Yaoguang Fairy Path

In the deep inner room of the women's boudoir, a woman sat quietly at the eight-immortal table in the outer room. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she held a handkerchief tightly in her hand, sobbing and wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes from time to time.

Her voice was filled with endless resentment and helplessness. "Master, Xue'er is in such a state now, I'm afraid she's doomed! You must seek justice for our daughter. She can't suffer in vain! I only have this one precious daughter, and I will never allow anyone to hurt her like this. That person's methods are so vicious, he must be punished."

At this moment, Murong Hua, the elder of the Murong family, was standing in a corner of the inner room. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his face was full of anger and ferocity.

He snorted coldly and swung out a palm with spiritual power. The originally exquisite screen on the side suddenly broke apart under the powerful force of his palm and turned into countless fragments that scattered all over the ground.

"Murong Xue, no matter how bad she is, is still my daughter, Murong Hua. I will not tolerate others being so presumptuous!" Murong Hua's voice was cold and firm, every word imbued with unquestionable power. He clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with anger. "How dare you disregard the reputation of my Murong family? Humph! This person deserves death!"

The woman was frightened by Murong Hua's sudden action. She involuntarily covered her chest and screamed in horror: "Ah~!" Her face turned pale in an instant, and her eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

Seeing her acting like this, Murong Hua's anger grew even more intense. He glared at the woman fiercely, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and warning.

The woman was captivated by his gaze, and her delicate body shuddered involuntarily, as if pierced by a cold wind. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Murong Hua's eyes, and silently retreated back to the inner room.

But a moment later, a male cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core stage, dressed in brocade clothes, appeared in the room. He had a stern face and an upright figure. He saluted Murong Hua respectfully and said, "Greetings, Master."

Murong Hua's eyes were cold as he tossed the image stone in his hand to the male cultivator. His voice was emotionless, "Kill them all, but make sure to capture the female cultivator alive. This elder will keep her and wait for Xue'er to wake up before personally judging her."

The male cultivator took the photo stone and nodded firmly: "Yes, I obey your command." After that, he took the photo stone and slowly left the room.

With the male cultivator's departure, silence returned to the room. Murong Hua sat at the table, his hands clenched into fists, a fierce glint in his eyes.

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In Jubao Pavilion, Ye Shuyao stood up excitedly, walked towards the balcony, and rested her hands casually on the railing.

Outside the balcony was a transparent crystal wall, like a transparent shield, allowing her to clearly see the entire auction hall below the third floor. However, people outside could not see what was happening in the private room, which provided excellent privacy protection for the VIPs.

Only half an hour had passed, and the first floor was already crowded with people. The monks were bustling about, some chatting in low voices, and some closing their eyes to rest, waiting for the auction to begin.

At this time, the lights in the private rooms on the second and third floors also lit up one after another, like shining stars in the night sky, foreshadowing the auction feast that was about to begin.

Ye Shuyao couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. She looked intently at the exquisite decoration inside the Jubao Pavilion. Every detail showed luxury and taste.

She couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Tsk tsk, I don't know who owns this Treasure Pavilion. The decoration inside is so exquisite, it's simply the benchmark of the rich! Look at the interior shape, it's like a honeycomb, there are many surrounding rooms on the first floor, and there must be at least dozens of private rooms below.

The seats on the first floor are filled with monks, there look to be hundreds of people! It's so lively!" Her voice was full of praise for the Treasure Pavilion and anticipation for the upcoming auction.

Luo Yunhan looked at Ye Shuyao tenderly and asked softly, "Yao'er, are you short of spirit stones?"

Ye Shuyao blinked her bright eyes and responded with a smile: "No, Master. I haven't used most of the spirit stones you gave me." After that, she fell into a brief contemplation, as if reflecting on whether she was too frugal.

"When she's practicing, she has her own space and isn't short of spiritual energy. As for talismans and elixirs, she rarely uses them, relying mostly on her own strength in battle." She muttered to herself, thinking about it this way, she really did feel like she had a lot of money but nowhere to spend it.

