After Wang Chuxiao entered, he chose to sit in a secluded corner.
Listening to the excitement and anticipation coming into his ears from all around, he lowered his gray eyes and remained unusually silent.
Not long after, Xiang Sheng came to Wang Chuxiao's side with "Wen Yi" on his head and got straight to the point:
"Sir, the city lord invites you to enter room number two."
Xitian City is the territory of the Wuji Immortal Sect. The No. 1 Tianzi Room can only belong to the host Wuji Immortal Sect. Piaoxue Palace has never competed for it and is willing to be the last of the three major sects.
The No. 2 Tianzi Room here can only be occupied by the Wanmai Sword Sect.
With just one sentence, Wang Chuxiao knew he was exposed.
He was silent for a moment, then chuckled, "I didn't expect that I would be recognized even though I look like this now."
As he spoke, the aura around him leaked slightly, but he quickly covered it up again.
"Tell your master that I'm here for personal matters and it's not convenient for me to act under the name of the Myriad Veins Sword Sect, so I won't be going upstairs."
"I obey your command."
Xiang Sheng responded respectfully, turned around and left without saying anything else.
On the way back, her brows gradually furrowed.
Wang Chuxiao's breath leaked out just now, and although it was quickly covered up, she could clearly feel that the breath was very erratic, sometimes high and sometimes low.
This is a sign of the sword's unstable heart.
For cultivators, the most important thing is the heart of Tao, while for sword practitioners, the most important thing is the heart of sword.
As the head of a lineage like Wang Chuxiao, who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, his sword heart should be extremely stable. How could this happen?
Was it the events of the Ten Thousand Swords Vein that had devastated him? Or was there another reason?
Unable to figure it out, Xiang Sheng had to temporarily suppress the thought and return to Room No. 4 to tell Wen Zi the real result.
Wen Zizheng had expected Wang Chuxiao's refusal.
He waved his hand and let "Wen Yi" go down, and continued to chat with Hei Jue to pass the time.
Soon, the monks filled the venue downstairs, and there was less than half an hour left before the auction officially began.
The group of white-robed female cultivators from Piaoxue Palace finally stepped into the gate of the stone building under the leadership of Luo Qingyun.
The originally noisy conference hall suddenly became quiet.
Luo Qingyun glanced at the venue indifferently, then quickly looked away, turned around and went upstairs, followed closely by the women behind her.
Only after they disappeared at the stairs did the silent meeting room begin to erupt into more heated discussions.
"Are those the disciples of Piaoxue Palace? They are all so graceful and elegant, like fairies."
"The Piaoxue Palace rarely goes out. This time I came here to join in the fun and get a glimpse of the fairy's true appearance. It's worth the trip."
"I wonder if Piaoxue Palace can forbid its disciples from seeking companions?"
"Hahahaha... that's the fairy from Piaoxue Palace, you can only dream of her, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself!"
"Humph, you dare to make fun of the fairy of Piaoxue Palace in public? I think you are all tired of living!"
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The noise downstairs was blocked out by the soundproofing array at the stairwell, and Luo Qingyun and the others didn't hear a word.
As they went upstairs, they saw Wen Zizhen coming towards them with an aide, clasping his fists and smiling apologetically:
"I was busy setting up the venue and was unable to welcome you. I beg the fairies to forgive me."
Luo Qingyun glanced at the closed door of Room 4, smiled politely, and said:
"City Lord Wen, your words are very sincere. We have been staying in your house for several months. You are very busy, and we have seen it all."
Wen Zizhen could hear the hidden meaning in Luo Qingyun's words, but pretended not to understand. He laughed heartily, "I'm glad Fairy Luo doesn't blame me. The auction is about to begin. Please move to the private room."
Luo Qingyun nodded lightly, "Thank you."
Wen Zizheng personally sent everyone from Piaoxue Palace to Room No. 3 of Tianzi. When he came back, he saw Hei Jue waiting for him at the door.
Seeing Wen Zizhen return, Hei Jue bowed slightly and said, "Lord Wen, the construction of the stone building is complete. I should also return to report to the master. I will not stay any longer."
Wen Zi knew that the other party did not want to meet the people from Wuji Xianzong, so he did not point it out and simply nodded and said:
"I still need to wait for the disciples from the upper sect to arrive, so it's not convenient for me to see you off from afar. Fellow Daoist Hei, take care."
Hei Jue clasped his fists again, turned around and left.
At the same time, in room number three.
As soon as Luo Qingyun and the others sat down, the youngest Tang Yin couldn't help but hum:
"He's such a despicable villain! He actually brought the only daughter of the Yuan family with him and didn't even let us see her. I think he has something to hide!"
"No problem."
Luo Qingyun's expression was calm, not annoyed at all. "He can deal with us perfunctorily because he has the support of the Wuji Immortal Sect behind him. We can't control him."
As he was speaking, another group of people walked in from the door of the conference hall downstairs.
When Luo Qingyun saw this, a smile immediately appeared on her face.
The eyes of many female cultivators from Dongzhou in the room also lit up.
Tang Yin was even more surprised and said, "I saw Senior Brother Jiang!"
There is no doubt about the identity of this group of people. They are the host of this place, the disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect.
Jiang Yi, Wei Lesheng and other old friends from Dongzhou were among them.
Luo Qingyun simply stood up and said, "Let's go. I want to see if Wen Zizhen can still be so perfunctory when facing the disciples of the upper peak's main sect."
When the disciples of Wuji Xianzong entered the venue, the silence in the venue was restored. Even though the disciples of Wuji Xianzong had gone upstairs, no one dared to make any trouble.
This is the home ground of the Wuji Immortal Sect.
At this moment, there are so many spies mixed in the auction venue. Who dares to talk nonsense?
Wen Zizhen was also waiting at the stairs. When he saw the Wuji Xianzong people coming up, he immediately stepped forward, a smile even more flattering than before on his face:
"My humble servant Wen Zizhen, I have met Lu Zhenchuan!"
Lu Mufeng, the leader, looked slightly surprised, "Do you recognize me?"
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