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After meeting with Xiaohou Hui, the two did not linger but instead merged into the old world's coordination. They streaked away towards the distance.

Although they had never worked together before, both were no ordinary cultivators. Their speed of escape far surpassed that of even lower-ranked cultivators and even some late-stage cultivators from major sects.

After flying over a thousand miles without spotting any enemies, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel surprised. Could that bald monk really be planning to let me go?

That made no sense; the thief from the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect was known for his grudge, and he had just been outbid at the auction for Xia Guocao.

Despite his doubts, Lin Xuan's speed increased even more. Regardless of what the other party planned, escaping as far away as possible seemed to be safer.

Meanwhile, the auction continued with great fervor. Although it was merely a fragment of Nineheaded Snake’s soul cocoon, its allure was still beyond measure for major sects. The current bidding price had already approached one billion.

This set a record; the Heaven Cloud Trading Fair had never seen such an exorbitant price for any treasure since ancient times.

However, the two Separation and Union stage experts remained calm. No one could take this Nineheaded Snake’s egg away from them.

"Nine-headed friend, I have something to request."

"What is it?" The long-eared, green-eyed beast turned its head, showing a hint of surprise in its eyes.

"While you are temporarily in charge here, I need to attend to some personal matters and wish to leave."

"Because that boy who stole Xia Guocao?"

"Yes!" Huìtōng's face showed a sinister smile. "With your abilities, you should have already seen through his disguise. This boy not only offended me but also injured my nephew, Kōngxuán."

"Hmph, of course I know this child is the target on the bounty list. But don't you find that mask familiar?"

"Are you saying it was from Mèngrúyàn?"

"Yes, Master, you have indeed noticed," Huìtōng said with a smile. "Mèngrúyàn has a close relationship with this boy. If you kill him, won’t Mèngrúyàn come after us?"

Nine-headed Patriarch smiled slyly and said, "That’s the kind of trouble between cultivators. Why should I get involved?"

"You are being too formal, Nine-headed," Huìtōng said unhappily. "What matters to humans or demons at our level? We have been friends for hundreds of years."

"But Mèngrúyàn is not someone you can easily deal with. Why would I risk making a deep grudge over nothing?" Nine-headed Patriarch still refused, reminding Huìtōng that favors were only given in exchange for benefits.

"Ridiculous, I just want you to delay Mèngrúyàn; I am not asking you to fight her," Huìtōng said. "Fine, as an old monster, you are miserly and won’t even do a small favor. But recently, I have had some good fortune and obtained several Phoenix Fruit."

"What? Phoenix Fruit? That has no benefit for our sect but is very useful for me. How many?" Nine-headed Patriarch was surprised, his face showing great joy.

"Not many, if you help me, I will give you two of them," Huìtōng said.

"Two are too few; Mèngrúyàn is not easy to handle. At least three are needed."

"Fine, three then, but at least, you must keep her occupied for an hour." Huìtōng agreed after a moment's thought.

"Why such a long time? A mere mid-stage婴中期 cultivator can be killed in seconds," Nine-headed Patriarch frowned and said.

"Hmph, what do you know. This boy is not just any mid-stage cultivator; otherwise, how could he have killed my nephew Kōngxuán alone?"

"How so? Even if it’s a late-stage婴后期 cultivator, to us, they are mere ants. Mèngrúyàn once wiped out eight late-stage cultivators in half an hour by herself. The old bald monk, you might be cautious, but aren’t you being overly timid," Nine-headed Patriarch sneered.

"Namaste, mind your own business. I will give you three Phoenix Fruits and keep Mèngrúyàn occupied for an hour. Fair trade, no cheating. Do you agree?"

Seeing Huìtōng's anger, Nine-headed Patriarch smiled again: "I have no idea what you are thinking, but deal is done."

Lin Xuan was unaware of the events at the auction. After a while, Xiaohou Lan’s voice reached his ears.

"Brother, we were lucky; Master Huìtōng won’t be chasing us. We are already more than ten thousand miles from Xuanyuan City. Even Separation and Union cultivators wouldn’t have such powerful awareness at this distance."

"That may be true, but it feels too suspicious," Lin Xuan said, puzzled.

"Who knows? Maybe that old bald monk encountered something else and couldn't spare the time."

Before Xiaohou Lan could finish speaking, her face suddenly paled. Her speed slowed down as she stopped abruptly.

"Sister, what’s wrong?"

Xiaohou Lan didn’t speak but turned to look at a nearby mountain peak: "Master Huìtōng, your whereabouts are now exposed; why hide? Come out and show yourself."

"What? Master Huìtōng has caught up?" Lin Xuan's expression changed dramatically. Following the girl’s gaze, he saw a tall, graceful mountain.

Could it be that Huìtōng was hiding inside?

Lin Xuan released his divine sense but found nothing. However, he didn’t doubt Xiaohou Lan; she was from the Spirit Realm and had some unexpected abilities.

"How, Master, are you still not coming out? Do you want to wait for me to attack or do a Separation and Union cultivator actually plan to ambush us?" Xiaohou Lan said coldly. Although her personality was gentle and virtuous, it depended on who she was talking to. After merging with the Spirit Realm’s memories, although she wasn’t as arrogant as New Moon, her words were sharper.

"Namaste, a formidable female practitioner. My无形佛隐 is hard for even same-stage cultivators to see through. How did you find me?"

A distortion appeared in front of the small mountain, and golden spiritual light emerged. A bald monk wearing a large red robe appeared before them.

His face was pale, his appearance withered, and there was a scar on his face—certainly Huìtōng.

To be continued... (未完待续)

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