Transmigration begins with archery training

Qingfeng Tower is right next to the auction house.

After the auction ended, almost all the cultivators in the entire manor went to Qingfeng Tower one after another, obviously to participate in the bidding and purchase items.

Several female cultivators stood in the hall, inviting the cultivators to take their seats one by one, and then introduced the rules to everyone.

Each of them has a random number. The person whose number is called goes up to the top of the pavilion, pays the spirit stones, takes away the goods they have purchased, and then disappears into the air.

Throughout the entire process, no outsiders will know what you bought.

"Five".

Chen Sanshi looked at the wooden plaque in his hand. The number wasn't too far off, so there was no need to rush.

The transaction was completed quickly; his number was called in the time it takes to drink two cups of tea.

"Please, Senior Number '5,' come upstairs for the transaction."

"..."

Chen Sanshi led Dongfang Jingxing upstairs, one in front of the other.

The secrecy measures are primarily for the monks; if they themselves are willing to trust the other party, they can naturally bring their companions.

The two female cultivators leading the way stopped and gently pushed open the door.

In the wing room.

Young City Lord Jiang Li sat upright on a deer antler chair, with Changsun Miao in purple robes standing beside him, followed by a row of guards from the City Lord's Mansion.

He noticed that the two people who came in looked unfamiliar, so he subtly asked in a telepathic voice, "Zhang Hu, isn't this person from Beiyang Road?"

"Correct."

The monk surnamed Zhang provided an explanation.

There were also some independent cultivators from outside Beiyang Dao participating in this auction, but their numbers were small, about five or six.

"Young City Lord, please rest assured. This person not only purchased a large number of magical artifacts from the Demonic Sect, but also bought many furnaces and cauldrons. His transaction amount was among the highest in the entire auction."

"..."

Jiang Li didn't think much of it, and simply stood up with a smile to greet him: "Fellow Daoist Lin Fan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Young City Lord, you're too kind."

Chen Sanshi said directly, "May I inspect the items I previously purchased?"

"Of course."

Jiang Li smiled approachably, took out several storage bags from his sleeve, and then took out the items that the other party had won according to their numbers.

There are demonic sects and righteous sects, lined up in mid-air, numerous in number, and their combined price is quite high, making it a big business.

He said in a friendly manner, "Fellow Daoist Lin Fan, rest assured, although the auction was set up temporarily, my Jiang family is, after all, the master of Ronghua City, the lord of a city, and we are still trustworthy in doing things."

"I heard that you are a rogue cultivator from the Canghai Dao. I wonder if you would be interested in staying in our Ronghua City as a retainer? Putting aside everything else, you will definitely be needed as a furnace cauldron. With your talent, you will surely become a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage in time."

In the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he was already a local overlord in Beiyang Road.

Chen Sanshi ignored the second half of the sentence and just glanced at the goods: "I am grateful for Young Master Jiang's kindness, but I am just passing through to visit a junior and will be heading to another place. I'm afraid I can't stay long."

"Ok."

Jiang Li was slightly disappointed. He waved his folding fan and put all the items back into his storage bag: "The total amount of items you won is 82,320 low-grade spirit stones. I will only charge you 80,000 as a token of friendship."

"Eighty thousand is no small sum."

Chen Sanshi was short of money, with only a few hundred spirit stones in his hand.

Without any ceremony, he sat down in the main seat and, after observing that the tea was harmless using his "Seeing the Elixir and Knowing the Formula" technique, instructed Xiao Zhu to pour tea and water for him.

"..."

Jiang Li, Changsun Miao, and the guards in the side room were all somewhat confused about what the other meant.

"Eighty thousand spirit stones is indeed an expensive number."

Such a large sum of spirit stones is something that only powerful figures or cultivators who have accumulated wealth over many years can afford.

That's why Jiang Li tried to win them over. He sat down opposite them and said, "But these things wouldn't be priced like this outside."

"Furthermore, let me remind you that the rules of the auction are that the hammer falls and the deal is done. Even if you change your mind, you cannot go back on your word, otherwise you will be breaking the rules."

Chen Sanshi put down his teacup: "How about we do some business?"

"Oh?"

Jiang Li unfolded her folding fan and smiled, "Tell me about it?"

"Ah."

Chen Sanshi looked at the roof beams and listed them off as if they were his own treasures: "The young city lord of the Jiang family auctioned off demonic artifacts and pills, spread cultivation techniques, and sold young boys and girls as cultivation furnaces. He is suspected of colluding with the demonic sect. Any one of these things alone is intolerable to the world, right?"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

The already quiet room became so quiet that even breathing seemed to disappear.

The expressions of everyone in Ronghua City changed drastically.

"Okay."

After a moment, Jiang Li sneered: "I understand, fellow Daoist is threatening me?"

"interesting."

Changsun Miao, who had been silent all along, stood up and sneered, "What's the point of what you're saying, fellow Daoist?"

"Simple."

Chen Sanshi said calmly, "The Jiang family has violated the law and deserves to die. However, I can give you a chance. From now on, you must repent and submit to me. You must also voluntarily hand over Ronghua City and the Jiang family's assets."

"If you do these things, those in your Jiang family who were not involved in this matter can be treated leniently."

"Laws and regulations?"

Jiang Li scrutinized the other party, his expression shifting from disdain to seriousness. He subconsciously stood up and retreated, asking, "The Heavenly Water Law? You're from the Upper Sect?!"

"Do not."

Dongfang Jingxing took over, his sharp voice laced with malice: "It is the law of the Great Han Dynasty, the law of the Heavenly Court!"

"Big man?"

Jiang Li searched his memory for the word, but before he could find the corresponding memory, he saw a river suddenly emerge in the void. The azure water meandered forward and completely blocked his view in an instant.

Before he could react, he felt his head detach from his body and roll backward until he was completely engulfed in darkness.

Chen Sanshi flicked his finger again, and a fireball suddenly burst forth, growing larger and larger like a snowball, engulfing the cultivator surnamed Zhang.

Zhang Hu cast a spell to condense a water-attribute barrier in front of him, but the opponent's realm was overwhelming, and it seemed that thousands of ferocious beasts were surging within the fireball. His barrier did not even last for a moment before it completely melted away, and his entire body turned into a pile of ashes.

Chen Sanshi reached out and took all the storage bags on the young city lord's body, which contained almost everything from the entire auction.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

"Young City Lord!"

"You...you're going to rob me outright?!"

Someone reacted.

"Outright robbery? This is a confiscation!"

Dongfang Jingxing's voice boomed: "You scoundrels spread demonic arts, using the common people as fuel and firewood. You deserve to die ten thousand times over, and your entire families should be executed!"

"Xiao Feng?!"

Looking at the water-elemental true power before him, Changsun Miao suddenly recalled his encounter at Xiaozhu Peak several years ago, and his face contorted into a ferocious expression.