I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

As soon as Yan Ping and his friends arrived at the auction, they saw Mu Qingwan waiting at the door. When Mu Qingwan saw them, her eyes lit up.

"This way."

After bringing the person into the house, Mu Qingwan quickly told him all the news she had learned.

Yan Ping frowned.

"Demon cultivator?"

At this time, there were actually demon cultivators in Qingyuan City.

I didn’t expect that the planning of the invasion of the Demon Realm would start so early.

Wen Ye looked at Mu Qingwan.

"Has Master Fu sent back any news?"

Mu Qingwan looked a little worried. "No, there was no response to the message I sent with the Flying Pearl."

"But we have already contacted the sect, and it will take time for them to come over."

Yan Ping's brows were furrowed the whole time. Last night, Fu Tiancheng encountered a person in the Danhua realm outside the city, and he was related to a demon cultivator.

There has been no news so far, but I am afraid the problem is quite serious.

A cold look flashed across Yan Ping's eyes. "I can't delay any longer. I'm going to find him."

"Be careful of the people in the City Lord's Mansion."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Wen Ye knew that this matter was a bit troublesome. He was only in the Qi Refining Stage now, and the things he was involved in outside were already high-level struggles.

It would be better for him to stay in the auction with the disciples of Tianyang Sect and not hold Yan Ping back.

Even so, Wen Ye couldn't help but clench his fists. No one likes to be just a pendant.

Mu Qingwan saw him like this and was about to persuade him.

Yan Ping's puzzled voice came from outside the door.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Wen Ye: “…Ah?”

"Don't just stand there, follow me."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

A gleam of light flashed across Wen Ye's eyes. He looked at Mu Qingwan and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Then I'll go out first. I'll contact you if I have any news."

Mu Qingwan: "......"

She was ready to protect Wen Ye with her life, but he just turned around and ran away.

Leaving the auction, Wen Ye followed Yan Ping.

"Where are we going next, Senior?"

Yan Ping turned towards the City Lord's Mansion with a cold expression.

"there."

First go and see if the city lord is in the city lord’s mansion. If not, then take what you should take.

The City Lord's Mansion is exceptionally quiet today.

The butler stayed in a room with a serious expression.

Their spies are spread all over Qingyuan City. When the group of people entered the city today, he had already noticed something strange.

He has been unable to contact the city lord since last night, and considering what happened today, he is afraid that the city lord has been entangled.

The only advantage is that these people don’t know the relationship between them and the City Lord’s Mansion.

Now he just needs to wait for news from the city lord.

There was a sudden commotion outside, and a servant with a bruised face and nose ran in.

"Butler, someone is knocking on the door!"

The housekeeper's heart tightened, but he still managed to keep the situation under control with a stern expression.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Speak slower!"

"Two people came to the door and said they wanted to see the city lord. We asked them to wait for the announcement, but they just came in directly!"

The butler frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, so he hurried out.

As soon as he walked into the main hall, he saw two masked men, one of whom was in the Qi training stage, fighting with the Qi training stage guards in the mansion.

As for the other man wearing the mask, although he changed his clothes and mask today, his figure that day was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The butler's pupils shrank, and then he put on a flattering smile.

"Senior, please let's talk!"

Wen Ye saw the housekeeper coming and was about to stop when he heard Yan Ping's lazy voice.

"Keep fighting. Don't fight until you see the city lord."

The housekeeper's pupils shrank into pins. This person knew that the city lord was not at home and came to visit? Could it be him last night?

The butler forced himself to suppress his emotions and walked quickly to Yan Ping's side.

Beside him was the sound of swords and spears, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Senior, the city lord is in seclusion, he really can't come out right now!"

He didn't want to be so humble, but he didn't know what level this person was at, and there were not many spirit beads left in the mansion every year.

Except for the city lord who is in the Huadan realm, the most people in the mansion are in the Xudan realm, and there is not even a Shidan realm.

He didn't want to waste the power of the City Lord's Mansion in vain.

Yan Ping closed his eyes slightly and quickly released his spiritual sense. The powerful spiritual sense enveloped the entire City Lord's Mansion in an instant.

Everyone felt a chill, as if they were being spied on from inside out.

Yan Ping did not miss any corner. After he regained his consciousness, he opened his eyes and looked at the butler with a smile.

"The city lord is in seclusion but not in the city lord's mansion, so where is he?"

The housekeeper's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his smile was a little ugly. "If the Lord of the City is not in the mansion, then servants like us naturally don't know where he is."

Yan Ping looked at him thoughtfully. He had just explored the entire City Lord's Mansion and found that there was indeed a place for retreat.

But the person is not there.

Last night, Fu Tiancheng happened to meet a person in the Danhua realm. Yan Ping didn't need to think too much, as that person was most likely the city lord.

At this time, neither of them was in the city, probably outside the city.

Yan Ping suddenly spoke.

"Do you remember the spirit beads we talked about last time?"

"150,000 spirit beads, 50 yuan profit per day."

"Two days have passed now. Give me three hundred thousand spirit beads."

The butler felt suffocated and cold sweat covered his whole body. The city lord was not at home at the moment, and he was obviously no match for this man, so he spoke with some difficulty.

"There are not so many spirit beads in the palace at the moment..."

"Then I'll move as much as I find."

Yan Ping smiled slightly and interrupted him directly.

The butler broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far away, and an impatient voice was heard.

"Why are you arguing so early in the morning? How can you behave like this?"

Yan Ping tilted his head slightly and looked over there.

The two looked at each other, and Cheng Huiyuan's eyes were shocked as if he had seen a ghost.

"You, why are you here!"

Yan Ping smiled slightly, "I'm here to collect the debt."

Every time Wen Ye saw Cheng Huiyuan, he thought this man was amazing.

For example, at this moment, he was extremely scared one second ago, but he started shouting the next second.

"This is the City Lord's Mansion!"

"My father is right here, just wait for death!"

The butler was behind, his face twitching.

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows, "Didn't your old housekeeper tell you that your father is not in the City Lord's Mansion?"

Cheng Huiyuan's mouth froze for a moment, and he turned his gaze to the housekeeper, trying to verify.

Yan Ping was too lazy to talk to this arrogant and domineering man, "Wen Ye, stop fighting, come with me and move the spirit beads."

He was in a hurry to go to the suburbs to find Fu Tiancheng, so he didn't want to waste time here.

At first the housekeeper prayed that Yan Ping didn't know the location, but seeing where Yan Ping walked, it was obvious that he knew.

They came to a warehouse where dozens of boxes were piled up, all filled with spirit beads.

There are also many rare materials next to it.

housekeeper:"……"

He suspected that there was a traitor in the City Lord's Mansion!

Yan Ping looked around and directly extended his hand to the butler.

"Bring the bag."

Butler: "...Senior, please don't bully me..."

Looking at the sword across his neck, the butler shut up.

Someone found a few bags and sent them over.

Yan Ping didn't even glance at those rare treasures. He just opened the box and poured all the spiritual beads into his pocket.

There are no boxes in the way, and one bag can hold at least 100,000 spirit beads.

The butler looked at this scene and his face trembled uncontrollably.

After packing two bags, Yan Ping felt it was a pity. He had storage space, but every time he used it, he would consume his own spiritual energy. Now he could only let Wen Ye carry them.

These two bags are about the limit of what he can carry without affecting his activities.

Yan Ping ignored them, packed up the spirit beads and walked out.

"Let's go."

Wen Ye was carrying two bags of spirit beads on his left and right. When he saw the cold gaze of the butler, he coughed dryly.

"Farewell."