When they heard the explosion, neither Shushu Luli nor anyone else seemed to care much.

Upon hearing the all-too-familiar "Young Master," the fellow disciples exchanged glances, and at the same time, one person came to mind.

Without any hesitation, Lu Li immediately took control of the flying boat, quickly changed direction, and flew towards the direction from which the explosion came.

Upon seeing this, the golden flying boat following behind did not hesitate and changed direction, rushing off one after the other at high speed.

As they traveled, several more explosions rang out ahead, each one more violent than the last.

In addition to their familiar voices, there were also unfamiliar curses, as well as the sounds of swords clashing and spiritual energy colliding.

Air currents and colorful spiritual energy would occasionally shoot straight into the sky.

Everything was proclaiming to everyone that a fierce struggle was taking place there.

Lu Li's gaze darkened. He slapped several top-grade spirit stones onto the control panel of the flying boat and increased its speed.

As the airship drew closer, the sounds around them became clearer and more chaotic. With their divine senses extended to the maximum, they finally saw the situation ahead clearly.

Just as they had guessed, one of them was none other than their fifth senior brother, Fu Zi'ang.

He looked rather disheveled, his black robes torn in several places and hanging haphazardly on his body, while he brandished a giant sword.

He didn't know if it was because he had been accidentally blown up again, but his originally smooth black hair was now all curled up, like an afro on his head.

Even his face was covered in patches of black and white, as if he had rolled around in the black soil, making him look ridiculous and comical, completely losing his image.

However, his eyes were still incredibly bright, and his mouth was constantly chattering. While wielding his greatsword to swat away anyone who tried to approach, he still managed to find time to curse and swear.

"You bunch of idiots, all you know is how to gang up on the weak. If you're so capable, why don't you fight one-on-one?"

After cursing the people in front of him, he turned around and shouted to those behind him, "Hey, Yunyi, how's your master? He's not really dead, is he?"

Before the person inside could reply, he continued, "It's none of my business if they die. You still have to pay the reward, not a single spirit stone less." He looked like he was obsessed with money.

Perhaps because he was too annoying, someone inside finally responded: "Don't worry, you'll get your share." After saying that, a storage bag flew out.

Fu Ziang quickly took the storage bag, glanced inside, and immediately beamed with joy: "No problem, no problem."

Then, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, he wielded his sword even more skillfully, managing to hold off more than twenty people outside all by himself.

Several of them were even on par with him in terms of cultivation.

Seeing this, Shushu and Luli exchanged a glance, and their hearts, which had been pounding, finally settled down. They were no longer in a hurry to go down.

They were prepared to watch the show quietly for a while, and wait until Fu Ziang couldn't hold on any longer before making their move.

Thinking of this, Lu Li withheld the several top-grade spirit stones that had been previously placed in the control panel, and at the same time reduced the speed of the flying boat from an urgent situation to a leisurely one.

Although the dragons behind him didn't understand why he had slowed down, they adjusted the speed of their flying boat as well when they saw him slow down.

At this point, they were only a short distance away from Fu Ziang's side.

The dragon's flying boat was simply too eye-catching, glittering with golden light, like a walking little sun.

Fu Ziang didn't even look up before he could feel the light.

As someone who had been poisoned countless times by the Lingjun Sect, he didn't even need to channel spiritual energy into his eyes to clearly see the shape of the flying boat.

Especially after seeing the dragon with its claws outstretched, its eyes lit up instantly.

First, he shouted to the back, "Yun Yi, Yun Yi, there's a dragon, there's a dragon! Quickly prepare spirit stones, shiny spirit stones!"

He then shouted in a super loud voice, "Fellow Daoist of the Dragon Clan, please help me in an emergency! The person behind me is the young master of the Cloud Auction House. They just made a fortune from the Phoenix Fruit, and their pockets are bulging. If you save him, he will definitely give you a generous reward."

These words were so blunt and direct that the faces of the group of people opposite him, who had come with the intention of robbing him, all turned black.

They wanted to take advantage of Fu Ziang's distraction to break in, but the thought of the dragon clan behind them made them hesitate.

The dragons are incredibly powerful. Even without their intervention, they might have been able to wear down Fu Ziang and eventually defeat Yun Yan.

However, if the dragons are persuaded by Fu Ziang and join the other side, they might not be a match for them.

Thinking this, the twenty people looked at each other, exchanging glances.

Finally, one of the middle-aged male cultivators stepped forward, looked at Long Yin and Long Yi, who had already excitedly left the flying boat after hearing Fu Ziang's words, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Fellow Daoists Long, this is a feud between my Four Directions Palace and the Cloud Auction House. I urge you two not to interfere."

This is an attempt to steer the matter towards personal grudges and prevent the dragons from intervening.

Long Yi, however, was not buying it and looked directly at Fu Ziang: "Is it really that kid surnamed Yun inside?"

Long Yin added, "Are you really planning to invite us? How?" It was clear they were about to start haggling.

The magical artifact house was not soundproofed, so Yun Yan and Yun Yi behind them naturally heard what the two dragons said.

A moment later, the door opened from the inside, and Yun Yi, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, came out holding a gleaming golden storage ring, tossing it to Long Yin: "This is the deposit."

Long Yin's eyes lit up the moment she saw the golden storage ring. When Yun tossed the storage ring over, she immediately leaped into the air and caught it without hesitation.

After catching it, he probed inside with his divine sense and immediately beamed with joy, looking at Yun Yi as if he were a god of wealth, "We'll take this order."

Turning her head to look at the middle-aged male cultivator who had spoken earlier, her expression immediately changed, turning fierce: "Are you going to get out on your own, or should I help you get out?"

As she spoke, she unleashed an overwhelming aura, which shot directly toward the twenty or so people opposite her.

In an instant, a large portion of the twenty-odd people were knocked down. Among the remaining small group, some managed to stand up with great stamina, while others were not significantly affected.

But regardless of which one it was, their complexions were not good, and the middle-aged man's face was even more ashen.