The next morning, warm sunlight spilled down from the sky, illuminating the courtyard.

Under the fiery red maple tree at the center of the courtyard, two slender figures sat on the stone bench beneath, with three bowls of warm porridge placed on the stone table before them.

"Sister Bi, hasn't Brother Qin Yang come out yet?"

Zilan rested her small hand against her chin, gently stirring her spoon with the other hand, occasionally glancing at the still tightly closed door of Qin Yang's room.

Behind that door, a scorching crimson glow flickered intermittently.

"He should be refining some Small Primordial Spirit Pills."

Bi Luoyue glanced at Qin Yang's door and said.

"Then hasn't Brother Qin Yang slept all night, Sister Bi, should we call for some more food?"

Zilan blinked her sparkling eyes and said.

"Hmm, call for some more. He has a big appetite, and reheat the porridge too."

Bi Luoyue nodded lightly and said.

Just as the two girls ordered a whole table of steaming dishes, with a creak, the door opened, and Qin Yang, dressed in a white T-shirt, walked out, presenting a stark contrast to Zilan and Bi Luoyue in their purple and teal dresses in the courtyard.

"Brother Qin Yang, you finally came out. Let's eat quickly, and then we can attend the auction."

Zilan's face lit up with joy as she hurried over to Qin Yang, smiling.

"Alright."

Qin Yang smiled and nodded. After a night of refining, he had thrown a thousand six hundred Primordial Spirit Grasses into the Purple Jade Pill Furnace, refining one thousand five hundred seventy Small Primordial Spirit Pills, with dozens of pills turning out as waste.

Looking at the table full of exquisite dishes, Qin Yang felt cheerful and, after eating with the two girls, left Danfeng Restaurant.

The Auction Hall wasn't far from Danfeng Restaurant, and after ten minutes, the three arrived in front of the Auction Hall, where two stone pixiu statues stood imposingly.

Currently, many Ancient Martial Artists were entering the Auction Hall, and Qin Yang and the two girls went in too, collecting a number card at the front desk before entering the auction hall.

Inside the auction hall, the structure was grand; at a glance, there were over a thousand seats, with the upstairs loft serving as the VIP section.

Warm sunlight shone down through the transparent glass above the hall, brightly illuminating the whole hall, whilst the auction stage, constructed from white jade, added to the hall's impressive yet majestic vibe.

At this moment, a third of the seats were already filled, and Qin Yang and the two girls chose a spot and sat down.

Once seated, Qin Yang noticed Zilan taking out a piece of light fabric to cover her face.

"Eh? Zilan, why are you...?"

Qin Yang asked in wonder, and then he realized that with so many Ancient Martial Artists attending the auction, there was a risk of encountering her clansmen.

"Brother Qin Yang, someone here might recognize me, and if they catch me, you won't be able to take me out to play."

Zilan laughed playfully.

"You want to play that much?"

Qin Yang said with amusement.

"Yes, definitely!"

Zilan nodded repeatedly, a hint of longing in her bright eyes.

"I haven't visited the Mortal Realm much, each time just a few hurried days, at most a week, without truly getting to play. This time I snuck out with great difficulty, so of course, I want to enjoy myself!"

"When we return, I'll take you out to play."

Qin Yang said with a smile.

As Qin Yang and Zilan chatted idly, more Ancient Martial Artists filled the hall, with most of the seats now occupied.

The VIP seats in the upstairs loft were also gradually taken, indicating the substantial scale of this auction.

As Qin Yang's gaze swept across, he saw sitting at the front of the VIP section in loft one were the people from Celestial Dragon Sect, dressed in a Flying Dragon Robe, Bai Junlong looked exceptionally dignified, backed by Elders Qingsong and Qing Bai.

In loft two were two figures, the man in the main seat was a middle-aged man in a deep red robe, with coarse features, and his chest bore the embroidery of a blood-red eagle, wings spread, sharp beak and eyes emitting intense Blood Evil Qi.

Beside him was an elder in blood-red robes, thin and frail in form, with sunken eyes, though from the occasional flash of fierce blood in his old eyes, it seemed the Blood Clothes Elder was not as simple as he appeared.

"Blood Eagle Sect? I didn't expect them to send people here," Zilan exclaimed softly.

"You know this Sect?"

Qin Yang turned his gaze to Zilan beside him and asked.

"Yes, I know a bit. Brother Qin Yang, Blood Eagle Sect is a first-class Ancient Martial power. Unlike Celestial Dragon Sect, which is a rising sect, they have maintained first-class status for fifty to sixty years."

At this point, Zilan paused, lightly furrowing her elegant eyebrows, and continued: "However, in the past year, two of Blood Eagle Sect's strongest Celestial Tier Masters reached the end of their lifespan and reportedly passed away, leaving only one Celestial Tier Master to barely uphold the Sect's honor."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang nodded, looking up at the middle-aged man in the deep red robe and the Blood Clothes Elder, both with auras at Earth Tier.

"Why were you surprised at their presence here just now?"

Qin Yang asked puzzledly.

"Blood Eagle Sect is notorious for its ruthless actions, their martial skills and cultivation techniques require the stimulation of Blood Evil Qi, they act mercilessly, always ensuring their foes are killed, refining their blood and Qi to enhance their own power, thus gathering many enemies."

"Several sects, knowing Blood Eagle Sect lost two of its Celestial Tier Masters, have started targeting them, with Celestial Dragon Sect, newly promoted to a first-class Ancient Martial Sect, being one such sect. Celestial Dragon Sect is constantly seeking to absorb Blood Eagle Sect to compensate for their lack of foundation, so Blood Eagle Sect's situation isn't good, yet they still came to attend the auction."

Zilan explained.

Qin Yang gave a slight nod; conflict exists everywhere, especially between sects. Blood Eagle Sect's predicament was not his concern; he continued scanning the other lofts.

Because most first-class Ancient Martial powerhouses reside in remote mountainous regions, possessing abundant resources, they seldom lack non-rare resources, thus only Celestial Dragon Sect and Blood Eagle Sect of the first-class powers attended this time.

Loft three hosted Mu Shuiyuan from Hundred Beasts Valley along with an elderly woman, loft four had Ximen Feihua accompanied by Old Han, both Hundred Beasts Valley and Ximen Clan were top in second-class Ancient Martial powers, their foundation comparable to some first-class sects, merely lacking Celestial Tier Masters.

The remaining lofts contained members from various other second-class Ancient Martial sects and families.

Currently, all of the over a thousand seats in the auction hall were filled.

Dong~!

A clear bell sounded, drawing everyone's attention to the auction stage, plunging the hall into silence.

A middle-aged man in a red robe ascended the auction stage, slightly plump, with a fleshy face adorned with a kind smile, easily gaining people's favor.

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