auction is still ongoing, the strongman hasn't said a word. The first time he moved, he looked extremely eager.Could he be mentally woundedQin Sang quietly sized up the man, feeling that he didn't see...The four walls roared with the sound of surging water.
Golden light surged forth, like a mighty ocean wave, crashing down upon the man in black and encircling him from all sides.
Before this person's momentum could reach the silver-clad man, it was forcefully suppressed back by the powerful formation.
The figure of the robed man flickered slightly, and for a moment, he was even suppressed in place by those golden lights.
But the hooded man showed no fear, attempting to mobilize his spiritual energy to strike at the formation.
The hall erupted in chaos. Everyone scattered, fleeing like wolves and pigs. Only the VIPs in the private rooms on the second and third floors remained calm, but none of them offered to help Mr. Kan solve his predicament.
Mr. Kan suppressed his anger and suddenly shouted, "Senior, I respect your high cultivation level, but the rules of the auction cannot be broken. If you insist on doing this, Mr. Kan is willing to risk his life and destroy this formation to give you a lesson you will never forget. I believe you can feel it, the power of this formation is extraordinary. Even if you can kill me, senior, the price would be something you wouldn't want to pay."
The robed man was taken aback by the words, glanced at the imposing golden light, and finally retracted the spiritual energy he had been gathering.Master Kan's heart finally settled, his voice softened, and he bowed to the robed man, soothingly saying, "Senior, I understand your pain of losing a precious treasure, but in this world, there are more than just Blood Essence Pills. Nowadays, the ancient fairy battlefield is becoming increasingly dangerous, and cultivators from beyond the pass have begun to retreat into the city. Perhaps they will bring back even more valuable herbs than the Blood Essence Pill. Please, Senior, remain calm and search patiently, you will surely find what you desire."
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The hooded man snorted coldly, then turned and walked away.
Mr. Kan had long since given up the idea of befriending this person. Such a narrow-minded and fickle individual, relying on his cultivation to act recklessly and take advantage of others whenever possible, getting too close might not be a good thing; it could even invite disaster.
It's better this way. "Quickly send the senior to the tea room to rest."
Mr. Kan arranged for people to escort the man in black away and let out a breath of relief. He looked at the silver-clad man, couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
This person is quite calm.
Just now, the black-robed man's aura almost struck him in the face, but the silver-clad man could still sit calmly on the fishing platform, unmoved. This kind of mentality is the true demeanor of a master, far surpassing the black-robed man. As long as his talent is not extremely poor, his achievements will not be low.
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If you can befriend this person, it might be a great help in the future.
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"Are there any more fellow cultivators bidding"
Mr. Kan waited for a moment, but no one bid. He then brought the Blood Essence Pill to the silver-clad man and loudly announced, "Fifteen thousand inferior spirit stones, the Blood Essence Pill belongs to the Daoist friend."
"Next"
Regardless of how the auction, now in disarray, proceeded, after leaving the hall, the man in black was escorted by two beautiful young girls into a tea room.
The tea room is also within the scope of the large array. You cannot leave on your own before the auction ends.
"Immortal, please have some tea,"
Two young girls trembled as they offered incense.
The hooded figure coldly barked, "Get out!"
"Yes"
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The young girls, as numerous as trees in a forest, were all given amnesty. They hastily put down their fragrant tea and rushed to leave.
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The Crow donned his hood and sat motionless, the face beneath it belonged to Qin Sang. At some point, he had left Qingyangfang Market and arrived at Tianyou Pass, where he caused a commotion at the auction.
At this time, there was no trace of anger on his face. He was unusually calm, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if pondering something.
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He was deliberately acting, making a scene at the auction, not truly going after the Blood Essence for real. He had his own agenda.
The premise is that he has already investigated Mr. Kan's style of doing things and knows how to tread carefully. Otherwise, if things are not done well, first making an enemy out of Mr. Kan would be a losing proposition.
In the tea room, it was eerily silent. Qin Sang sat quietly on his seat for not long when a trembling voice of a young girl sounded from outside, “Senior, the auction is over.”
Then, he was sent away like a plague god.
Qin Sang left the auction and immediately disappeared into the shadows, quietly leaving Tianyou Pass. He gazed at the vast mire and swampland, pondered for a moment, then activated his You Luo Cloud and flew eastward with all his might.
There, in the direction of Qingyang City... Just shortly after Qin Sang left, light began to appear in the east, and a middle-aged man emerged from Tianyou Pass.
This person had an ordinary appearance but an excellent bearing. Dressed in a simple robe, he looked like a scholar. Unfortunately, cultivators don't care about bearing; they only care about cultivation level.
His aura is not strong, he just broke through to the Qi Refining stage.
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He walked away from Tiangou Pass, arriving at the swamp. He only used his body skills to fly, and his speed was not very fast.
He flew aimlessly over the marsh, sometimes circling a large area. He did this for most of an hour before finally landing on a dead tree.
He turned his head to look behind him, making sure no one was following. A sneer played on his lips. "Cowardly lot! I didn't even try to hide, and you still couldn't keep up. You lucky old fool."
This man is the silver-clad man who was targeted by Qin Sang at the auction.
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Before he finished speaking, demonic energy surged from his body, transforming him into a black streak of light that shot towards the east.
At this moment, his true aura finally revealed itself, shockingly reaching the level of a false nascent soul. His speed was extremely fast as he quickly flew out of the swamp's range.
Ahead lie thousands of mountains and ravines, desolate and barren.
The silver-clad man's speed didn't decrease at all as he entered the deep mountains. Not long after, a soft exclamation suddenly rang out from within the escaping light, followed by a turn of the escaping light and its descent onto a mountain peak.
The man in silver armor looked surprised, turning his head to stare at a massive mountain range that resembled a giant dragon in the north.
From that direction, a strange vibration came faintly.
This kind of fluctuation is unique to a secret technique called the Heart-Eating Worm Gu, a very distant memory.
Since the destruction of the Yinzong sect, the remaining heart-eating worms and the sect leader perished along with the Yuanzhao sect's self-destruction. This secret art has since been lost.
The Heart-Eater Worm has long been extinct, and even fossilized remains found in glaciers are extremely rare. The Quyin Sect spared no effort to gather these specimens; finding more will be nearly impossible in the future.
After the annihilation of his sect, he and his master became fugitives, relentlessly pursued. Until recent decades, when the Little Ice Region's cultivation world was consumed by spiritual tides and the Heavenly Alliance, Yuan Zhao Gate grew less aggressive, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief and emerge into the open.
Those who had been controlled by the heartworms were long gone, no one knew where they hid.
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There is actually a one here.
The silver-clad man gazed intently at the distant mountains. He had a recollection of this mountain range; there was a massive spiritual vein beneath it, with numerous excellent cave abodes. The fluctuations indicated that this person remained motionless, possibly cultivating in a secluded cave retreat.
“The last time I came, I hadn't met him. Could this person have just returned from the Ancient Immortal Battlefield and be a nail from some unknown faction”
The silver-robed man secretly thought, "There are countless secret techniques in the world. The ancestor's creation of poisonous insects is difficult to dispel, but there may be a way to suppress them. Besides, if it was the heart-eating insect Gu planted before the extermination, this person's cultivation base would probably not be simple, and he might even be comparable to me. Perhaps relying solely on insect Gu wouldn't be enough to control him."
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