Farmer Girl Reborn: I Play the Pig and Eat the Tiger in the World of Immortal Cultivation

The golden sword energy gradually dissipated, and the smell of gunpowder in the air also gradually dissipated.

The sound of Mo Xiaodie's gavel seemed to still echo in her ears, announcing the final ownership of the Soul-Devouring Dagger.

Yan Yue's palms were slightly sweaty. She held the license plate tightly in her hand, feeling both excited and nervous.

Twenty and a half million high-grade spirit stones were almost all of her wealth, but she knew that this dagger was extremely important to her.

"Congratulations, Miss Yan, for obtaining the treasure." Mo Xiaodie had a professional smile on her face, but a subtle hint of complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

The intensity of this auction far exceeded her expectations, especially the tit-for-tat between Yan Yue and Long Batian, which made her feel the undercurrent in the world of immortal cultivation.

Long Batian's face turned ashen and he glared at Yan Yue fiercely.

He never thought that he would be defeated by an unknown little girl.

He originally thought that with his financial resources and status, obtaining the Soul-Devouring Dagger was a sure thing.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

At this moment, Yan Yue felt a cold murderous aura locking onto him.

Alarm bells rang in her heart, and she leaned towards Nong Jin calmly.

Nong Jin also noticed something strange. He tightened his grip on the golden sword and looked around vigilantly.

"Next, we will proceed to the auction of the next treasure..." Mo Xiaodie's voice trembled a little, and she seemed to feel the tense atmosphere in the air.

Yan Yue, however, had no intention of paying attention to the following auction.

She knew that the real danger had just begun.

The Shadow Assassins will not give up easily, they will definitely find a way to get the Soul Devouring Dagger back.

She whispered to Nong Jin, "Be careful, someone is watching us."

Nong Jin nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. He quietly circulated his spiritual power, ready to fight at any time.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the crowd and headed straight for Yan Yue.

The black shadow was as fast as lightning. With a flash of cold light in his hand, a sharp dagger pierced Yan Yue's throat.

"Be careful!" Nong Jin shouted, and with a flash of his body, he stood in front of Yan Yue. He swung his golden sword, and a flash of golden light passed by, colliding with the shadow's dagger.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound of metal collision and sparks flew everywhere.

The shadowy figure was knocked back several steps, revealing his true identity. He was a short, ferocious-looking man, the shadow assassin of the underworld supernatural organization.

When the shadow assassin saw the treasure being taken by Yan Yue, he attacked Nong Jin like crazy, trying to snatch the treasure.

Nong Jin displayed the strength of an Immortal Emperor. He cast a powerful spiritual shield to block the shadow assassin's attack, and then counterattacked with a spiritual wave to repel the shadow assassin.

"You..." The Shadow Assassin covered his chest, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary man actually possessed such powerful strength.

When the shadow assassin saw the treasure being bought by Yan Yue, his scarlet eyes stared at the number plate in her hand, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

He roared and attacked Nong Jin like crazy, trying to break through his defense and snatch the treasure.

The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, and every move was fatal, aiming directly at Nong Jin's vital points.

Nong Jin's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Golden light circulated around him, and a powerful spiritual energy wave spread out from him.

He raised his hand casually, and a golden spiritual shield appeared out of thin air, firmly blocking the shadow assassin's attack.

The dagger hit the shield, making a harsh metal friction sound, but it couldn't leave even a crack.

"You don't know your own limitations." Nong Jin snorted coldly and slapped out with his backhand.

A golden spiritual power wave, like a roaring dragon, slammed into the chest of the shadow assassin with overwhelming force.

"Puff--" The shadow assassin spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily into the crowd, causing a burst of exclamations.

He struggled to get up, but found that his meridians had been broken, his spiritual power had dissipated, and he was no longer able to resist.

When the people around saw Nong Jin's powerful strength, they all gasped, their eyes filled with awe and amazement.

They originally thought that Nong Jin was just an ordinary cultivator, but they didn't expect that he was actually a hidden master.

"Oh my God, this, this is the strength of the Immortal Emperor!" someone exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief.

"He's actually an Immortal Emperor! We're actually in the same room with an Immortal Emperor!"

Long Batian's face became even uglier. He didn't expect that he would provoke such a powerful being.

He originally thought that he was strong enough, but he didn't expect that in front of a real strong man, he would be as small as an ant.

He secretly thanked God that he did not continue to provoke, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The atmosphere at the auction instantly became tense. Everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing the powerful Immortal Emperor.

Mo Xiaodie was also stunned. She didn't expect that this auction would attract an Immortal Emperor.

She took a deep breath, tried to stay calm, and continued to preside over the auction.

Yan Yue held the Soul-Devouring Dagger, his heart filled with excitement and joy.

She knew that she was able to successfully take the picture of the treasure this time thanks to Nong Jin's protection.

She looked at Nong Jin, her eyes full of gratitude and admiration.

Nong Jin slowly withdrew his palm, and the golden light dissipated. He seemed to have done something insignificant, and his expression was as calm as water.

He turned to look at Yan Yue, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile.

"Let's go." Nong Jin said softly, then reached out and held Yan Yue's hand.

Yan Yue was slightly stunned, feeling the warmth from the palm, and a sweet feeling surged in her heart.

She nodded gently, letting Nong Jin lead her out of the noisy auction hall...

"Wait," an old voice suddenly sounded, "Sir, please stay." An old man walked over with a cane, staggering, a gleam in his turbid eyes.

It was the appraiser of the auction, Mr. Sun.

He looked at Nong Jin, with a hint of pleading in his tone, "I have a favor to ask..."

Yan Yue's heart was beating like a drum, and excitement surged into her heart like a tide.

She almost subconsciously threw herself into Nong Jin's arms, hugging him tightly, as if she wanted to merge herself into his body.

