txolops Chapter 221 Astounding Wealth! Participating in the Dark Deal!
Chapter 221 Astounding Wealth! Participating in the Dark Deal!
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"What do you want?"
When Lin Yinping recognized him, Lin Chuan showed no panic or surprise. He remained calm and composed, simply looking at her and asking in a flat tone, as if he were asking about something trivial.
However, this calm tone and gaze made Lin Yinping, who was in a state of anger and agitation, suddenly feel a chill, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.
The Lin Chuan before her seemed to possess a deeper and more restrained aura than when they fought on the grasslands years ago. Standing there, he exuded an invisible pressure, as if she were facing an abyss, even though he didn't display any outward power.
She instantly recalled the terrifying strength the other party had displayed that day, the horrifying method of easily killing three mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and even severely injuring late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators... Her anger and hatred, faced with the absolute difference in strength, had to be forcibly suppressed, turning into a cold feeling of humiliation and resentment.
She knew very well that even though she was in Jinjing and might have other helpers by her side, if a fight broke out, she would definitely be the one to die!
Moreover, private duels are strictly prohibited in Jinjing, especially among high-level cultivators; violators will be severely punished jointly by the royal family and several super sects.
Just as Lin Yinping's momentum faltered, leaving her in a dilemma, footsteps sounded behind her, and several figures quickly followed, stopping precisely at the entrance of the Tianji Pavilion.
There were five people in total. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a black brocade robe, with a sinister face and a goatee. His cultivation level had reached the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Behind him were four people, three men and one woman, all dressed in clothing bearing the insignia of the Yinluo Sect, and all of them were at the early Nascent Soul stage.
These five people were surrounded by a faint, chilling demonic aura; they were cultivators from the Yinluo Sect, one of the ten great demonic sects of the Great Jin Dynasty.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, what happened? Have you encountered any trouble?"
The middle-aged man in black robes swept his sharp gaze over Lin Chuan, then looked at Lin Yinping, whose breathing was somewhat unsteady, and asked in a deep voice.
This person was Ge Tianhao, one of the elders of the Yinluo Sect. He was also the person Lin Yinping sought out for help after arriving in the Great Jin Dynasty, because the sect had some old ties with the Tianlan Grassland.
"Fellow Daoist Ge..."
Lin Yinping took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and pointed at Lin Chuan, her voice trembling with barely perceptible hatred, "This person is Lin Chuan!"
"Lin Chuan?"
Ge Tianhao raised an eyebrow, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He scrutinized Lin Chuan again, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Oh? So you are the Fellow Daoist Lin who stirred up trouble in the Tianlan Grassland and stole the sacred beast? Truly... seeing is believing."
The four Yinluo Sect cultivators behind him also instantly focused their gazes on Lin Chuan, their expressions varying—some curious, some scrutinizing, and most harboring a subtle hostility and wariness.
As the Holy Maiden of Tianlan pursued the matter and the events involving the Lingyu Sect circulated within a small circle, the name Lin Chuan was no longer completely unfamiliar to some of the upper-level cultivators in the Great Jin Dynasty.
Lin Chuan merely glanced at Ge Tianhao and the others indifferently, without replying, and his gaze returned to Lin Yinping: "If Saintess Lin has nothing else to say, I shall take my leave."
Having said that, he ignored everyone and walked straight between Lin Yinping and Ge Tianhao with unhurried steps, as if the people blocking his way were not several Nascent Soul cultivators, but air.
"You!" Lin Yinping clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh. Watching Lin Chuan's back as he brushed past her, she trembled with anger, but in the end, she didn't dare to stop him.
A shadow crossed Ge Tianhao's eyes, but after glancing at the curious gazes from the surrounding streets and sensing several faint yet powerful divine senses sweeping across the distance, he suppressed the urge to attack.
He couldn't afford the consequences of attacking a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the core area of Jinjing's inner city.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, this matter requires careful consideration. This is not the place to talk; let's go back first." Ge Tianhao said to Lin Yinping in a low voice, glancing coldly in the direction Lin Chuan had left. He then turned and led the Yinluo Sect members away hastily with Lin Yinping.
A potential conflict was temporarily averted due to Lin Chuan's composure and Jin Jing's adherence to rules.
Lin Chuan didn't take this chance encounter to heart. He found a quiet and elegant inn that seemed to cater to high-level cultivators and asked for a superior room to stay in.
