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Guo Futing waited for a day and a night before finally seeing the old man in black appear.

For some unknown reason, an extremely strong fluctuation of spiritual energy appeared in the room, with spiritual energy from all around surging into it. Guo Futing resisted the urge to rush into the room to protect the Pavilion Master's safety and instead set up a barrier around the room to prevent anyone from becoming suspicious.

The Pavilion Master once told him that if something happened to the Pavilion Master, the jade pendant in Guo Futing's hand would light up, and at that time he would have to appear to help the Pavilion Master no matter what.

However, the jade pendant showed no unusual activity, so Guo Futing dared not make any rash moves.

The old man in black walked out slowly. Guo Futing was about to go to greet him when he saw an unbelievable scene.

The pavilion master, who never showed his face, actually walked out of the room and stood next to the old man in black.

"Your subordinate greets the Pavilion Master." Guo Futing lowered his head, not daring to meet the Pavilion Master's captivating eyes. Those dark eyes were deep and unfathomable. Guo Futing had been doing business in the black market for nearly ten years and considered himself to have seen countless people, but he simply couldn't see through what the Pavilion Master was thinking.

"No need for formalities. From now on, this Lord Xu will be a White-level Hidden Agent in our black market. Guo Futing, you must treat this Lord Xu well." Qin Muyang's voice was deep and authoritative, completely different from before.

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys." Guo Futing replied to Qin Muyang, but his lips trembled uncontrollably.

White-level stealth user! This is a status that is simply unattainable for anyone in the black market. Not only does the black market not take any profits from the sale of treasures by White-level stealth users, but more importantly, White-level stealth users don't need any money to buy treasures in the black market; the black market simply pays for them.

Guo Futing had worked diligently in the black market for nearly ten years, yet he remained a Black-level concealed agent. He had assumed that White-level concealed agents were merely a designation for the Pavilion Master, but it turned out that other White-level concealed agents truly existed. Just what abilities did this Lord Xu possess to earn such high regard and preferential treatment from the Pavilion Master?

"The black market auction will start in half an hour. Guo Futing, prepare the best seats for us," Qin Muyang instructed.

After receiving the order, Guo Futing immediately went to carry it out.

Qin Muyang had to leave early, leaving Xie Wanning to wander around the black market alone.

Xie Wanning only bought, no, she should say she took a few of the herbs she needed, and then she didn't want to shop around anymore.

The black market was a mixed bag, with high-grade and low-grade elixirs and magical artifacts mixed together. Even with her ability to appraise treasures, Xie Wanning felt exhausted after wandering around the black market for a long time.

Xie Wanning wandered around casually, killing time while waiting for the black market auction to begin.

"Top-tier spirit beasts, absolutely unique, only available here!" A dark-skinned man selling spirit beasts shouted, with more than a dozen spirit beasts, mostly cubs, in cages beside him.

Xie Wanning originally wanted to avoid watching. It was common for spirit beasts to be captured by cultivators and auctioned off as commodities. In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak, and the weak, whether human or beast, would be arbitrarily controlled.

"Meow~" The weak meow attracted Xie Wanning's attention.

Her heart skipped a beat, reminding her of that poor little raccoon.

Xie Wanning stopped in her tracks, turned around, and met the gaze of a small, white cat covered in wounds.

The little white cat had bright green eyes, but its body was covered with deep and shallow scars. It lay helplessly in its cage, its eyes lifeless, on the verge of death.

Xie Wanning thought of how the little raccoon cat had been seriously injured by Song Huai'an and the others, and a feeling of pity welled up in her heart.

"Boss, how many spirit stones is this little white cat? I'll take it." Xie Wanning's voice was hoarse as she suppressed her anger.

"You mean this Rank 5 spirit cat? My brothers and I suffered a lot of injuries trying to catch it. Don't underestimate this small cat; its killing power is astonishing. I'll sell it to you for 100 high-grade spirit stones."

