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176: The auction has officially begun! [Please read!]Seeing Xiao Yan and the others gaze at the spatial black hole with astonishment, Old Man Baoshan stroked his beard and smiled, then waved his hand: ”Go in.”

The few responded with a nod, their figures moving slightly as they soared onto the steep sand dune, arriving before the black hole in an instant.

Figures occasionally swept past, their gazes briefly lingering on them, especially on Cai Lin and Xiao Yi Xian, but all who could enter here were Peak powerhouses, well aware of the rules of this place. No one dared to provoke them rashly, only quickly retracting their gazes and rushing into the black hole.

Old Man Baoshan was the first to step into the black hole. Xiao Ze naturally put his arm around Cai Lin’s waist, leading her and Xiao Yi Xian close behind, with Xiao Yan bringing up the rear.

As soon as they stepped into the black hole, the few felt a gentle probing force sweep over their entire bodies. There was no malice, clearly a measure set up by the organizers to screen for hidden dangers.

Their vision briefly darkened, and the next second, light and a cacophony of sounds flooded in.

Before their eyes was a small town, the sky a hazy gray, with faint, violent spatial fluctuations emanating from it.

”This is Space Town, the venue for the Space Trade Fair.”

Old Man Baoshan looked at the bustling streets and chuckled, ”Though not as vast as Ancient World, it’s sufficient as a top-tier trading place.”

Xiao Ze’s gaze swept over the street. On the bluestone platforms on both sides, scrolls, jade bottles, weapons, demonic cores, and other items shimmered with spiritual light, all rare and precious treasures.

The figures sitting cross-legged behind the stone platforms had a minimum aura of Dou Zun.

”Earth Rank High-tier Dou Technique ’Earth Demon Leg’, Seventh-Rank High-tier Transformation Medicinal Pill, Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Spirit Ginseng...”

Xiao Yan walked and observed, his eyes burning with fervor. Even Cai Lin and Xiao Yi Xian couldn’t help but stop, their beautiful eyes filled with wonder.

Xiao Ze, however, appeared much calmer. The discernment of a Ninth-Grade Alchemist and the profound background of a Dou Saint had long made him immune to ordinary treasures. He only occasionally paused before a few ancient Spirit Medicine.

However, if Cai Lin and Xiao Yi Xian found anything they liked, he naturally wouldn’t be stingy.

As they reached the end of the street, Cai Lin’s gaze suddenly fixated on a fist-sized, multi-colored stone.

The stone’s surface had seven clear patterns, emitting a faint, special energy.

She gently tugged on Xiao Ze’s sleeve, a hint of subtle concern in her eyes.

Xiao Ze followed her gaze and instantly recognized it as a Seven-Colored Origin Stone. He then stepped towards the stone platform and calmly spoke to the emaciated old man behind it: ”How do I exchange for this Seven-Colored Origin Stone?”

The emaciated old man lifted his eyes, his tone lazy: ”Two Eighth-Rank Medicinal Pill with three-colored Medicinal Pill lightning or above.”

”The price is too high.” Xiao Ze rubbed his storage ring, his tone steady yet carrying an undeniable aura, ”The Seven-Colored Origin Stone is only useful to a Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python; it’s worthless to others. Two high-tier Eighth-Rank Medicinal Pill are enough to exchange for treasures several times rarer than it.”

Although he was wealthy, he wouldn’t be taken for a fool. When it was time to bargain, he had to bargain!

The old man rolled his eyes: ”If you think it’s expensive, don’t exchange for it.”

Although he could sense that Xiao Ze’s aura was not weak, he was unwilling to give in easily.

Old Man Baoshan and Xiao Yan watched from the side, not interjecting.

With Xiao Ze’s status and strength, they didn’t need to mediate.

Xiao Yi Xian stood beside Cai Lin, softly comforting her: ”Don’t worry, Xiao Ze will find a way.”

Cai Lin, however, gently shook her head, raising her hand to touch Xiao Ze’s arm, signaling him not to waste more words.

Xiao Ze understood, a hint of indulgence flashing in his eyes. He stopped arguing with the old man and directly took out a jade bottle from his storage ring, tossing it to the old man: ”Inside is an Eighth-Rank Concentration Medicinal Pill, which is enough to match the price you asked for.”

The old man caught the jade bottle and inspected it. Seeing the Medicinal Pill within with its restrained spiritual light, it was indeed an Eighth-Rank Medicinal Pill with three-colored Medicinal Pill lightning or above. Though somewhat unwilling, he could only nod.

Xiao Ze reached out and picked up the Seven-Colored Origin Stone, then handed it to Cai Lin, his tone gentle: ”Take it if you like it.”

Cai Lin took the Origin Stone, a faint smile gracing her cold and beautiful face, her fingertips gently caressing the stone’s surface.

As the few turned to leave, the old man looked at their retreating figures, always feeling something was amiss, yet he couldn’t pinpoint the reason.

How could he know that the ordinary Seven-Colored Origin Stone in his eyes contained the secret of the Heaven Swallowing Python clan?

Turning the corner, Xiao Yan couldn’t help but ask: ”Third Brother, although this Seven-Colored Origin Stone is rare, it’s not worth an Eighth-Rank Medicinal Pill. Why didn’t you bargain more?”