The next morning, the sun rose.
Lin Chuan sat quietly in his room, his mind updating with the daily divination results precisely on time.
Today's divination result: Minor misfortune.
[The divination indicates that a Nascent Soul cultivator staying at the same inn as you will approach you today under the guise of selling information about an "ancient secret realm." In reality, this is a trap set by the Yinluo Sect to lure you to a pre-arranged "Ten Directions Annihilation Array" outside the city, where you will be ambushed and killed.]
"A minor incursion? A trap? The Yinluo Sect... they're not slow at all."
A cold glint flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes, but a chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips. "It seems yesterday's chance encounter has made some people restless. Trying to lure me into a trap with such despicable means? Heh, they're really courting death."
Instead of taking immediate action, he calmly set up several layers of powerful soundproofing and restrictions to prevent divine sense from probing the room.
With his current mastery of formations, the restrictions he sets up are virtually impossible to detect from the outside world unless a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator deliberately launches a strong attack.
After doing all this, he sat quietly in his room, adjusting his breathing, as if waiting for something, just like always.
About an hour later, sure enough, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Lin Chuan asked calmly.
"Fellow Daoist, I am a rogue cultivator from the next room. I have an extraordinary opportunity that I would like to share with you. May I ask if we can come inside for a discussion?"
A slightly aged voice with a hint of flattery came from outside the door, and the voice's cultivation level was clearly at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
"Come in." Lin Chuan thought to himself, and the door opened silently.
A short, withered-looking old man with a few sparse yellow beard, dressed as a hermit, walked in with a big smile and closed the door behind him.
His gaze seemed to casually sweep across the room, but he was actually observing for any unusual signs.
"I am Hu San, greetings, fellow Daoist," the old man said with a cupped hand and a smile, his gaze sweeping over Lin Chuan.
"Fellow Daoist, your bearing is extraordinary, and your cultivation is profound; you are clearly a dragon among men. I have just received definite news about an ancient cultivator's secret place where he passed away, and it is said that there are..."
"Is that so?" Lin Chuan interrupted him abruptly before he could finish speaking, his voice icy cold. "Then you can die."
Before he finished speaking, his mind was already set on it!
The Divine Sword of Awakening Insects!
Twenty-seven invisible and extremely refined spiritual spikes shot out from between the eyebrows in an instant, like twenty-seven invisible poison needles, fiercely piercing the sea of consciousness between the eyebrows of the old man who called himself "Hu San"!
At such close range, and with such a sudden attack, Hu San had no time to mount any effective defense!
"Ugh—!"
Hu San's smile froze instantly, turning into boundless terror and pain. He felt as if his soul had been pierced by a thousand arrows. His vision went black, and his consciousness instantly plunged into a chaotic state of boundless darkness and excruciating pain. He stood frozen in place like a clay or wooden sculpture, unable to even raise his protective aura in time.
Just as his soul suffered a severe blow and he lost control of his body—
"laugh!"
A condensed golden sword light flashed from Lin Chuan's sleeve and easily sliced across Hu San's neck.
A head with a blank and terrified expression rolled to the ground, the headless body gushing blood as it slowly slumped down.
From beginning to end, it was all over in the blink of an eye. A cultivator at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm was instantly killed by Lin Chuan in this sealed room with lightning speed! He didn't even have time to let out a proper scream, let alone self-destruct his Nascent Soul.
Inside Hu San's body, a nascent soul, about an inch tall and with the same appearance as Hu San, now filled with fear and confusion, hurriedly escaped from the corpse, trying to flee.
Lin Chuan raised his hand and pointed, and a golden lightning arc as thin as a hair struck the Nascent Soul with pinpoint accuracy.
With a soft "sizzle," the nascent soul, without even uttering a scream, was purified by the exorcising divine thunder and vanished into wisps of green smoke.
Lin Chuan remained indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
He waved his hand and unleashed a burst of true fire, burning the corpses and bloodstains on the ground to ashes, leaving not a trace of ash, as if Hu San had never existed.
Then, he took the storage bag that Hu San had dropped, wiped off the divine sense mark on it, and poured out its contents.
Rogue cultivators usually don't have much wealth. In Hu San's storage bag, apart from some low- to mid-grade spirit stones, commonly used pills, a few ordinary magic treasures and materials, there weren't many eye-catching items.
