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第四卷 七星岛 第六百零六章 浑圆老祖

The Rujun Sect?

Lin Xuan was genuinely surprised.

In this world, people cultivated to achieve immortality. The path of the Immortal had existed since ancient times and spanned countless years, with numerous sects branching out from it.

Buddhists, Daoists, Confucians, and demons numbered in the dozens, each with their own unique practices. Besides these, there were also some practitioners from various races, such as the witchcraft of the Mo Yue Clan or the spiritual arts of the Kui Yuan Clan. Even some extinct sects had long since faded into obscurity.

In his previous life in Youzhou, Lin Xuan mainly encountered Daoist cultivators and demon practitioners, except for a few fortunate coincidences in Kuinyan Mountain. As for the Rujun Sect, it was already on the decline there. They were rumored to have unique cultivation techniques, which piqued Lin Xuan's interest.

From Zhang Feng, he learned quite a bit of useful information. The Spin Kun Island had a large river running through its center, dividing it into two roughly equal halves. The Hengshan Sect and the Demon Obscure Gate faced each other across this river for nearly ten thousand years.

The market Lin Xuan was currently in belonged to the Demon Obscure Gate, part of their territory. As for the spirit veins, Spin Kun Island had many but were mostly already claimed by various factions.

Lin Xuan listened calmly, but he stored all these details in his mind. After about a quarter hour, more high-ranking cultivators arrived. Just as Lin Xuan was feeling slightly agitated, a burly man wearing a short shirt approached the stone table and bowed: "I apologize for keeping everyone waiting. The auction will now begin."

"Wait, I haven't even arrived yet. Why is this auction starting so hastily?"

A deep voice echoed, with an underlying hint of mockery. Everyone turned to look at its source.

From the mist, a fat man walked out, his appearance comical and grotesque. He was only five feet tall but had an enormous waistline that seemed eight feet around. While being overweight wasn't his fault, it was still quite unusual for such extreme proportions.

Lin Xuan, despite his extensive experience, couldn't help but show a strange expression upon seeing him. However, his face quickly turned serious.

As the saying goes, one cannot judge a book by its cover. This fat man's appearance was comical, yet his cultivation level towered over everyone else; he was an old One Core Formation cultivator.

"Old Round."

"Is it really that old monster, Old Round? Why is he here for this auction?"

Lin Xuan was unfamiliar with the place, but among these experts, there were certainly those who had seen much. At first, Lin Xuan was startled to hear his name mentioned, thinking of the Elder from Kuinyan Mountain. However, upon closer listening, he realized that this Old Round and the previous one were entirely different.

In front of this old monster, everyone was cautious and dared not speak freely about him. From subtle hints, Lin Xuan learned some information: although his cultivation level was high, he did not belong to any faction; he was a lone cultivator known for his vicious actions and earning the nickname "Smiling Tiger."

Lin Xuan mentally chewed on this name but dismissed it with a smile. Even if the Smiling Tiger was notorious, it had little direct connection to him.

Everyone else also turned their attention away, fearing that Old Round might notice them.

After all, an One Core Formation cultivator possessed divine powers and could not be underestimated even as a lone cultivator.

"Your Excellency Old Round has graced our market with his presence. This greatly enhances the honor of this place." The man who was hosting the auction looked at the notorious old monster with a strange expression, seemingly both surprised and displeased, but he did not show any outward signs.

"It's nothing. I'm just an ordinary customer. You don't need to pay much attention; just host the auction well," Old Round said kindly.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." The man felt no relief despite his words. The Smiling Tiger could change his demeanor in a heartbeat—what seemed like a kind elder one moment and a butcher the next.

Although this secret market was run by the Demon Obscure Gate, if that old monster got carried away...

Many One Core Formation cultivators were unpredictable, but he had to toughen up and start hosting the auction.

The man took out his storage bag and slapped it. A pair of fiery red hooks appeared on the stone table, glowing with spirit energy.

"These fire dragon hooks are forged from meteoric iron and infused with twenty-one rare materials, none of which have recognized their master yet. After a bit of ritual purification, they can be used," the man said as he channeled mana into the hooks. A dragon's roar echoed, and two miniature dragons about a foot long appeared in mid-air, swallowing clouds and spitting smoke. The man then said emotionlessly: "Starting bid is thirty thousand crystals; bidding can begin."

"Thirty thousand one."

"Thirty thousand two."

"Thirty thousand seven."...

Lin Xuan did not need this treasure, but his keen eyesight revealed that these hooks were indeed first-grade items. Generally, auctions became more valuable as they progressed, so it was unusual for such a high-quality artifact to appear early on. This was certainly worth looking forward to.

Just as Lin Xuan was thinking this, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation in the center of his forehead. He glanced back and met the gaze of the Smiling Tiger, Old Round.

A faint glint of something strange flashed in the other's eyes, but his face remained kind. Lin Xuan's heart sank, but on the surface, he forced a stiff smile.

"Could this old monster be working with that Elder Kǔ?" Lin Xuan thought to himself, though he found this idea too far-fetched.

Despite his frustration, he was not panicking. With Mo'er's assistance and the aid of an Alchemy Formation cultivator, he had some fighting chance against a One Core Formation cultivator.

Lin Xuan did not know that Old Round was also muttering to himself: "This kid has such high vigilance; he noticed me."

Both men harbored ulterior motives, but the auction continued as planned.

As Lin Xuan suspected, the items that followed were equally impressive. All present were high-ranking cultivators, though not all were wealthy, and the bidding was fierce.

To be honest, one of the spirit herbs would have tempted even Lin Xuan, but he decided against it, not because he was stingy with his crystals but due to his uncertainty about why the Smiling Tiger was interested in him.

However, what happened next greatly exceeded his expectations. As the auction neared its end, the man took out one last item from his storage bag—a pale blue command token.

This token was roughly the size of a palm and unknown material, with an ancient design on its front—Mò (Demon).

"Eh, this is a command token from the Demon Obscure Gate."

"Why would he bring this here?"...

The cultivators began to discuss among themselves, their faces filled with confusion. However, Lin Xuan noticed that some of them looked excited and greedily at the token.

Lin Xuan's eyebrows raised as his expression turned thoughtful.

"Everyone has seen it; this is a command token from the Demon Obscure Gate, personally issued by the sect leader. The bidder who wins this will become an honorary elder in our sect, with all benefits and honors equal to other elders. Starting bid is two hundred thousand crystals," the man said, his eyes sweeping over everyone, his voice filled with temptation.

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