In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Su Yao looked at Qingcheng and the other three and said with a cough, "Don't be afraid, kids. Grandpa is fine."
His eyes signaled them to keep a low profile.
I came here tonight only for Zhu Yan and the fragments of his spiritual consciousness.
The atmosphere was still tense, so she took Liu Yuting's hand and said, "My dear, let's go. The auction will start soon."
"Okay." He glanced at Wen Wushang with cold eyes, and walked away hand in hand with Su Yao.
Qingcheng and Bai Ze both felt a hint of demonic energy coming from the cloaked man. Even though he was wearing a black and gold fang mask, they still vaguely guessed his true identity.
Fu Bao, unaware of the situation, glared at Wen Wushang fiercely, and as he left, he didn't forget to curse, "Pervert!"
The master really sucks men's physique. Even though he has become an inconspicuous old man, there are still perverts thinking about him!
At this moment, the left guardian Shi Sang hurried over. Before he could step forward to teach Fu Bao a lesson, Wen Wushang raised his hand and said, "Don't cause trouble."
"Yes, my lord."
"Where is the fragment of divine consciousness?"
"It has been placed in the final auction."
"Very good." There was a hint of interest in his blue eyes. He wanted to see how Su Yao would get the fragment of spiritual consciousness. Would he spend a fortune or rob it?
In less than ten minutes, the third-level golden elixir and the ancient soul bell were successfully bought away.
At this point, the auctioneer had his assistant demonstrate the black, rusty demon-slaying dagger. He bluntly stated, "Dear guests, this dagger, which is up for auction, is a demon-slaying sword once wielded by Xuantian Zhenren, the founder of Quanqing Temple. Countless demonic spirits have lain under this sword, their resentment deep. However, it has been enshrined in ancient magical formations and forbidden techniques. Now, it serves as a protective device to ward off evil spirits and protect the house. No evil spirits dare approach."
"This sword is called: Zhan Yan, which means to slay Yama and suppress the underworld. It is a divine sword specially forged to slay the evil spirits of hell."
"Starting price: 100 taels of gold."
As soon as he finished speaking, several collectors of magical instruments began bidding, and the price soon rose to five hundred taels of gold.
Someone made a surprise announcement: "One thousand taels of gold."
Su Yao looked at the bidder and was slightly surprised: "Ouyang He."
"Master, Ouyang He was born into a famous family in the capital. His grandfather sent him to Quanqing Temple to practice because he was weak and sickly when he was a child. It is said that the Ouyang family is waiting for him to return and inherit billions of assets." Qingcheng said.
Her eyes looked at that handsome face with a resolute and upright manner, and her expression was as paralyzed as when she first met Ouyang He.
He was wearing a green Taoist robe and had an ancient bun on his head, which was combed meticulously. He carried an old, blackened peach wood sword on his back. His black eyes were like deep pools, and his gaze was fixed on the sword that could kill Yama.
"He really is not short of money. A used demon-slaying sword can be sold for one thousand taels of gold. It can be used to refine so many pills..." Su Yao muttered subconsciously.
Fu Bao's eyes were filled with excitement, and he lowered his voice and said, "Master! Is this the demon-slaying sword you once used?"
"I gave it to Master Quan when I enlightened him back then."
Qingcheng signaled Fubao with his eyes: "Calm down, you are the master's demon servant now after all, don't be so ignorant."
"I just feel a pity...I have never been involved in my master's past." Fubao sighed, feeling very sad.
The extraordinary experiences of the four great divine servants following their master are all legendary stories.
And he... is nothing.
If it weren't for his master's transformation pill, he would be just a pet cat that escaped from the vicious woman Ye Yuanyuan.
I feel ashamed and angry when I think about being filmed with pet videos in various ways all day long!
It's simply his dark history.
Liu Yuting, who was sitting next to Su Yao, felt extremely lonely, thinking of his own years... all those years he had wasted in hard training in Kunlun Mountain.
After experiencing life and death and overcoming tribulations to become an immortal... I thought I could be closer to Su Yao after being freed from the demon list, but I didn't expect such a tragic ending.
He slept for thousands of years in the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain.
He waited for her for thousands of years.
At this moment, even though she was right in front of him, Liu Yuting instinctively held her hand tightly.
Endless fear came over him...almost swallowing him up.
"Ayao, you will never leave me again in this life, promise me."
Su Yao turned to look at him: "Qiqi, what's wrong with you?"
"Promise me!"
Seeing that he looked very serious and depressed, she patted the back of his hand and said, "Don't think too much."
"Promise me!!"
Su Yao: ...
"I have no obligation to coax you." The woman withdrew her hand instantly, and suddenly lost her patience.
She was afraid that Liu Yuting would be too immersed in the role and would have difficulty withdrawing from it later.
There was a broken luster in his eyes, but Su Yao pretended not to see it and shouted expressionlessly: "One thousand and one taels."
Qingcheng: ???
Bai Ze: ???
Fubao: ???
She ignored their shock and looked at Ouyang He.
Sure enough, Ouyang He's eyes changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "One thousand five hundred taels."
Su Yao curled her lips and spread her hands, indicating that she would not scream anymore.
It was just a test to see how much Ouyang He wanted to get the sword back.
After the auctioneer called out three times, he brought down his hammer: "The Sword of Slaying Hell, sold for one thousand five hundred taels, and it belongs to Master He Tianshi."
Not long after, when the four of them jointly lifted the Vermillion Bird statue onto the auction stand, Su Yao closed his eyes and instantly entered the Vermillion Bird statue's sea of consciousness...
"Ayan."
There was an endless glacier in Zhu Yan's sea of consciousness, just like her permanently frozen mind.
Su Yao walked towards a ten-meter-tall Vermillion Bird ice sculpture on the glacier. With a gentle look in his eyes, he said, "Ayan, it's time to wake up. I miss every meal you've ever cooked for me. Come home."
After a while, his eyes suddenly opened, and the Vermillion Bird stone statue on the auction stand instantly shattered into pieces!
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