Hearing this, Luo Yunhan chuckled softly, his voice full of doting: "Yao'er, there's no need to worry about the spirit stones. If you like something, just go ahead and buy it. Don't hesitate. With Master here, you don't have to worry."

Ye Shuyao winked mischievously, a sly smile curling up at the corner of her mouth. She looked at Luo Yunhan and said playfully, "Master, this is what you said. If we don't bring enough spirit stones later, we will be embarrassed."

Luo Yunhan couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. He patted Ye Shuyao's head gently and responded softly: "Don't worry, Yao'er, I know my limits and will definitely not let you feel embarrassed."

As the two of them laughed and played, time passed by quietly without them noticing, leaving behind a warm and harmonious picture of them.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of noise and shouting from the first floor, and people whispered: "Miss Qingyue, Miss Qingyue is still as charming as ever..." The voices were full of admiration and expectation.

Then, a charming and melodious voice flowed through the auction hall like a spring, capturing everyone's attention. She, dressed in a sexy aqua blue dress, was as alluring and charming as the Blue Rose. Her figure was voluptuous, her waist as slender as a water snake, and her red lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of allure.

"Welcome everyone to Jubao Pavilion. Today's auction is about to begin." Her voice was gentle and powerful, like a spring breeze that made people feel happy.

"Since some guests are attending our Jubao Pavilion auction for the first time, I need to explain to you some of the rules of Jubao Pavilion here." She continued, her voice revealing unquestionable authority and solemnity.

The first rule is that you must have known it before entering the pavilion. Here, no matter what grudges you may have had outside, you are not allowed to take action privately in the Jubao Pavilion. Violators will be severely punished!

The second rule is that you are not allowed to leave the venue during the auction, and you are not allowed to interfere with the auction process without authorization!

The third rule is that if you regret buying an item, you will pay with your life; if you are unable to pay, you will also pay with your life!

As Qingyue finished her words, she smiled faintly, revealing an indescribable allure and charm. She parted her red lips, her voice charming and moving, "Alright, those are the three rules. The auction officially begins now."

After that, a group of well-trained waiters walked up to the platform in a neat, orderly fashion. They were dressed in uniform, appearing solemn and professional. The leader held an exquisite tray covered with a white handkerchief, adding a touch of mystery.

Ye Shuyao looked at Luo Yunhan curiously, her eyes flashing with anticipation: "Master, what do you think the first auction item will be?" Her voice revealed her strong interest in the upcoming auction.

Luo Yunhan took a sip of tea, his lips touching the cup lightly, his eyes a carefree and profound expression. He said calmly, "You'll see later. The things that appear at auctions are generally of unknown origin. However, this is indeed a great place to find bargains. As long as you're wealthy, you'll have a chance to find treasures."

Ye Shuyao was slightly startled when she heard Luo Yunhan's words, then nodded in agreement. Her anticipation for the auction grew even stronger.

At this moment, Qingyue's voice rang out again, her words filled with temptation: "Everyone, please look at this beast egg. It comes from the legendary Leizhou Island, a place full of mystery and danger.

However, since its attributes and rank cannot be identified, its starting price is only 5 low-grade spirit stones. Each bid must not be less than 3000 spirit stones. Now, the auction begins!

On the first floor, conversations rose and fell, like a surging tide. One man's voice was particularly loud. He questioned, "Miss Qingyue, there's no aura emanating from this beast egg. Could it be dead?" His voice echoed throughout the auction hall, drawing echoes from those around him.

"Yes, yes, this beast egg looks ordinary. Is it really worth such a high starting price?" The guests around also joined the discussion, their voices intertwined, creating a noisy scene.

However, the second and third floors remained completely silent. Guests either closed their eyes to rest or chatted quietly, making no loud noise. They seemed isolated from the hustle and bustle of the first floor, creating a unique atmosphere.

