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There was only one inn in the town, and the three of them had hardly had a proper rest since leaving the sect.

I fell asleep before the sun had even set.

Night falls. The town remains brightly lit, and people emerge from the underground palace constantly, naturally accompanying those engaged in business.

Chen An tiptoed to Tank's side, woke him up, and headed outside.

She planned to sell all the remaining magic cores, except for the ten sixth-tier ones. Since she didn't know how to use magic cores anyway, it would be more worthwhile to exchange them for spirit stones.

Mu Jingtai took it upon himself to protect the two of them. Noticing that Chen An had left, he secretly followed him.

A distance of more than ten miles is easily covered by a tank.

Upon arriving at the underground palace, the ground was filled with stalls. Chen An walked straight to the stall owner from the daytime.

Upon seeing an acquaintance, the stall owner was initially overjoyed, but then deeply saddened.

The good news is that another big order has come in, but the bad news is that I don't have the money to buy it.

Do you still buy beast cores?

The stall owner shook his head: "I want to buy them, but I'm out of money. Right now, I can only buy first and second tier items."

"Then tell me, among these stall owners, who is the richest?"

The stall owner swallowed hard, looked around, and whispered, "Come with me, and I guarantee you'll get a good price."

Fearing something might go wrong, Chen An used his mind-reading ability again and only listened to the following content.

“I usually make 20% of the purchase price. I’ll take her directly to my next buyer. She’ll let me make 10%, which is fine, but wait, there’s no way I can agree to that. How about I ask her for a travel fee? I can sell the goods in the morning when the market price is higher, and I can make more money. Since she’s already letting me make so much money, I might as well just ask for the travel fee.”

He seemed like a decent person, so Chen An didn't listen to the rest. "How about I give you a thousand high-grade spirit stones as a thank you?"

The stall owner was so surprised that it took him a long time to come to his senses. "Okay, it's settled then. A thousand coins. I'm taking you to find my next client. Just say you're my servant. After you pay, I'll give them to you as soon as I leave."

"I know, let's go."

The stall owner's downstream customers were clearly in big business. Chen An took out all the magic cores, and she could only sigh, "These magical beasts have all been killed by cultivators today."

Chen An followed behind without saying a word. After the other party paid, he followed the stall owner out.

As they were about to part, the stall owner suddenly introduced himself excitedly: "My name is Qi Ningxiang. It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

"I'm Chen An. It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Now, don't mention this to anyone else."

After Qi Ningxiang nodded, the two parted ways.

Pressing against the wall, Chen An hurried towards the inn. A sense of foreboding flashed through her mind, and she quickly tried to dodge, but a sword was already at her neck: "Hand over all the money."

That voice... it's so familiar. Chen An pushed the sword away from his neck, turned around and leaned against the wall. "Third Senior Brother? What are you doing! You scared me to death."

Mu Jingtai saw my entire journey here, so I can't fool him this time.

Mu Jingtai, however, was unconvinced and adopted the demeanor of an elder brother: "I'm following you. In the middle of the night, with your cultivation level so low, what if you run into bad guys?"

"You're the only one I've encountered who's trying to rob me," Chen An replied jokingly, still thinking about how to explain what had just happened.

Mu Jingtai glanced at Chen An, pondered for a long time, and said, "I know you've obtained an extraordinary opportunity. Don't be wary of me. I won't harm you."

Since she couldn't hide it anymore, there was no need to make excuses. She had used her mind-reading ability to check on Mu Jingtai more than once, and this third senior brother was indeed reliable.

"I was wrong to judge others by my own petty standards before, and I won't do it again."

"Okay, let's go back."

The two arrived at the inn, but the usually well-behaved Tank went straight to the teahouse next door.

The teahouse had two large characters on the outside that read "Auction." Such places are usually bustling with activity, but today it was unusually quiet.

Chen An knew that tanks could find treasure, but since tanks, which had never shown much interest in such things, were reacting here, the contents inside must be extraordinary.

The two decided to go see today's treasure, so they followed behind the tank.

The tank entered and headed straight for the second basement level.

They had only taken a few steps when they were stopped by a stern-looking waiter. "You can't come in. You can't come in without an invitation."

Mu Jingtai reached out and pinched the waiter's neck like he was pinching a chick: "How can I get an invitation?"

The waiter was frightened by Mu Jingtai, but his greedy nature remained unchanged. Trembling, he held up three fingers: "Thirty high-grade spirit stones."

This isn't some invitation-only policy; it's clearly a fraudster using the guise of service to extort money from customers and pocket the cash.

Just as he was about to beat up the waiter, the person in charge of the underground palace walked over during the day.

She greeted them familiarly, "We meet again, you two. This teahouse is also owned by my brother. What, are you interested in the things inside?"

Mu Jingtai replied with a stern face, "Hmm."

She wasn't annoyed. She turned to Chen An, who seemed easier to talk to, and said, "This treasure is extraordinary. It costs 3,000 high-grade spirit stones to verify your identity. If you want to enter the pavilion, you'll need 100,000."

It is common knowledge in the cultivation world that only those living in the attic can participate in the auction of the final item.

Chen An handed her 100,000 spirit stones and said casually, "Go to the attic."

If the final auction price is less than 100,000, the buyer can ask the seller for a refund. If it's still not enough, the buyer can pay the seller more spirit stones to take the auctioned item.

Upon entering the attic, a dozen or so individual cubicles formed a circle, where a man at the auction was loudly introducing the value of a single elixir.

As soon as the two sat down, a person's divine sense immediately came from the adjacent cubicle. When that person scanned Mu Jingtai, he immediately withdrew his divine sense.

Mu Jingtai didn't bother arguing with this person, but just silently watched the auction house proceed like an assembly line.

Soon, the auction was drawing to a close, and the best treasures were about to be revealed.

A sandalwood box the size of a coffin was carried onto the stage by four burly men. The auction was changed to the teahouse's top courtesan. After the five judges left the stage, she slowly walked to the center of the stage.

With a flick of his wrist, the lid floated to the side, and a pair of dark golden wings flew out from inside.

Tank bumped its head against Chen An's calf, its eyes full of longing. Chen An patted its head, feeling guilty.

Thinking that Fugui's status by his side was undoubtedly high, and that he was eating spirit stones every day, causing his cultivation to rise rapidly, while poor Tank had only recently been given a name, he felt he should do something for Tank.

The auctioneer uttered four large words: "Wings of the Dragon."

Chen An immediately exchanged a glance with Mu Jingtai. Although it was a dragon, it was still the precursor to an ancient divine beast. If Tank wanted it, they could still buy it.

"The starting bid is 50,000 high-grade spirit stones, and each bid must be at least 5,000 higher."

As soon as the auctioneer finished calling out the price, someone in the opposite private room immediately shouted, "Eighty thousand spirit stones, I want it!"

The speaker was Zhu Lu, the eldest son of the Zhu family. His mother, Zhu Ning, was the wealthiest businesswoman in the town.

"I am Xu Shaoyang, 100,000."

The auctioneer looked grim. Why did he have to run into this infamous guy today? It seemed no one would dare to bid higher.

Upon hearing the name, Mu Jingtai's face lit up with excitement, as if he could finally give him a good beating.

"Who is he?" Chen An asked.

Mu Jingtai grinned wickedly: "He was originally a disciple of the Wuliang Sect, but after falling into demonic ways, he was expelled from the sect. Relying on his own strength, he committed countless evil deeds."