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However, what caught everyone's attention were the two powerful figures beside him—twin elders with white hair and identical appearances. The difference lay in their attire: one wore a black robe while the other’s robes resembled snow.

With two mid-stage elders guarding them on either side, it was no wonder they dared to be so arrogant!

It didn't need saying that this young man's identity was of utmost importance; he must have a powerful sect or family backing him. The early-stage elder monsters watching from the sidelines all showed signs of excitement. Normally, they were looked up to wherever they went, but now they couldn’t even enter a small auction house. Their disappointment was palpable.

Though unwilling, these wise and cunning elders knew that the Elder Council in Xuan Yuan City wasn't easily provoked; it was jointly managed by seven major sects and prominent妖族forces.

They could only vent their frustrations inwardly. Now, if someone stepped up to help them, they would be overjoyed. If this spoiled young man truly disrupted the rules, then perhaps he offered an opportunity for them as well.

As time passed, more early-stage elder monsters rushed to the scene, whether human or妖族, all showing signs of excitement. Seeing so many people supporting him, the spoiled young man named Zhang Xu became even more smug: "I am Zhang Xu, the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect in Qingzhou. If you want to let me in, I'll pay triple the crystal stones."

To everyone's surprise, facing such a crowd of powerful cultivators, the enforcers still maintained their composure. The two leading elders even shouted in unison: "What did you say?"

Zhang Xu was both shocked and angry. The Ten Thousand Spirits Sect was a formidable force in Qingzhou; they usually treated mid-stage元婴cultivators with respect.

In his fury, he acted without thinking, the arrogance of a spoiled young man flaring up as he waved his sleeve, sending out a blue immortal sword which slashed forward. "Young Master!" His guards were horrified and too late to stop him.

The妖族enforcer's eyes narrowed, a cruel killing intent flashing in them. He was a golden蛟, one of the toughest. Without dodging, he charged right at it.

Raising his arm, there was a sharp clang as golden light intertwined with blue. The sword was deflected by his left arm, and his right hand swiftly extended, easily piercing through the opponent's abdomen. "Young Master!"

The two guards from the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect were shocked, but their faces turned even more pale when the golden蛟 pulled out its claws, revealing an imprisoned元婴 inside. "Return our Young Master to us."

They hesitated, unwilling to risk it but also too scared to intervene. The other elder monsters collectively froze in shock; they had never expected such a swift and decisive action.

"Ten Thousand Spirits Sect—one of the five major sects in Qingzhou. There is an后期元婴cultivator within, likely his father. But what does that matter? In Qingzhou, you can act with impunity, but here, it's worthless. I was born in the Golden蛟Valley," the golden蛟 sneered as he held the captured元婴.

The crowd of onlookers gasped, although they couldn't confirm it, this was one of the妖族holy places. Legend had it that there was a蛟dragon over ten thousand years old within the valley, at the stage of separation from form and essence.

"Indeed, I know you've grown accustomed to your freedom, but you must understand that Xuan Yuan City is not where you can be so arrogant. My name is Gong Sun Ke, currently serving as an Inner Hall Elder in the Heavenly Craft Sect," the human enforcer stood alongside the蛟.

The faces of the onlookers shifted from white to red, and after the initial shock, they began to understand the gravity of the situation. An early-stage元婴 was impressive elsewhere, but here, the leaders were superpowers—former Fairy Yan could single-handedly destroy thousands of cultivators. In others' eyes, they were mere ants.

While an auction might offer good things, it wasn't worth risking their lives for. The enforcers understood the need to deter others, but the situation was in their favor. They dispersed like birds and beasts.

Only two cultivators from the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect remained. The elder in black robes bowed: "Taoist Brother, this is my Young Master's fault. Please return his元婴to us; our sect will be eternally grateful."

The golden蛟 hesitated but didn't want to make enemies. After all, his father was a powerful cultivator.

With a flick of his hand, the元婴 transformed into golden light and returned to the guard’s body. Zhang Xu's physical form inexplicably vanished. However, this spoiled young man showed no anger; only fear.

Lin Xuan stood aside, watching everything unfold. Originally just an interesting spectacle, but now his expression turned grim: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Moon's curious voice entered his ears. "Moon, we've stepped into a tiger's den."

Lin Xuan sighed and replied in his mind to the little girl’s question. "How so?"

The young girl was puzzled.

"Even the entrance is such a scene of bloodshed; imagine how heavily guarded the venue must be. Only mid-stage元婴cultivators are allowed entry. Such transactions might reveal unimaginable treasures. If my identity is exposed…"

"Moon, that mask can't even be seen through by后期元婴cultivators," Moon smiled.

"Later-stage cultivators can’t see it, but separation-stage elders' consciousnesses can…

"Young Master, you mean separation-stage elders could also participate in such transactions?" Moon's surprised voice echoed.

"I'm not sure, but the situation suggests it’s possible."

"What do we do then? Should we give up?"

"No. Apart from this level of auction, there's no other place to find Xia Gucao. For a转婴pill, even dragon-tiger dens are worth entering," Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with determination.

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