Ryu really was ignorant to the fact Isemeine actions had put a target on his back. He had been too far away to sense their killing intent and he hadn't deployed his Spiritual Sense.
In truth, though Ryu was a bit cautious of the Astral Winds, the true reason he didn't release his Spiritual Sense was deeper than that.
For one, it was greatly taboo in the cultivation world to scan others with your Spiritual Sense. Even if he had used it to see, the moment he swept through the wrong cultivator it would cause an unnecessary clash. No one would care that he was blind, that was just the way of the martial world.
Secondly, releasing his Spiritual Sense would reveal his inherent resistance to Chaos Qi, something that would bring him endless trouble.
Of course, the charged star particles and solar winds could still injure Ryu's Spiritual Sense, that much was true. But, with his soul having transcended beyond even the Indestructible Soul levels, this was most definitely something that he could bear for quite some time if he had to.
Ryu paid the fee to enter the Imia Moon System and learned that the highest class Astral Ship to the True Martial World would leave in a day. The price, though, was enough to make his lip twitch.
With just the purchase of a single ticket, Ryu had dried up a thousandth of his wealth. Though that didn't sound like a lot, when one considered how long cultivators lived for, not to mention how long it had taken his Clans to accumulate this level of wealth, it was ridiculous.
Ryu's feelings that he was quite rich vanished into thin air. But, the receptionist he bought his ticket from couldn't help but send him several flirtatious glances. Ryu was not only astoundingly handsome, his temperament felt otherworldly and he was even rich, why wouldn't she at least try?
On top of that, Ryu's cultivation was actually only at the pinnacle of the Immortal Ring Realm, yet he could travel through Astral Space alone. He was clearly a genius.
Ryu was a bit surprised that someone had seen through his cultivation so easily. The young woman didn't let him go and she eventually started singing his praises in a vain attempt, thus resulting in her speaking of his cultivation level. But, soon, Ryu came to understand.
Reading someone's cultivation wasn't an exact science and required experience. The people on Sacrum often had a hard time telling his cultivation level, even when he was going all out in battle, because their frame of reference for how strong and dense an Immortal Ring cultivator's strength should be was a far cry from Ryu's real level.
Ryu could even battle Dao Pedestal Realm experts of Sacrum in his base form. How could they reconcile that with the references they had in their minds?
However, to people here more familiar to top level geniuses, Ryu was an astounding Immortal Ring Realm expert, but it was still within their acceptable range.
The young woman pouted when Ryu finally extricated himself, leaning back in her chair in a somewhat grumpy mood. She was a young beauty herself, it was just unfortunate that she wasn't nearly enough to catch Ryu's attention considering the level of his wives.
Ryu was feeling a bit pent up due to Elena's more than forward actions, but he wasn't desperate to the point of falling into any woman's bed.
A few minutes after Ryu left, a young man wreathed in silver strolled in. The air around him was magnificent and it was difficult to get a clear view of his face with all the light around him. However, this didn't stop the young pouting woman from sitting straight up. Her bosom wasn't bountiful, but it still heaved with her hardly concealed excitement.
"Clear a spot in the Violet VIP region for me. I'll be returning."
"Yes, young master! There are two places left!"
"Oh, someone bought a ticket? That's rare."
The young woman wanted to say more, but she deflated once again as the young man turned to leave.
The Imia Moon System had several Astral Ship companies, but none were more prestigious than the one run by the Twin Phase Merchant Group.
The young man who just left was none other than the Holy Son of the Twin Phase Merchant Group, Galemar Iunae. Of course, he wouldn't have to pay, he only needed to announce his presence and that would be enough.
By now, the young woman was doubly grumpy. First, the handsome catch had run away from her like she was some sort of over the hill cougar, and then her idol couldn't be bothered to exchange a word with her. It was like she had been talking at air.
Soon, another group walked in.
Sensing the shadow over her, the grumpy young woman didn't even look up.
"We'd like a ticket to board the same ship as Young Master Solare. We're his servants but he's a bit difficult for us to handle, you understand."
"Young Master Solare? Who's that?" The young woman grumbled.
"Ah, our young master is tall, quite handsome as well. He has white hair and…"
The person leaned over with a whisper as though he was speaking of something taboo.
"Oh! So that's his name?!"
The young woman blinked, remembering Ryu's figure quite well. Their merchant group didn't ask for names and identity confirmation. For one, it was almost impossible to register everyone that passed through here as they all had such vastly differing origins. And, secondly, they had a fairly strict privacy policy.
Of course, Ryu never bet on another's ethics. He only relied on himself and his blade.
"Yes, that should be him." The person said with a smile. "He sent us off on errands but he didn't wait for us to purchase his tickets, so now we have no idea which flight plan he chose and when departure time is. Can you please help us out?"
The young woman felt sympathy for this group of servants. Thinking back to how she had been ignored twice in a row, she felt indignance down to her soul.
'Damned young masters and their pretty faces and big wallets and… probably big…'
The young woman furiously shook her head, snapping out of her delusions.
"… I'm not supposed to do this, but as a fellow servant in solidarity…"
Dob and his two junior brothers walked out with dark smirks on their faces. They couldn't believe that Ryu was actually rich enough to afford such a ticket, it seemed that this would be the boon of a lifetime.
In their hands, they clutched three low class tickets.