgins King to take action just this once. After all, he was the Higgins King’s brother-in-law. Having been slapped in the face by someone, wouldn’t that be a poor reflection on the Higgins King’s dignity as well?

Upon returning to the Saint Dragon Branch, Willow Allen also came out again, pondering before he instructed, "You take some people to investigate. Check which sect’s member is being so impertinent. Report back to me after."