Many Children And Many Blessings, I Am Flourishing In The Immortal Cultivation World

Five days later, there was an auction in Cloud Mountain County.

The spacious auction hall was filled with a large number of Independent Cultivators. This was a great opportunity for them to obtain resources. Many Independent Cultivators who hadn't seen each other for years greeted and chatted with each other. Some of them even conducted private transactions.

After all, this was an auction house, so it was quite safe.

Chen Daoxuan sat in a private room on the second floor, where there was a window that provided a clear view of the people in the auction hall.

"Is Wang Hai among them?"

Chen Daoxuan stood in front of the window and asked the old man beside him, looking down.

"No."

The old man carefully looked around and shook his head. "But a few days ago, I heard from other Fellow Daoists that Wang Hai mentioned multiple times that he would come to the auction in the future."

"I see."

Chen Daoxuan nodded and looked at Murong Ye beside him. "Master, Zhang Fellow Daoist and I will go down and take a look."

"Alright, if you find Wang Hai, don't alert him. There are enough people outside to ambush him."

Murong Ye reminded him.

"Yes."

After saying that, Chen Daoxuan and Zhang Fellow Daoist walked down from the second floor. As soon as they entered the venue, they attracted the attention of many people.

"Fellow Daoist Chen."

"Fellow Daoist Chen."

Many Independent Cultivators came forward to greet them.

However, most people didn't know that this auction house belonged to Chen Daoxuan.

This was deliberately kept secret by Chen Daoxuan.

After all, Chen Daoxuan was a member of a sect and detested demonic cultivators. If the demonic cultivators knew that this auction house belonged to Chen Daoxuan, even if there were treasures, they probably wouldn't come.

After all, this place was completely sealed off, making it too easy to set up an ambush.

"Fellow Daoist Chen's presence here means that there must be good treasures."

One of the Independent Cultivators' eyes lit up.

"That's right, I heard that this auction will have a Sixth Grade spiritual herb, the Black Lotus Flower."

Another Independent Cultivator next to him stroked his beard with a smile.

"Is that true?"

This statement caught the attention of many Independent Cultivators around. "We also came here after hearing the rumors. We thought it was fake, but now that Fellow Daoist Chen has appeared, it must be true."

"This item is a high-grade treasure."

"I was just thinking of refining a Qi Gathering Pill these days. If there's a Black Lotus Flower, I'll have a 90% chance of success."

"With Fellow Daoist Chen here, you can forget about getting your hands on it."

"I'm not here for the Black Lotus Flower, but for other things."

Chen Daoxuan said with a smile.

As they were talking, the door of the auction hall opened again, and about a dozen Independent Cultivators walked in with smiles on their faces, exchanging greetings and pleasantries.

"That's Wang Hai."

Zhang Fellow Daoist stood beside Chen Daoxuan and whispered as he looked directly at the last person.

Chen Daoxuan didn't look at Wang Hai, but instead chatted with the Independent Cultivators in front of him, only using his peripheral vision to observe.

Wang Hai was in his forties, tall, and dressed in a white robe. He held a paper fan and looked like a righteous person.

There was no trace of demonic cultivation.

No wonder no one suspected him.

But the more he appeared innocent, the more suspicious he seemed. Many demonic cultivators disguised themselves to deceive others.

Chen Daoxuan tidied his hair with his hand and crossed his middle finger and index finger of his right hand. This was a signal to inform Murong Ye that Wang Hai had appeared.

"I suppose you must be Fellow Daoist Chen."

Wang Hai separated from the crowd and came to Chen Daoxuan's side, smiling warmly like a gentle spring breeze.

"Who are you?"

Chen Daoxuan pretended not to know.

"I am Wang Hai. I have long heard of Fellow Daoist Chen's name. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation."

"I have heard that Fellow Daoist Chen continuously marries and has children in the mortal world, and each one is as beautiful as a Celestial Immortal. It truly makes others envious."

"When I break through to the Foundation Building Stage, I also want to learn from Fellow Daoist Chen."

Wang Hai's speech and demeanor were extraordinary.

The surrounding Independent Cultivators looked at him with great respect.

Because during this period of time, Wang Hai often provided them with the items they needed, and the prices he sold them for were not expensive.

Many people benefited greatly.

They were deeply grateful.

Chen Daoxuan looked at the expressions of the surrounding Independent Cultivators and couldn't help but feel emotional. Wang Hai indeed had some means.

In just half a month, he had bought the hearts of a large number of people.

In this way, Wang Hai's reputation among the Independent Cultivators would become excellent, and no one would suspect that he was a demonic cultivator.

"Wang Fellow Daoist, are you here to buy or sell?"

One of the Independent Cultivators asked curiously.

"Just here to join in the fun."

Wang Hai lightly waved his paper fan.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as they were talking, a series of knocking sounds rang out. Everyone turned their heads and saw that the auctioneer of the auction house had already stood at the front of the stage at some point, lightly tapping the table with a small wooden hammer. The sound was not loud, but it was deafening.

Everyone hurriedly sat down.

If one could open an auction house, it meant that they had powerful backers. Moreover, in a place like the auction house that contained countless treasures, if one didn't have means, they would have been looted long ago.

These Independent Cultivators also needed to rely on the auction house to obtain the corresponding resources.

How could they dare to disobey?

Chen Daoxuan and Wang Hai sat at the front, with not many Independent Cultivators around them. Most of the Independent Cultivators gathered at the back, and Wang Hai didn't suspect anything.

These Independent Cultivators liked to hide when they cultivated, and when they encountered danger, they would escape first. After all, preserving their lives was the most important.

This habit was the same no matter where they went, even when they went to a restaurant, they always liked to find a corner.

"Welcome everyone to the auction house."

"The first item up for auction is a good treasure of Fifth Grade."

The auctioneer said as he extended his hand, revealing a piece of cloth the size of a palm.

However, this piece of cloth had a special texture, and there were mysterious patterns engraved on it. Faintly, there was a strong aura of formations that could be felt.

"The Heaven-Locking Formation?"

Some knowledgeable Independent Cultivators recognized this item and were greatly shocked.

The Heaven-Locking Formation, as the name implied, could lock the heavens and the earth.

It was an excellent treasure for trapping demonic beasts and enemies, both for attack and self-defense!

Ordinary cultivators who obtained such an item would have long hidden it and wouldn't easily show it to others. Why was it being auctioned now?

"Wang Fellow Daoist."

Chen Daoxuan, at this moment, crossed his legs and turned his head slightly, his bright eyes calmly looking at Wang Hai. "As a demonic cultivator, do you feel any guilt?"

"You!"

Upon hearing these words, Wang Hai was instantly shocked. Reacting quickly, his body instantly turned into black smoke, attempting to escape. However, the auctioneer threw the cloth in his hand, and the Heaven-Locking Formation instantly formed, trapping the black smoke within it!

Wang Hai had no way to escape and could only restore his form once again.

However, at this moment, Wang Hai was extremely terrifying. His originally white robe had turned dark red, and strange red patterns appeared on his body. His eyes were incredibly demonic.

The paper fan in his hand had even turned into a bone fan made of bones, dripping with blood. One could even hear countless tortured souls screaming.