Chapter 122 How about I have him perform one for you right here!

After that, Shen Zhaozhao lost all interest in watching the auction.

It's just that the troublemaker from the top pavilion continues to book the entire venue. Moreover, because of her "heroic sacrifice" in raising prices just now, everyone has realized that the wealth of that god of wealth from the top pavilion is unfathomable, and her actions are completely thoughtless.

As a result, for subsequent auction items, almost no one was willing to risk raising the price.

"A ten-thousand-year-old pure snow lotus, worth three thousand top-grade spirit stones, sold at the top price."

"The secret molting of the Gu King, five thousand high-grade spirit stones, sold at the top price."

"Star Core, eight thousand high-grade spirit stones, top-tier transaction."

...

Several top-tier natural treasures that would normally cause a frenzy among the major sects and require the payment of top-grade spirit stones were now being sold off like a clearance sale, with the mysterious big shot from the top pavilion acquiring them without batting an eye at the starting price.

Tianyan Sect, Medicine King Valley, Ten Thousand Gu Sect... those top sects that were originally the most confident were now completely obedient, their lotus lanterns going out faster than anyone else's, not daring to utter a sound.

Forget it, why bother arguing with a madman who doesn't play by the rules and has so many spirit stones he could kill someone?

Shen Zhaozhao grabbed Pei Lang and slipped out of the private room quietly before the next item was presented.

Originally, she had already quickly prepared seven or eight different ways to ask for an audience with the top leader, and even thought of ways to deal with any difficulties or questions the other party might ask.

As a result, she unexpectedly encountered no obstacles on her way from her Jiazi No. 7 Elegant Pavilion to the supreme Jiuxiao Pavilion.

The Yuntai Alliance cultivators on patrol saw the two of them approaching from afar. Instead of questioning or stopping them, they quickly lowered their heads and respectfully made way for them.

Shen Zhaozhao couldn't help but wonder—what was going on with this Yuntai Alliance?

Why be so polite to unknown individuals trying to get close to VIPs?

But right now, her mind was completely focused on the Nine Revolutions Spirit Devouring Technique, and this small doubt was quickly suppressed.

The main gate at the top of the pavilion, inscribed with intricate formations and shimmering with light, was right before our eyes.

Shen Zhaozhao stopped and took a deep breath, as if she was doing her final mental preparation, before turning to look at Pei Lang, who looked bewildered.

"Pei Lang," Shen Zhaozhao said seriously, "Are you ready?"

Pei Lang: "???"

What should I prepare?

However, before Pei Lang could even glean any useful information from that chaotic mind, Shen Zhaozhao's eyes sharpened, and she decisively lifted her foot—

"Bang!"

She kicked open the expensive-looking main gate, which was reinforced with a protective array, with a single, decisive kick!

The scene inside the top floor came into view, even more luxurious than the lower floors, with a rich spiritual energy. In the very center, a figure dressed in a dark brocade robe with subtle patterns stood with his back to the door. His posture seemed languid, yet he exuded an inexplicable sense of oppressive power that made one's heart tremble.

Shen Zhaozhao didn't give the other party any time to react. Almost at the same time the door was kicked open, she gathered her strength in her dantian and spoke in an extremely cheerful tone, even with the enthusiastic tone of a quack doctor swindling people.

"Fellow Daoist! I was just below and saw you bid a fortune for that blank book without batting an eye! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! You are clearly a discerning person!"

"But there are no words on that heavenly book. Instead of wasting my life trying to decipher it, I'd rather have it given to the destined one!"

"Of course, I won't take your money for nothing. I saw that you spent a fortune to buy the Thousand-Year Yang Flame Root. I suppose you must have some unspeakable reason. But what a coincidence! I happen to have an ancestral secret recipe here, which is specially used to treat the root cause of deficiency. The medicine is mild and works immediately!"

As Shen Zhaozhao spoke, she suddenly shoved Pei Lang, who was completely frozen in place, forward and patted his back repeatedly, saying earnestly, "Did you see him? Just a few days ago, he was so weak he couldn't even stand up! After using my prescription, he was full of energy again!"

"Give me that piece of waste paper, and this secret recipe is yours~ Think about it, you can immediately regain your virility, isn't that a hundred times better than staring blankly at a book without any clues?"

"If you don't believe me, I can have him perform one for you right here!"

Pei Lang finally snapped out of his daze at the outrageous statement, "Perform one on the spot!" His face instantly turned bright red, as if blood might drip from it at any moment. He whirled around—

Shen Zhaozhao!!!

What nonsense are you spouting?!

Performing?!

How can he perform?!

Aaaaaahh ...

Just as Pei Lang was frantically trying to cover Shen Zhaozhao's incessantly chattering mouth, Murong Xiao, who was huddled in the corner, was completely petrified.

His small face turned deathly pale, his pupils dilated, and his mind screamed wildly—

Senior sister, what the hell are you talking about?!

Senior sister, please open your eyes!

Look up and see who's sitting in the upper room!

I don't believe you'll have empty eyes after watching this!

However, in this chaotic moment of utter disarray, where everyone was falling apart in different ways—

"Buzz!"

The Zixiao Sword beside Shen Zhaozhao suddenly emitted an excited buzzing sound, and a pale purple phantom eagerly darted out of its sheath with a "whoosh".

The elegant sword spirit hadn't even fully solidified yet, relying on the instinctive connection stemming from the blood pact, it aimed precisely at the figure radiating endless chill in the main seat, shouting excitedly with a sob in its voice, "Wife—I've finally found you, wife!"

Pei Lang: "?!" What wife?!

Murong Xiao: "?!" There's another expert?!

This shout made Shen Zhaozhao, who was originally hiding behind Pei Lang, feel a jolt in her heart.

etc……

She remembered that Zi Xiao's "wife" wasn't...

No, that can't be...

This thought made Shen Zhaozhao subconsciously feel a little guilty. Although she didn't know why she felt guilty, she just inexplicably felt that what if... what if the person sitting inside really was that lunatic who carried eight hundred scripts every day... and he saw her acting like a scoundrel just now...

Why do I always have this feeling of being caught red-handed while I'm out fooling around?

Shen Zhaozhao's face paled, but her gaze, uncontrollably carrying a hint of tension she herself was unaware of, slowly moved upwards in the direction the sword spirit had lunged—

The first thing that catches the eye is that familiar lotus-patterned jade pendant, which is currently being "harassed" by its own sword spirit.

Next came a dark brocade robe with subtle patterns, and...

A face of unparalleled handsomeness, yet seemingly frozen with eternal ice, with unfathomable eyes coldly staring at her.

Shen Zhaozhao's expression froze instantly, her mind went blank with a "buzz".

Holy crap?!

Xie Linyuan?!

Is that really you?!