Qingyue frowned slightly, her voice revealing unquestionable authority. "Please be quiet. Everyone, rest assured. This beast egg is not dead. We at Jubao Pavilion strictly authenticate every auction item to ensure its authenticity and value."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand lightly, and the beast egg on the tray instantly emitted a faint light, as if in response to her words. However, this faint light did not completely dispel the doubts of the monks on the first floor. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with worry and suspicion.

"This breath is so weak, it might be very dangerous..." A monk muttered in a low voice. Although the voice was small, it was loud enough for people around to hear clearly.

His words immediately caused a burst of discussion and "Yes, yes".

In the private room on the third floor, Ye Shuyao's eyes flowed like a clear spring. She looked at Luo Yunhan with a hint of curiosity and asked softly, "Master, what do you think of this egg?"

Luo Yunhan smiled, his eyes revealing his fondness and trust for Ye Shuyao. He shook his head gently, his voice soft but firm: "Yao'er, this is something you need to consider for yourself. Everyone has their own vision and opportunities, and I, your teacher, cannot make decisions for you."

Ye Shuyao's heart stirred after hearing this. She recalled the various novels she'd read in her previous life, in which the protagonists, when encountering such simple things, often discovered their extraordinary qualities. A confident smile curled her lips, her eyes gleaming with determination and anticipation.

"Okay then!" she said softly, with a hint of excitement in her voice, "Since no one has bid, I'll take the egg." Her words were full of decisiveness and confidence, as if she had already foreseen the surprise this egg would bring her.

Just when Qingyue thought the egg was about to be auctioned off due to no one bidding, Ye Shuyao's clear and firm voice came from the private room No. 8 on the third floor: "Sixty thousand low-grade spirit stones, I want this egg."

Qingyue's eyes suddenly lit up, and a satisfied smile played on her lips. She turned to face the crowd, her voice filled with anticipation: "The guest in Box 8 on the third floor has offered low-grade spirit stones. Does anyone want to raise the price?" There was a hint of nervousness in her words, as if she was worried about whether the egg could fetch a higher price.

As her voice fell, her eyes swept expectantly across the private rooms on the second and third floors, searching for potential bidders. The atmosphere in the auction hall grew tense, as if a tiny animal egg could tug at everyone's heartstrings.

Seeing this, everyone on the first floor began to whisper. Although their voices were not loud, they were loud enough for the entire auction hall to hear clearly.

"This girl must be stupid. She actually spent 60,000 spirit stones to buy an unknown spirit beast egg with a weak aura." A voice said with a hint of sarcasm.

"That's right!" someone nearby immediately chimed in. "Looking at this posture, who knows if he's a disciple from some big family or sect. A well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, drought kills, flood kills, this world is truly unfair."

These words were like arrows, entering the box where Ye Shuyao was. However, she seemed not to hear them, just sitting there quietly, her eyes flashing with curiosity.

In a luxurious private room on the second floor, a middle-aged man curled up his lips into a smug smile and announced in a steady voice: "I bid 70,000." This bid was like a ripple, causing waves in the quiet auction hall.

Everyone: "Here comes another fool with lots of money"...

When Qingyue heard the bid, she let out a sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.

A sweet smile appeared on her face again, and her clear voice echoed in the auction hall: "The guest in private room 10 on the second floor has bid spirit stones. Does anyone want to increase the bid?" Her eyes moved between the second and third floors, looking for the next possible bidder.

In Box 8, Luo Yunhan and Ye Shuyao sat on a double chair, the atmosphere warm and harmonious. When Luo Yunhan spoke again, his voice was full of determination and doting: "Yao'er, don't worry, your master is here."

When Ye Shuyao heard these words, she felt an indescribable emotion in her heart. She had never received such deep care and support in her two lifetimes. At this moment, her throat was dry and she could hardly speak. She looked deeply at Luo Yunhan, tears in her eyes, and her voice choked with sobs: "Thank you... Master!"

Seeing this, Luo Yunhan's eyes flashed with a gentle light. He gently reached out and rubbed the top of Ye Shuyao's head, as if comforting a wounded child. Then, he spoke directly, his voice firm and powerful: "One hundred thousand spirit stones."

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