The onlookers exclaimed, "Boss, your spirit cat is almost dead, yet you're selling it for such a high price. Who knows if it'll even live to see tomorrow? How can it possibly be worth a hundred high-grade spirit stones?"

Someone advised Xie Wanning: "Grandma, this cat looks hopeless. Why don't you buy other spirit beasts instead of giving money to this heartless boss?"

The shopkeeper was not happy. He shook the cage containing the little white cat and said, "Look, this cat can still live. If you raise it well, it can be a good spiritual pet."

The little white kitten was jostled around, and the scabbed wounds on its body began to bleed.

Xie Wanning stepped forward, pressed down on the shopkeeper's hand, and whispered, "I want this cat."

The shop owner realized that the old man in front of him could hold him down with one hand, making him unable to move, which made the shop owner a little panicked.

Xie Wanning took out a white token, which silenced everyone around her.

Could the old man in front of me be the only white-level concealed person in the black market? If so, he must have a deep relationship with the leader of the black market. If I offend him, I might be kicked out of the black market.

The people around quickly dispersed, leaving only the boss and Xie Wanning.

The boss could feel a heavy pressure, and the other person's hand was gripping his hand tightly, causing him unbearable pain.

"Sir, I shouldn't have asked for such an exorbitant price. Please spare me." The shopkeeper was sweating profusely and pleaded incessantly, fearing that the old man in front of him might kill him if he was displeased. Murder and robbery were commonplace in the black market, and life was worthless there.

Xie Wanning let go, and only then did the boss feel like he could breathe again.

"Sir, this spirit cat is yours. I... I dare not accept it." The shopkeeper was so frightened by the intimidating presence that he could barely speak, hoping only that the old man in front of him would calm down.

Xie Wanning loosened her fist. She didn't understand why she was so angry. She couldn't stand seeing others mistreat spirit beasts. Whether it was Song Huai'an and the boss in front of her, it all made her blood boil.

"Good that you understand. If I ever see you abusing spirit beasts again, I'll break both your legs." The old man's voice was somewhat suppressed, carrying a deep threat.

"Yes." The boss bowed his head, took the spirit cat out of the cage, and handed it to Xie Wanning.

Xie Wanning took the spirit cat, carefully held it in her arms, and fed it a sixth-grade recovery pill, but the little white cat wouldn't eat it.

With a sigh, he took out a seventh-grade healing herb from his storage bag, and the little white cat began to eat it.

Xie Wanning gently stroked the little white cat's head. Seeing that the little white cat was drowsy, she put it into her spatial ring.

The black market auction was about to begin, so Xie Wanning had to quicken her pace and head towards the innermost part of the black market.

Along the way, people came and went, all wearing black masks, their faces obscured.

Xie Wanning didn't care about anything else and quickened her pace, but unexpectedly, she bumped into someone.

The man was eight feet tall and exuded a strong sense of oppression. However, what Xie Wan Ning was most concerned about was the strong medicinal fragrance emanating from him.

"Are you alright?" The other person helped Xie Wanning up.

Xie Wanning lightly brushed the dust off her robes and waved her hand, "It's alright."

"Sorry, I bumped into you just now." The man in black's voice was low and tinged with a hint of shame.

"I walked too fast. I have something to do, so I'll be going now." Xie Wanning quickly moved past the man in black and headed towards the auction house.

However, after walking a few steps, Xie Wanning couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The man in black was well-mannered and spoke politely; it was clear at a glance that he was a disciple of a sect.

I never expected to find disciples of righteous sects in the black market. You should know that all righteous sects strictly prohibit their disciples from entering the black market. After all, in the eyes of the sects, the black market is a chaotic place of rebellion and treason.

Who could he or she be? And which sect's disciple are they?

Before she could come up with a solution, Xie Wanning had already arrived at the entrance of the auction house, handed over the token, and went inside.

However, she did not notice that the man in black who had been going in the opposite direction from her had also entered the auction house.

The black market auction is about to begin.