"I call you grandpa." Qingcheng laughed.
Purple eyes swept over Bai Ze, who was already a boy of about eight years old. The corner of his mouth twitched: "Are you Qingcheng's younger brother? You call me grandpa too?"
Bai Ze nodded: "Okay, Grandpa!"
"Then I must be a grandson too!" Fubao was only twelve or thirteen years old.
She shook her head: "Everyone wants to be a turtle grandson..."
"Master, I'm not, I'm a young girl!" Qingcheng smiled shyly.
Su Yao waved his hand: "Let's go, let's get down to business!"
As she stepped out of Ziwei Pavilion, a pair of arms held her right hand, and a kind and dignified old lady smiled slightly: "Old man, I brought you a thermos cup with your favorite milk tea in it."
Su Yao: "...Qiqi?"
"Well, I'm going to the black market to buy some personal belongings. I'll go with you." Liu Yuting leaned his head on Su Yao's right shoulder with the expression of a virtuous old partner.
At this moment, he, the image of a 1.6-meter-tall old lady, is a perfect match for the 1.75-meter-tall old man Su Yao.
"I bumped into it." Qingcheng pressed the corners of his mouth, trying not to appear gossipy.
Fu Bao seemed to be looking for trouble: "Master, Mr. Liu didn't take the Wanhua Pill. If someone with profound Taoism is able to see through his true identity, right?"
"Fubao, do you know what Mr. Liu's true form is?" Bai Ze asked him.
"I don't know." He was only a cat demon who had been around for three hundred years, and he couldn't see through the true form of the big demon.
Qingcheng smiled faintly: "As for your true form, it's not enough for Mr. Liu to fill his teeth."
Without waiting for Su Yao to say anything, Liu Yuting frowned slightly: "Everyone, I don't eat raw meat, and I will never touch pets like cats and dogs."
"I can prove this. Qiqi really doesn't eat raw meat. She has been a vegetarian during her training."
A soft light flashed in his eyes: "Ayao, I am very happy that you still remember my preferences."
"Master, let's go..."
Fubao felt depressed, as if his previous preferences had been divided up in an instant.
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As night falls and fog thickens, the black market auction house is hidden hundreds of feet beneath the underground palace in the south of the city, accessible only through a secret passage covered with talismans.
The auction house looks as majestic as a temple, with carved beams and painted buildings made of black gold, a towering dome, and relief carvings of intertwined dragons and snakes, which seem to come alive under the dim lights.
A faint blue spiritual fire burned on either side of the entrance. The flames were neither tepid nor hot, yet they could dispel evil spirits and bring terror to every entrant. Stepping inside felt like crossing the rift between the mortal world and the otherworldly.
The interior space is extremely spacious. In the center of the circular layout is a glazed display stand with array light patterns appearing on the surface. The items on display are constantly changing: there is a three-level golden elixir that is golden in color and exudes a medicinal fragrance, an ancient soul bell wrapped with heavenly silk, and a black rust-stained demon-slaying dagger with scarlet blood wrapped around it, as if it still carries the resentment of its previous owner.
The seats were raised in steps and were already filled with hundreds of bidders.
Some people wore high-end suits and spiritual rings on their hands. Although they looked like ordinary people, there was a murderous aura between their eyebrows and eyes.
There were also people wearing linen clothes, with wandering eyes, and paper figurines and talismans hidden in their sleeves.
There are also demon cultivators with disheveled hair and bare feet, with blue nails and indifferent expressions.
The casual cultivators and Taoists would occasionally whisper to each other, testing each other's identities.
When Su Yao stepped into the auction hall, he was suddenly hit by a strange force from the side. He staggered and was about to fall.
A dark shadow suddenly came over.
A tall man in a black cloak appeared beside her and put his arm around her waist. His movements were skillful and powerful, as if he had practiced them thousands of times.
His face was hidden under a mask with black and gold fangs, and the only exposed azure eyes were deep and cold, as if hiding endless demonic energy and murderous intent, making people dare not look directly at him.
"Old man, are you okay?" His voice was low and hoarse, but with a slight hook at the end, carrying a hint of evil charm and inexplicable ambiguity.
Su Yao was stunned, countless thoughts flashing through her mind: Flirting with an old man? Is he sick? What kind of habit does he have?!
She raised her eyes and was about to scold him coldly, but suddenly she met those blue eyes that seemed to be smiling, and her heart shuddered.
This guy... is not an ordinary person.
The other person's hand was still around her waist, his knuckles were cold, and his breath lingered.
He said nonchalantly, "Your skin is nice, but it can't hide the breath of your soul."
Su Yao's lips curled slightly, and his tone was cold: "This mask of yours can cover your face, but it can't hide the evil spirit in your body."
The two looked at each other, and the air suddenly turned cold.
At this moment, she confirmed... this person was none other than the Lord of the Demon Realm, Wen Wushang.
And he also saw through her disguise: Su Yao, how are you?
"Let go of my grandpa!"
"Let go of my grandpa!"
"Let go of my grandpa!"
Qingcheng, Bai Ze, and Fubao shouted in unison, and Su Yao'Grandpa' was stared at by everyone around him.
The next second, Wen Wushang was pushed away by Liu Yuting!
The man in the black cloak turned around, a chill in his blue eyes, and he said in a teasing tone: "The 'old lady' of Kunlun Mountain is quite energetic."
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