"We succeeded!" She whispered in his ear, her voice trembling slightly, filled with relief at surviving the disaster and uncontrollable excitement.

Nong Jin tightened his arms and held her deeper into his embrace.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her hair, his low voice carrying a hint of smile, "I told you, don't be afraid, I'm here." He felt the soft body in his arms, smelled the fragrance in her hair, and an indescribable tenderness surged in his heart.

At this moment, the noisy auction hall and the curious eyes around them seemed to be isolated from them.

In their world, there is only each other.

After a long time, Yan Yue raised her head from Nong Jin's arms, with a faint blush on her face, as beautiful as the peach blossoms blooming in spring.

She looked at Nong Jin, her eyes shining like stars.

In this light, there is gratitude, love, and deep dependence.

"Thank you, Nong Jin." She said softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

Nong Jin gently stroked her cheek, his thumb caressing her soft skin, "Silly girl, why are you thanking me?" His eyes were full of pampering and love.

Although immersed in joy, Yan Yue did not forget the potential danger.

She knew that the underworld supernatural organization would not give up easily, and they had to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

"Let's go," she said softly, a hint of urgency in her tone.

Nong Jin nodded, held her hand tightly, and the two walked side by side out of the auction house.

They walked with steady steps and determined eyes, as if nothing could stop them.

The crowd automatically made way for them and watched them leave in awe.

When he reached the door of the auction house, Yan Yue looked back. The noisy auction house was still brightly lit and bustling.

She took a deep breath and prayed silently in her heart, hoping that this crisis would end.

However, fate always seems to like playing tricks on people.

Just as they were about to leave, Mo Xiaodie's clear voice suddenly resounded throughout the auction hall.

"Dear guests, please wait a moment." She wore a professional smile, but her tone was slightly solemn. "According to another special rule of the auction, after bidding on the treasure, it still needs to undergo a final appraisal before you can take it away."

Yan Yue and Nong Jin stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and saw a hint of uneasiness in each other's eyes.

"Identification?" Nong Jin frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Mo Xiaodie nodded, "Yes, this is to ensure the authenticity and integrity of the treasure, and also to protect the rights and interests of all distinguished guests."

Yan Yue's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

She felt that things were not that simple...

"Then let's identify it." Nong Jin said calmly, without any emotion in his tone.

Yan Yue's heart suddenly tightened, and Mo Xiaodie's sweet voice was like a death curse at this moment.

This sudden change completely washed away the joy that had just been felt, and replaced it with a deeper sense of unease.

She calmly held Nong Jin's hand, and the warmth of his palm at her fingertips made her feel a little more at ease.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Nong Jin's brows, but he quickly regained his composure.

He looked at Mo Xiaodie with a half-smile, "Miss Mo, this identification process seems to have no precedent before?"

Mo Xiaodie maintained a perfect smile, but her tone carried a hint of apology, "Your Majesty the Immortal Emperor, this is the latest rule added. In order to protect the interests of all distinguished guests, please understand." She paused and added, "Of course, if it is inconvenient for Your Majesty the Immortal Emperor, we can also..." She didn't finish her words, but the hint was very obvious.

Yan Yue's mind raced. Mo Xiaodie's words had hidden meaning. This so-called appraisal might not be as simple as it seemed.

Could it be that a mafia organization with supernatural powers is manipulating this from behind?

What exactly is their purpose?

Is it to steal the treasure, or is there another purpose?

She quietly used her spiritual power to explore the surroundings, but did not find any abnormal spiritual power fluctuations.

It seems that the other party is hiding very deeply, or they have no intention of taking action here at all.

"Since this is the rule of the auction, we will naturally abide by it." Nong Jin said calmly, as if he was unaware of the trap.

He put his arm around Yan Yue's waist, turned around and walked backstage, his posture calm but with unquestionable majesty.

Yan Yue followed Nong Jin closely, appearing calm on the surface, but her heart was turbulent. She knew that this so-called appraisal might very well be a Hongmen Feast.

Backstage, in an ancient room, an old man with white hair and beard sat upright. He was the chief appraiser of the auction, Mr. Sun.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, carefully wiping the magnifying glass in his hand, and seemed indifferent to everything in the outside world.

Seeing Yan Yue and Nong Jin come in, Old Sun slowly raised his head, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in his turbid eyes.

He forced a smile, "Lord Immortal Emperor, Miss Yan, please take a seat."

Yan Yue looked at Mr. Sun calmly. She keenly noticed that Mr. Sun's tone and expression were a little unnatural, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

His hands were trembling slightly and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. This was definitely not the behavior of an experienced appraiser.

Nong Jin handed the brocade box in his hand to Elder Sun, "Thank you, Elder Sun."

Old Sun took the brocade box, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.

In the brocade box, there lay quietly a bead emitting a soft glow. It was the treasure that Yan Yue and Nong Jin had gone through so much trouble to buy.

Old Sun picked up the beads, brought them close to his eyes and examined them carefully, but his brows furrowed more and more.

Yan Yue's heart was in her throat. She noticed that Mr. Sun's eyes flickered, sometimes nervous, sometimes fearful, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

"Mr. Sun, is there any problem with this treasure?" Yan Yue asked softly, with a hint of temptation in his tone.

Old Sun raised his head and his eyes met Yan Yue's. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

In the end, he just shook his head and whispered, "No, this treasure... is real."

His voice was very low, almost inaudible, but it reached Yan Yue's ears clearly.

Yan Yue suddenly felt a strong sense of unease. She felt that there must be some secret hidden behind this appraisal...

"Since it's true, then..." Nong Jin was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yan Yue.

"Wait a minute," Yan Yue stared into Elder Sun's eyes and spoke slowly, "I still have some questions..."