Because he valued his life, Yang Yichen stayed in the library all day long to study formations, and set up defensive formations for himself all the time.
He even asked his third junior brother to make him a magic weapon to protect himself, and his second senior sister to develop a pill to prolong his life.
He even had plenty of talisman paper from his fifth junior brother.
At this time, Yang Yichen casually took out an invitation letter from the cabinet beside him.
"Master, this is the invitation letter the auction house sent a few days ago. In three days, an auction will be held in Youlan City."
After hearing this, the Sect Master nodded slightly and said slowly, "It really does resemble the style of an auction house."
All the sects in the Middle Realm know that whenever the secret realm is about to open, the auction will send invitations to all major sects and hold a private auction that is only for the sects.
At that time, all sects in the Middle Realm, regardless of size, will be invited to participate in the event.
When Guan Muxi heard the three words "auction house", his heart trembled.
She pondered secretly, muttering in her heart: "It's Youlan City! The auction house..."
You should know that this Youlan City was created by the auction house and it does not belong to any sect or force in the Middle Realm.
There, the most famous is undoubtedly the auction house.
Every day and every night, fierce bidding scenes are staged in the auction house, and all kinds of rare items emerge one after another - precious elixirs, powerful magic weapons, priceless spirit stones, magical and mysterious instruments, talisman papers containing endless power, and ferocious and abnormal monsters, etc., all of which have become the objects of competition among people.
Not only that, Youlan City is also extremely lively and prosperous.
Even those monsters that have cultivated to the transformation realm choose to settle and live here.
The auction house, this mysterious and powerful organization, has an influence like a huge net, tightly covering the upper, middle and lower realms.
It is like an unshakable business giant, becoming one of the few top chambers of commerce that can transcend the boundaries of the three realms.
However, what makes people extremely curious and confused is who exactly is the owner of the auction house who controls the entire auction house?
This question is like an unsolvable mystery, troubling the hearts of countless people.
But things in the world are often so wonderful, and there are always some unknown secrets hidden in the dark.
To others, this mysterious Pavilion Master may always be a mystery, but to Guan Muxi, she knows the truth very well.
Back then, when they were still living in that quiet mountain village in the underworld, the gears of fate were quietly turning.
That day, the sun shone on the mountain path, and Guan Muxi set out on the journey of collecting medicinal herbs as usual.
While she was strolling in the mountains and forests, an accident happened - she accidentally met the seriously injured traveler.
At that time, Xingzhu Youyu was seriously injured and evolved into the size of a four or five-year-old child.
Guan Muxi didn't know that the bloody little baby in front of him was actually the owner of a famous auction house in the Three Realms. Faced with such a tragic scene, Guan Muxi felt pity. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he couldn't bear to watch the person in front of him lose his life.
So, she carried the traveler on her back without hesitation, walked back home with difficulty, and took care of him wholeheartedly.
As the days passed and the master gradually recovered, the lower world welcomed a grand martial arts competition.
As if called by some mission, Xingzhu was found by his family at this critical moment and left.
As for the current time period, it is still too early for the two of them to meet.
At this moment, Yang Yichen spoke again, pulling Guan Muxi's wandering thoughts back to reality.
"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, if you want to go to the secret realm, you might want to go to this auction and take a look. You might be able to find something useful!"
Hearing this, Guan Lin couldn't help but feel puzzled, so he asked, "Is there no magic weapon available in the sect?"
After all, in his eyes, a sect of this scale should have a collection of many rare treasures.
Why would we need to go to an auction house?
Yang Yichen smiled slightly and responded softly: "Eighth Junior Brother, it is true that there are a considerable number of magical weapons in the sect, but..." He paused slightly here.
“It’s just that the grades of these magic weapons are all top-notch. With your current level of cultivation, it’s still difficult for you to control them with ease.” Yang Yichen explained earnestly.
"Otherwise, why would your third senior brother personally refine the magic weapon?" he added.
It turns out that the reason why Ye Yang, the third disciple of Tianyi Sect, embarked on the path of learning weapon refining was actually due to something. That's right, he was forced to do it.
Back then, the eldest senior brother Qian Changchang would disappear inexplicably for several days (actually he was lost); and the second senior sister was obsessed with planting all kinds of spiritual herbs and medicines all day long, and knew very little about spiritual practice.
In order to be able to contact his often lost senior brother in time, the young Ye Yang came up with the idea of refining a magical instrument that could transmit messages. This is the magical realm that everyone in the sect now possesses.
Since then, he has plunged into the art of refining weapons, and with his extraordinary talent and unremitting efforts, his skills have become more and more sophisticated.
Over time, he not only successfully refined the coveted communication magic weapon, but also carved out a world of his own in the field of weapon refining.
From then on, almost all the magic weapons needed by the people of Tianyi Sect were carefully crafted by him alone.
After hearing this, Guan Lin muttered quietly, "If there is no such thing, then there is no such thing. What else do you say is that the grade is too high and it cannot be controlled."
After hearing this, Chihiro couldn't help but cough lightly several times, trying to cover up Guan Lin's subtle muttering.
Eighth Junior Brother and Sixth Junior Sister are indeed a family, truly brave warriors who even dare to say that the sect has no magical weapons.
He glanced at the sect leader, but fortunately the sect leader didn't care.
He cleared his throat and said, "If we ask Third Junior Brother to refine a magical instrument suitable for you now, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to catch up with the scheduled time to leave for the secret realm."
The sect leader pouted, thought for a moment, and then said, "It has been a long time since our Tianyi Sect has participated in an auction."
After all, the auction house always sends invitations, so it doesn't seem appropriate to keep refusing.
After saying that, the sect leader began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body. He waved his hand slightly, and a space ring shining with mysterious light instantly appeared in his hand.
That space ring was actually much higher in grade than the one in Guan Lei's hand. It was at least an immortal-grade space ring.
Guan Muxi thought for a moment. Tianyi Sect could easily give its disciples a fairy-grade space ring. It seemed that what Fourth Senior Brother said was true.
The Tianyi Sect is indeed wealthy.
Afterwards, the sect leader placed the ring at the level of his eyes, and at this moment, his gaze happened to meet Yang Yichen's smiling face.
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