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第三百二十五章 七绝天

However, there's a saying: when the government has its policies, people have their countermeasures. Secret transactions underground can make more money than auctions, so some factions still quietly provide convenience. Of course, they held these secret meetings in extremely hidden places to avoid being known by the ghosts and spirits in the Shadow Valley and the enforcers of Ghost Web City.

Typically, one needs an invitation to attend such secret meetings; outsiders would never get any information about them.

If not for Lin Xuan's powerful divine sense, he might have missed this opportunity. Still, his goal wasn't to buy a ghost servant but to see if there were other rare items available.

According to common sense, treasures from auctions couldn't be bought in the market; perhaps they could help with Yue'er’s injuries.

Lin Xuan pondered this as he found an inn in Ghost Web City and settled down. First, he used his own true essence to stabilize Yue'er's condition. Then, he started meditating. By the time the moon was at its zenith, Lin Xuan had recovered his mana.

He looked up at the sky and leaped out of the window. Ghost Web City was already pitch black. Although sleeping or not affected him little as a cultivator, fewer people were around at night; those who passed by ignored each other coldly.

Lin Xuan left the city gate and followed the route he had heard about to head north. It was just opposite the Shadow Valley. After half an hour, Lin Xuan landed down.

This was a desolate plain with sparse low shrubs. The qi was thin; occasionally, when the wind blew, it revealed animal bones beneath the surface.

How barren! No wonder that mysterious trading company chose this place for their auction. Such places must be too boring even for ghosts and spirits to bother coming here.

Lin Xuan released his divine sense, covering several miles around him. However, after a moment, he found no signs of any restrictions. He became slightly curious; either the other party’s illusion was too clever or they hadn’t set up any restrictions at all.

A gloomy cloud appeared on Lin Xuan's forehead as he felt somewhat perplexed. Yesterday, when he overheard two cultivators' conversation, he only vaguely knew where the auction would be held but wasn't clear about the exact location. What should he do now?

However, he had no intention of leaving. Instead, he concealed his light and wandered around.

Soon, a figure entered his sight. It was a young scholar in green robes, probably in his thirties, with mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. After landing his light, he began to look around nervously, his face showing obvious tension.

Although the man was cautious, Lin Xuan's presence remained hidden. Once he confirmed there were no others nearby, he took out a yellow talisman from his pocket and muttered something before casting it into the ground. A streak of yellow light flew underground, splitting open the ordinary salt-alkali sand land to reveal a dark cave.

A thin old man emerged from inside, conversing with the scholar before preparing to lead him in.

"Is this where the auction is held? May I join?"

The two were startled by the unfamiliar voice and turned around. Their hands instinctively reached for their storage bracelets.

A plain-looking young man appeared about ten paces away, walking over with a smile on his face.

"A Condensation Core cultivator!"

The scholar gasped in surprise, showing signs of respect. The old man was equally shocked but raised his hand to signal for backup.

Unfortunately, Lin Xuan was faster. Before the transmission talisman could be cast, it was intercepted. At the same time, he felt a numbing sensation; his mana couldn't flow freely anymore.

Clearly, the other party had used a great divine technique to bind his mana. A cultivator without mana was just an ordinary person.

Drops of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead.

"Friend, don’t be alarmed. I only wish to participate in the auction," Lin Xuan extended his hand and patted the old man’s shoulder. The old man let out a sigh and regained control over his mana.

But he didn't act rashly; his eyes filled with reverence as he looked at Lin Xuan. As they say, experience makes one wise. He knew that since this person had managed to free him from the restrictions, it was clear he had enough power to instantly eliminate him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have done so.

Facing a figure who could make his soul scatter in an instant with a single gesture, he naturally acted cautiously and didn't dare be careless.

The old man bowed: "Senior, forgive me. I just thought you were one of the enforcers from Ghost Web City."

"Never mind; ignorance is no sin," Lin Xuan smiled. "I only learned about this auction by chance and came here without permission..."

"Welcomed, welcomed! It's an honor for senior to grace us with your presence," the old man’s attitude made a 180-degree turn. However, his actions weren't entirely out of fear.

His name was Huang Yin, a cultivator from the Seven Extremes Heaven. Although its history traced back long ago and couldn’t match the founding time of the three major sects, it had spread for ten thousand years. Not a single sect but a trading alliance with businesses across the Yizhou region.

Though he didn't know their specific strength, few sects dared to provoke this trading alliance. Money could buy everything; too many crystals could kill people.

Seven Extremes Heaven wasn’t interested in power but was veryattachmentin earning more crystals. Although the Ghost Web City auction couldn’t be considered a surefire profit, it still brought substantial gains. They had held such auctions multiple times before. According to tradition, each meeting only invited reliable cultivators they knew well. However, unexpected situations like Lin Xuan's happened often.

No matter how good their confidentiality measures were, one could never know the true intentions of those who participated. Some might accidentally or intentionally leak information about the time and location of the auction.

In such cases, Seven Extremes Heaven had a surefire solution: if the arriving cultivator’s mana wasn’t high enough, they would kill to cover their tracks. The auction was no market; one could come and go as they pleased.

Of course, if the other party was more formidable, they might adopt a flexible approach and let them participate in the transaction meeting.

Otherwise, failing to eliminate those who knew about it and having them spread the word would cause endless trouble for Seven Extremes Heaven.

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