Clearly, he was merely a bait pawn thrown out by the Yinluo Sect.
However, when Lin Chuan's gaze swept over a seemingly inconspicuous gray jade bottle covered with old talismans, a slight thought stirred within him.
The jade bottle was mixed in with a pile of miscellaneous items, and if it weren't for his strong divine sense, he would have almost missed it.
He picked up the jade bottle, removed the talisman, and uncorked it.
"hiss--!"
An indescribable chill, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, instantly emanated from the bottle's opening!
The temperature in the room plummeted, and a thin layer of white frost even condensed on the surfaces of the tables and chairs at a speed visible to the naked eye!
If Lin Chuan hadn't already set up a restriction, this chilling aura would probably have instantly alarmed the entire inn.
Lin Chuan stared intently into the bottle, where he saw it contained about half a bottle of viscous, milky-white liquid with a slight bluish tinge. The liquid flowed slowly, emanating an extremely pure and icy aura; just looking at it brought a sense of coolness and tranquility to the soul.
"This is... Cold Marrow?!" Lin Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up with surprise.
Cold Marrow! This is the most yin and coldest place in the world, a rare treasure that can only be nurtured by chance over hundreds of millions of years!
Its nature is extremely cold, yet it can nourish the soul and stabilize the nascent soul. It is also a dream material for cultivating certain top-level ice-attribute divine abilities and refining cold-attribute heaven-reaching spiritual treasures.
But more importantly, Lin Chuan knew that if he could find the legendary "Sun Essence Fire" and "Moon True Fire", and supplement them with this "Cold Marrow", there would be a very small chance that he could refine the legendary immortal treasure - Rejuvenating Water!
This water is said to have the effect of reversing yin and yang and bringing the dead back to life. A single drop can restore a dying person to their original state and greatly extend their lifespan. For cultivators whose lifespan is about to end, it is nothing short of a priceless treasure!
"I never expected that killing a lackey of the Yinluo Sect would yield such an unexpected gain! Although there's only a small half-bottle of this Cold Marrow, it's still incredibly precious. If I have the chance to find two kinds of True Fire in the future, I'll have hope of refining the Rejuvenating Water!"
Lin Chuan was overjoyed and quickly resealed the jade bottle, affixing a stronger spirit-sealing talisman, and carefully stored it in his most personal storage bag.
This Hu San really came to "bring him an opportunity".
In the following days, Lin Chuan stayed at home, organizing the list of auction proceeds while waiting for the auction to begin.
Meanwhile, the Yinluo Sect seemed to have gone quiet for the time being due to Hu San's "disappearance." Perhaps they hadn't figured out the situation, or perhaps they were brewing a bigger conspiracy. Lin Chuan didn't bother with it.
Finally, the highly anticipated joint auction of the Great Jin royal family has officially opened!
The auction was held in the center of the inner city of Jinjing, in a vast "Wanbao Hall" that was built specifically for this purpose.
The space inside the hall has been expanded by the array, making it large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people without feeling crowded.
Lin Chuan paid a hefty entrance fee, received a cloak and mask to conceal his presence, and entered the venue.
The venue was already packed with people, their auras mixed, but the lowest level of attendees were Core Formation cultivators, with Nascent Soul cultivators everywhere, and even the powerful auras of many late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators could be sensed hidden in the shadows. The atmosphere was both enthusiastic and solemn.
The auction lasted for more than ten days, with dozens or even hundreds of precious items appearing every day. From cultivation techniques and secret arts, ancient treasures and elixirs, to natural materials and rare beasts, the range was all-encompassing and dazzling.
Bidding was incessant, with prices soaring to hundreds of thousands or even millions of spirit stones, demonstrating the immense wealth of the cultivation world in the Great Jin Dynasty.
Lin Chuan is wealthy and owns a high-grade spirit stone mine on Biling Island, so he is naturally not a stingy person.
He would act decisively as long as it was useful for refining puppets or Hunyuan Jade Walls, or as materials or spiritual herbs that he considered valuable.
On the first day, he made eight bids in a row, winning several rare spirit golds, several ten-thousand-year-old spirit herbs, and a rare "Void Stone", spending a total of more than two million spirit stones!
His extravagant spending drew the attention of many cultivators around him, who secretly wondered which sect or reclusive family this wealthy man came from.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, starting from the second day, Lin Chuan quietly used the "Shape Change Technique" to change his appearance and some of his aura. Although his cultivation level could not be hidden, at least people could not easily associate him with the "big spender" from the previous day.
