Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Human world.

Jiang Nian led the disciples of the Sword Sect to travel around, and the group planned to take a rest in Xilin City.

In recent years, due to the inability to ascend, the cultivators' desire to practice has declined and they are no longer limited to the sects. Their interactions with the mortal world have become increasingly close, resulting in a scene where cultivators and mortals live together.

Xilin City was originally a city for monks to trade, but now there are also many mortals living here. This city focused on trade is becoming more and more prosperous. It is still brightly lit at night, like a shining gem shining in the darkness.

Xilin City has a moat, and the brilliance of the city is projected onto the river surface, making the water sparkle.

A double-decker boat sailed slowly across the river, pushing the clear water waves away and creating ripples.

Jiang Nian stood at the bow of the boat, his clothes fluttering and the hairband on his wrist dancing.

He looked at Xilin City from afar. His sharp brows could not be erased by the gentle evening breeze, and his deep eyes merged into the night.

"Big brother."

Jiang Nian turned his head and looked at a group of young junior brothers and sisters. He smiled and made a joke: "If you have any unspeakable secrets, tell me. I promise I will laugh at you."

Hearing this, the people who had been hesitant relaxed a little. You pushed me, I pushed you, and finally Junior Sister Lin Lin was pushed out. The others tacitly took a step back.

Having suddenly become the leader, Lin Lin had no choice but to go ahead.

"Big Brother, I heard that Xilin City is very prosperous."

Jiang Nian nodded, and Lin Lin continued: "We have worked very hard during this period. Even if we have not made any achievements, we have worked hard. The sect leader also said that we should see more of the world. Um, I mean Xilin City is pretty good."

After hearing these incoherent words, the fellow disciples behind him were so anxious that they wanted to take his place. However, when they saw Jiang Nian's all-seeing eyes, they quickly lowered their heads.

Although Jiang Nian looked amiable, would joke with them, and was not strict on a daily basis, everyone always felt that there was something between them and the eldest brother, and did not dare to act unruly in front of him.

Little Junior Sister, work hard! We are your strong support!

Jiang Nian looked at the group of timid little quails and found it a little funny: "Want to have some fun in Xilin City?"

Everyone nodded rapidly, their eyes suddenly brightening up.

"Sure, how long do you want to play?"

Jiang Nian agreed too easily, and happiness came too suddenly. Lin Lin raised a finger in a daze.

"We'll leave in ten days. Any problem?"

Ah? She only planned to play for one day.

After waking up, Lin Lin suddenly burst into cheers: "Ahhhhh!!! Senior Brother, you are so kind!"

There was a moment of silence on the boat. Jiang Nian laughed out loud, and the others suddenly burst into even more enthusiastic cheers: "Big Brother! Big Brother!"

After the boat docked, the group went to the largest inn in Xilin City to stay. The fellow disciples were very excited, but Jiang Nian went back to his room and let them play by themselves.

After Jiang Nian left, the group of young people completely let go. Junior sister Lin Lin drank a bowl of rice wine generously and slammed the table.

"What do you think? I said that the eldest brother is not scary, right?"

The fellow apprentices were very tolerant of the younger sister who was pushed out to "take the lead" and completed the task perfectly.

"Yes, yes, thanks to Junior Sister."

"But it turns out that the eldest brother is so easy to talk to. I was always afraid of him before."

"Oh! It's normal. The eldest brother is diligent in cultivation and rarely interacts with the sect's disciples. He is also the sect master's direct disciple, so it's normal for him to feel distant."

Jiang Nian originally followed Xu Kong into the Sword Sect to practice, and in order to ascend to heaven as soon as possible, he practiced diligently and had almost no contact with the sect's disciples.

Jiang Nian is not a person who can easily open up to others. He has things on his mind and will not pay attention to unimportant people.

The Sword Sect is Xu Kong's hard work, and he loves the whole sect as well. A thousand years is enough time for Jiang Nian to be more indulgent towards these disciples.

Someone sighed, "It's a pity that the Ascension Platform is closed, otherwise with the qualifications of the eldest brother, he would have ascended long ago."

Lin Lin punched him in the chest without any hesitation: "Don't say this in front of Senior Brother. No, don't say it behind his back either."

Everyone knows that the eldest brother has become an idiot through practice. Isn't it like stabbing someone in the lungs to say this?

The man kept smiling and begging for mercy. Someone tried to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, we came here to have fun, so don't mention those things."

"It's late today. If you want to play, you have to wait until tomorrow."

A senior brother shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true. Didn't you notice that Xilin City is particularly lively tonight?"

Although Xilin City is prosperous, there are far fewer people on the streets at midnight, and most mortals have already returned home.

But tonight, the streets of Xilin City were bustling with people, mortals and cultivators, and most of them were heading in a certain direction.

Today is Xilin City’s once-in-a-century event, and Baizhilou will host the largest auction in a century.

Both mortals and monks can participate in the auction held in Baizhi Tower, and they can find everything they want here.

But the most precious and important event is the underground auction of Baizhilou, which only allows three types of people to participate:

Those who have the invitation, the cultivators who have reached the Tribulation Period, and those who have strong capital.

There is no shortage of treasures at the auction, and the organizers are not short of money, but they will not complain about having too much money.

Underground auctions are similar to the black market, but safer and more credible.

Here, nothing is off the table.

The underground auction is about to begin. Gu Ling slowly wakes up in a room in Baizhi Building.

A voice was heard faintly outside the room: "Is the beauty inside really okay? I think the material on her body is not ordinary, and her body is full of spiritual energy. Could she be the pride of a big family?"

"What kind of place is our Baizhilou? We can deal with any family. Besides, auction item No. 17 committed suicide, and the auction is about to start. Where can we find a top beauty to take his place?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Relax, nothing will happen..."

The following conversation did not contain any useful information, so Gu Ling did not continue listening.

Her limbs were shackled with special materials, and the spiritual energy in her body was sluggish. She was about to pull the shackles hard when she suddenly remembered something and let go.

A red feather appeared in his hand: "Feng Xiuran?"

On the other side, Feng Xiuran was flying around with his wings flapping, and a group of people behind him were chasing him with a bunch of tools: "Catch that chicken!"

"Fuck you! I'm Phoenix! Phoenix!"

They could not understand what Feng Xiu Ran said. They only saw the extremely beautiful chicken with spiritual power in front of them flying while calling.

Where did Gu Ling fall? If he couldn't find him, he would set fire.

"Feng Xiuran?"

A familiar voice came, and Feng Xiu Ran was overjoyed: "Where are you? I'm here to save you!"

Her voice was full of energy and she even used the word "save". It seemed that Feng Xiuran was in a better situation than her.

Gu Ling looked around and said, "It should be some underground auction house. I am locked in a room. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be auction item number 17."