After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Han Feiyu was deeply moved as he listened to the quotations coming one after another from below.

"I feel like what they are calling for now is not spirit stones at all, but stones, right? The premium is too high!"

Li Wen explained from the side.

"If you observe carefully, most of those who participate in the auction of foundation-building pills are independent cultivators. It is difficult for them to buy this kind of pill. Even if they have money, they may not be able to buy this quality."

Chu Xinglan didn't care what they were saying, but was observing the overall layout of the Treasure Pavilion through the window.

The auction table was located in the center of the entire second-floor hall, surrounded by stepped rows of chairs, where people were almost always seated next to each other.

Chu Xinglan didn't look at it for long, but turned his gaze to the third floor. This time he observed more carefully.

Except for their side, there were two rooms with windows in each of the remaining three directions. The windows were open, and Chu Xinglan could vaguely see people sitting inside.

Just as he leaned his head out to look to the side, he met Lin Jiamu's gaze.

Lin Jiamu smiled and nodded at him, then shrank back.

Chu Xinglan waited for a while but didn't see him come out again. It seemed like he came out just to say hello to him.

Chu Xinglan frowned slightly and sat back in his seat.

At this time, the first item was successfully bought for ten medium-grade spirit stones.

The atmosphere downstairs had already been heated up, and the host was introducing the second item for auction, which was a Xuan-level long sword.

For the next half hour, they didn't see a single ordinary item.

Originally, Chu Xinglan wanted to see if there was anything he could buy as a gift for his master, but now he has completely given up on this idea.

His master really didn't need these things, and he wouldn't even look at things of such low grade, let alone give them to his master.

He planned to wait until he arrived at the capital of Cangyun State and have Song Ling take him to the auction in the imperial city to take a look, not necessarily for any precious items.

During the bidding, people from other boxes on the third floor participated in the bidding, except Chu Xinglan and his friends and Lin Jiamu and others next door.

This also attracted the attention of many monks downstairs who were no longer able to participate.

"Who are the people in those two boxes?"

"He must be a disciple from a big sect, right? He would definitely not like these things."

"We work so hard to get these few cultivation resources, but others think they are garbage. It's really unfair."

"..."

Chu Xinglan and the others had good hearing, so they naturally heard the whispers, but they didn't care.

There is no fairness in this world. The resources they have now are all obtained through hard work.

However, Lin Jiamu and others who were in quarantine actually bought two more pieces, which made Chu Xinglan and others even more the target of public criticism.

Chu Xinglan frowned, "We will leave after we pat the formation plate. Some of our subordinates are trying to stir up trouble. I think Yecheng will definitely be in turmoil tonight."

Murders for treasures are common in the world of cultivation. It doesn't mean you are safe if you say you are a disciple of a large sect. They think they can beat you and will simply choose to kill you to silence you.

Some extreme independent cultivators even use hunting down disciples of large sects or family members as their badge.

Song Ling and the others all agreed.

At this time, Xun Wenguang suddenly said, "That Yun Yao is gone!"

Everyone looked towards the door, and sure enough, the figure had left at some point, and they had no idea what he had gone to do.

However, this also strengthened their determination to evacuate as soon as possible.

The box next door.

Lin Jiamu was playing with the cup in his hand. There was no trace of the gentleness and politeness he showed when facing Chu Xinglan and the others. Instead, there was a cynical smile on his face.

Yun Yao knelt at his feet with her head lowered.

"You didn't hear anything?"

Yun Yao's body trembled and her head drooped even lower.

"Yes, they were very alert and drove me out directly. I could still hear a little noise at first, but then I couldn't hear anything at all."

Lin Jiamu gently placed the cup in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Did you notice anything unusual about the person I asked you to pay attention to?"

Yun Yao recalled for a moment, then hesitantly said, "He didn't speak the whole time, and he was always very far away from me. Before I left, he was leaning on a chair, and he didn't look very energetic."

"On the contrary, the other boy seems to have a bad temper and seems to be the leader."

Lin Jiamu pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and gently pulled Yun Yao up from the ground.

"Why do you kneel down so easily? There is no need for us to do this. Go find Chen Fan to claim your reward this afternoon."

Yun Yao subconsciously trembled again, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Jiamu before retreating.

Lin Jiamu looked at a disciple beside him and asked, "Did you find out the news?"

"I only found out that there are five disciples who left Cangqiong Mountain and planned to go to Cangyun Kingdom to participate in the 600th anniversary ceremony of the founding of the country. The leader should be the young prince of Cangyun Kingdom, Song Ling."

“As for whether Chu Xinglan is among the five, I’m sorry that I am incompetent and have not received accurate information.”

"However, if they want to go to Cangyun Country, their route will not pass through Yecheng. I am more inclined to believe that they are not next door."

Lin Jiamu said nothing and looked at another disciple.

"Is there any news from that person?"

The disciple nodded: "The other party said that everything is going according to plan."

Lin Jiamu relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair. "Then go get ready. Don't make any mistakes."

After several disciples agreed, they left the box quietly, leaving Lin Jiamu alone in the room, mumbling in ambiguous ways.

"Chu Yun..."

……

At the beginning of the Xu hour, the formation plate that Li Wen had been dreaming about finally went on the auction stage as the finale item.

The host introduced the origin of this formation in detail, and finally took out a roll of bamboo slips.

"In addition, we also obtained Master Qu Zhen's notes, which record his experiences and insights over the years."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was in an uproar.

Even Li Wen's breathing stagnated, and then her eyes became fanatical.

"There's even a notebook! I must get it this time!"

Then, he looked at Chu Xinglan somewhat embarrassedly.

"Xinglan, if I don't have enough spirit stones later, can you lend me some? I'm afraid I don't have enough."

Chu Xinglan looked at her excited and embarrassed expression, smiled and nodded, then took out a palm-sized bag from the bell and threw it to Li Wen.

Li Wen quickly reached out to catch it, and just as she opened it, she closed it again in an instant, and pressed her right thumb directly on her philtrum.

Song Ling looked at her strangely: "What are you doing?"

As he said that, he reached out and grabbed the bag, opened it and took a look curiously, and then he followed Li Wen's footsteps.

It took him a long while to recover, and he looked at Chu Xinglan with resentment.

"Brother Chu, you are so rich!"

The bag was filled with top-grade spirit stones, of the highest quality!