In the days that followed, he continued to make purchases, acquiring the last two auxiliary materials needed to refine the Hunyuan Jade Disc, "Star Sand" and "Earth Core Jade Marrow," as well as some other rare spiritual herbs and refining materials, reaping considerable profits.
However, to his slight disappointment, although he saw countless treasures throughout the auction, including several powerful fragments of ancient artifacts, the core materials he urgently needed—the "Five Elements Jade" and the "Radiant Crystal"—remained elusive.
"It seems we can only pin our hopes on the underground trade fair there," Lin Chuan thought to himself after the last day of the auction.
The day after the auction ended, Lin Chuan arrived at the "Listening to the Rain Pavilion" where he had arranged to meet Fu Cheng. It was an elegant teahouse located in a secluded part of the inner city.
Fu Cheng was already waiting there. Upon seeing Lin Chuan arrive, he greeted him with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Lin, how was your harvest?"
"It's alright. It's just that I haven't seen the two things I wanted most," Lin Chuan admitted.
"It's alright. There might be a surprise at today's trade fair. Follow me." Fu Cheng said no more and led Lin Chuan away from Tingyuxuan. They wandered through the inner city of Jinjing, eventually arriving at a three-story pavilion that looked ordinary and even a bit dilapidated.
There was no sign in the attic, and the door was tightly shut.
Fu Cheng stepped forward and knocked on the door rhythmically.
The door opened a crack, and a black-robed guard with an expressionless face but an aura that had reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm revealed half of his face.
"The token," the guard said hoarsely.
Fu Cheng handed over a black token that was neither gold nor wood. The guard checked it and, finding it to be genuine, looked at Lin Chuan: "A new face? Do you know the rules? The entrance fee is ten thousand spirit stones."
Lin Chuan didn't waste any words and directly took out one hundred mid-grade spirit stones (equivalent to ten thousand low-grade ones) and handed them over. This high entrance fee was clearly intended to screen participants and ensure that those attending had sufficient financial resources and strength, rather than just being there for the sake of excitement.
The guard accepted the spirit stones and stepped aside, saying, "Go in, but don't make a sound, and follow the rules."
The two entered the attic, which was not as cramped as they had imagined.
The first floor was completely empty, except for a small teleportation array in the center that emitted a faint light.
Clearly, the actual trade fair was not held here.
Fu Cheng nodded to Lin Chuan and stepped into the teleportation array first. Lin Chuan followed closely behind.
A flash of white light, and the two found themselves in an exceptionally spacious, antique-style, and brightly lit hall.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
Clearly, the actual trade fair was not held here.
Fu Cheng nodded to Lin Chuan and stepped into the teleportation array first. Lin Chuan followed closely behind.
A flash of white light, and the two found themselves in an exceptionally spacious, antique-style, and brightly lit hall.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
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Clearly, the actual trade fair was not held here.
Fu Cheng nodded to Lin Chuan and stepped into the teleportation array first. Lin Chuan followed closely behind.
A flash of white light, and the two found themselves in an exceptionally spacious, antique-style, and brightly lit hall.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
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The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
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The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
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The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
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The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
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The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.
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Fu Cheng nodded to Lin Chuan and stepped into the teleportation array first. Lin Chuan followed closely behind.
A flash of white light, and the two found themselves in an exceptionally spacious, antique-style, and brightly lit hall.
The hall is circular, about 100 zhang in circumference, and is surrounded by concentric rings of seats that rise in tiers. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate nearly a thousand people.
At this moment, there were already quite a few figures in the hall. Each of them wore a black mask that blocked divine sense from probing their faces, and they were also covered with a wide black robe, which concealed their figures and auras completely. They could only be judged from the occasional slight fluctuations that were leaked. Almost all of them were Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Chuan and Fu Cheng found two adjacent empty seats and sat down, observing silently.
One after another, more people came in through the teleportation array.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there were about four or five hundred people sitting in the hall, almost filling most of the seats.
"I hope I'll find what I want."
Lin Chuan calmly swept his gaze across the entire room, secretly anticipating what was to come.
The scale of this underground trade fair was indeed extraordinary, managing to gather so many Nascent Soul cultivators, including several with profound auras that made him feel threatened.