Who would want to sleep outdoors when they can live in a room? Otherwise, the portable Dharma House would not have appeared.

Back in the yard, everyone does their own thing, occasionally discussing something together or gossiping for fun.

Within two days, Hongyi got a private room, which was not a bad location.

One box is enough. It is up to the box owner to decide how many people can enter, as long as there is enough space.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the auction. It was said that the duration was uncertain, depending on the situation of the auction.

Sometimes, there would be people who would take out auction items while watching the auction. In the entire Cang Yan Continent, even if there were a quota, how many people would go?

Moreover, during the auction, even if you do not participate in the auction, you can still provide auction items. As long as the quality is good enough, they can be included in the auction.

Therefore, it is uncertain how long this auction will last.

Fortunately, monks are not restricted by sleep, so they can easily persist for ten days or half a month.

Yang Lan'er and others arrived at the auction house of the Rare Treasures Pavilion early in the morning and waited there, avoiding the crowded hours.

Seeing the stage at the front of the fan-shaped auction hall, Yang Lan'er blinked: "This, is it going to use a magic weapon like 3D imaging?"

This feels more advanced than the technology on Earth. People there use three-dimensional stereoscopic images and electronic screens, but that's already weak.

"That's for sure. In fact, many technological products of mankind are not as good as magic weapons. After all, monks have existed for so many years, and their research on life-aiding items is beyond the reach of ordinary people." Yin Zimo sat on the recliner, enjoying it with an indifferent expression. It felt a bit awkward. I don't know if she was comfortable or didn't feel anything.

Yang Lan'er nodded in understanding. The life of a mortal is limited. Even if research is done generation after generation, they are not the same people after all. It is certain that there will be gaps and disconnections in thinking.

Moreover, the life of a cultivator is too long. Even if he has not reached the Nascent Soul stage, it is still long in the eyes of mortals. This means he has plenty of time to waste as he has something to do.

What's more, the bodies of mortals are destined to spend probably one-third of their lives sleeping, but this is not the case for monks. If they really want to learn something, they may be able to persist day and night for a long time.

The box was very big and with only four people sitting in it, it was really spacious.

Yang Lan'er and Qin Muyan naturally sat together and looked through the items that had been confirmed for auction.

At this time, Xiacheng's Pavilion of Rare Treasures had become increasingly lively, with many people entering one after another.

The huge auction hall was packed with people below and the upper half was occupied by boxes, making it quite grand in scale.

Even outside the auction house, there are crowds of people. Even if you can't go in, you can still watch the excitement and someone will pass on first-hand information.

Some people have good things in their hands, but they will only take them out depending on the situation. The popularity of the scene will stimulate the appearance of more treasures.

Yang Lan'er and others knew about this situation early on, so they hid away.

"Hmm? It seems that the Pavilion of Rare Treasures is making a big move this time. It also has this thing?" Qin Muyan was surprised when he saw a certain page.

There were quite a lot of items to be auctioned, so they were divided into several books according to category. The one in Yang Lan'er's hand contained information about spiritual medicines, while the one in Qin Muyan's hand contained information about magic weapons.

Hearing this, Yang Lan'er leaned forward to take a look, her eyes instantly shining brightly: "Isn't this the fragment of the Medicine Emperor Divine Cauldron? You're actually putting it up for auction?"

Qin Muyan was surprised: "You know?"

He originally thought that Yang Lan'er didn't know it, but he didn't expect that she would recognize it at a glance.

In this case, the information in the Pavilion of Rare Treasures is all about unknown spiritual weapons, which are obviously not identified.

Yang Lan'er chuckled: "Do you remember the forest where I taught you the Qin family's skills?"

"Medicine King Forest." Qin Muyan said with a faint smile. Even if he had no memory of that time, he was still moved. How could he forget? "In fact, I got a fragment of the Medicine King Cauldron there. Later, I got another piece from the little RB. I came to the Cangyan Continent and got another piece from the cesspool." Yang Lan'er looked strange for a moment. Sure enough, Qin Muyan's expression froze. It was obvious that he was reluctant to recall that memory.

"The three fragments merged together, but when they encountered the Chaos Fire, they fell into a deep sleep for some reason and have been silent until now." Yang Lan'er sighed, not expecting to encounter one here.

I almost missed this auction. I didn’t care at first, but now I have a goal.

"Asleep? Have you recognized the master?" Qin Muyan was a little surprised. Yang Lan'er actually got three fragments. This was quite lucky.

No wonder Yang Lan'er always liked to go to that street when she was in Little RB. Was she looking for the fragments? But how did she know there were fragments there? "Wait..." Qin Muyan narrowed his eyes: "I remember that you seemed to have been injured in the spirit at that time. Could it be that you just had a soul recognition? You don't want to die."

Yang Lan'er felt Qin Muyan's anger innocently, and her heart was relieved. Why should he remember so clearly something that she had almost forgotten?

"At that time, the fragment of the divine tripod wanted to use me to escape the shackles and forcibly recognize its master. It planned to forcibly remove the recognition state after leaving. With my cultivation at that time, it was a tragedy! Fortunately, the ancestor of the Yang family left a mantra for the soul to recognize its master, so I took a gamble." Yang Lan'er recalled the danger at that time: "Otherwise, with the ability of the divine tripod, if it forcibly removed the recognition state, I would be disabled even if I didn't die."

"..." Qin Muyan was silent, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the person in front of him. So, at that time, she encountered such a danger? "It seems that you are lucky to have encountered the fragment of the Medicine Emperor Divine Cauldron with a main consciousness. So, now we must take a picture of this piece." Qin Muyan felt scared just thinking about it. At least it was in the past. Now, the present is more important.

"So, it is indeed a divine weapon?" Yang Lan'er asked with certainty.

“No, to be precise, it is not a divine weapon. If you can collect the fragments, its name is the Medicine Emperor Holy Cauldron. It is very famous in the God Realm, but everyone knows that the sacred cauldron has been broken into pieces, and no one knows its whereabouts, so it is difficult to collect it intact.” Qin Muyan was filled with emotion. If this thing appeared in the God Realm, it would probably cause a bloody storm.

In this lower world, even identification is lacking and no one can recognize it.

"The Holy Cauldron of Medicine Emperor? Are you sure?" Yang Lan'er's mouth widened. She had read so many novels that some things could be guessed from the names.