Cai Lin heard this and softly explained: ”Ordinary people only know that a Seven-Colored Origin Stone might be born where a Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python perishes, but they don’t know that if a hundred or more Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python perish together, there’s a chance to give birth to an Eight-Colored or even Nine-Colored Origin Stone. The Peak form of the Heaven Swallowing Python clan is the Nine-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python; this is a secret of the Bloodline Legacy, unknown to outsiders.”

As she spoke, she squeezed a drop of fresh blood from her fingertip onto the Origin Stone.

Only to see a new colored pattern slowly wriggle out after the seventh colored pattern!

”It’s an Eight-Colored Origin Stone, which will be of no small help to my Breakthrough.”

Old Man Baoshan and Xiao Yi Xian also showed expressions of astonishment, not expecting such a harvest so soon after arriving.

Cai Lin put the Eight-Colored Origin Stone into her storage ring. Unnoticed by anyone, at the moment the Origin Stone was put away, an extremely faint trace quietly appeared after the eighth colored pattern.

”Let’s go. The real treasures and the incomplete map we’re looking for are in the main venue deep in the town.”

Old Man Baoshan reined in his smile and led the way towards the center of the town.

Xiao Ze, with his arm around Cai Lin, followed along with Xiao Yi Xian and Xiao Yan, his gaze sweeping around, his Soul perception quietly spreading out.

In the direction of the main venue, there were faintly several auras not weaker than a Half-Saint, but in front of him, a Seven-Star Dou Saint, they were still as tiny as ants.

After all.

If you don’t enter Dou Saint, seeing me is like a frog in a well gazing at the moon in the sky. If you do enter Dou Saint, seeing me is like a mayfly seeing the clear sky!

This was Xiao Ze’s confidence!

...Space Town was not large, with only a few ancient streets intersecting, yet the streets were crowded with figures of formidable aura.

Outside, they would all be first-rate powerhouses, but here, they seemed commonplace.

Old Man Baoshan led the few through the ancient streets, no longer lingering on the treasures on either side, and walked directly towards the end of the town.

At the end, an ancient pavilion stood quietly, permeated with an ancient aura, as if it had endured thousands of years.

Outside the pavilion, two grey-clad old men stood like statues, their bodies exuding the powerful Dou Qi of a Six-Star Dou Zun. Such strength would be considered honored guests in Tianming Sect or Starfall Pavilion, yet here they only served as gatekeepers, which showed the high standard of the trade fair.

”To enter this Ancient Treasure Pavilion, you need an invitation from the three great Sects.”

Old Man Baoshan smiled and flicked his finger, a red light soaring towards the old man, transforming into a red jade invitation.

After inspecting it, the old man handed over five black cloaks: ”Those who enter must conceal their identities. These cloaks can prevent detection.”

Xiao Ze took the cloak and casually draped it over himself. Although the cloak could obscure his aura, it couldn’t hide the faint pressure emanating from his body.

Such a detail, in the eyes of others, was simply taken as some reclusive powerhouse, and no one dared to easily probe.

The few followed Old Man Baoshan into the pavilion. Inside, the light was dim, with nothing unusual. Soon, a grey-clad old man came to lead the way, taking them to a bronze door.

Pushing open the door, after a burst of strong light, an ancient hall about half the size of a plaza came into view.

The hall was filled with stone chairs, occupied by many figures in black cloaks. Old Man Baoshan chose a secluded spot to sit down, and with a wave of his sleeve, he distorted the surrounding space: ”There are many powerhouses here; conversations need to be protected from eavesdropping.”

Xiao Ze had already sensed the activity in the hall. Among the hundred-plus auras, there were quite a few at the Peak of Nine-Revolutions Dou Zun, and even a few that subtly touched the Half-Saint level, but he paid them no mind.

These strengths, in front of a Seven-Star Dou Saint, were merely like ants trying to shake a tree. He leaned back in the stone chair, occasionally conversing in low tones with Cai Lin, patiently waiting for the trade fair to begin.

Nearly two hours later, the hall was filled with a hundred people.

Old Man Baoshan let out a light breath, whispering: ”I’ve detected some familiar faces. It seems this trade fair is not simple.”

No sooner had he spoken than a melodious bell rang, and the space in the center of the hall twisted. An old man with white hair and beard, seemingly on the verge of death, slowly appeared.

Xiao Yan sensed the unique Dou Saint fluctuations on the old man and secretly marveled: ”Peak of Nine-Revolutions Dou Zun, with one foot already in Half-Saint.”

Old Man Baoshan added: ”This is Old Man Baoshan, the master of the Treasure Appraisal Mountain. He has sharp discernment and was a renowned powerhouse in Central Plains back then.”

Cai Lin and Xiao Yi Xian also showed solemn expressions. Such strength would be Peak in the Northwest, yet here he was merely the host.

”Greetings, everyone.”

Old Man Baoshan’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears. Seeing no one respond, he didn’t mind, raising his hand to set up a spatial prison.

”Old rules, the trade fair now begins.”

All eyes in the hall instantly converged, anticipation and fervor quietly spreading beneath the cloaks.

No one doubted that the treasures to appear next would be existences capable of driving people to madness.

Xiao Ze’s fingertips lightly tapped the armrest of the stone chair, his gaze fixed on Old Man Baoshan.

This trip, he was here for nothing else but the incomplete map of the Purification Lotus Demon Flame.

If anyone dared to contend with him, he wouldn’t mind directly suppressing them!