Myth Card Supplier: Nezha the Third Prince

The phantom of the Purple Silk Immortal Robe was ethereal, yet even so, Duanmu Yang's spear could not advance an inch.

Hearing Jiang Yuan's mockery, Duanmu Yang gritted his teeth, and another purple card appeared in his hand.

Purple light shone, directly landing on the tip of the spear.

But it had no effect whatsoever.

It still couldn't move forward.

Duanmu Yang was burning with anger, like a devoted suitor to an ethereal goddess.

Hoping that his full efforts would move her, but the goddess remained unmoved, not even glancing at him.

"Do you want to die!"

Murong Qingyao drew her sword, placing it directly against Duanmu Yang's neck, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth.

As Murong Qingyao drew her sword, Murong Qingwan also produced her own, ready to strike at any moment.

However, Mu Qianshan merely crossed his arms.

Even if Duanmu Yang was only at the early stage of the seventh realm, Chunshou, he wouldn't be able to harm Jiang Yuan, let alone if he were at the early stage of the eighth realm, Chunhuo.

So Mu Qianshan wasn't panicked at all, and even leisurely chose to watch the show.

Murong Qingwan and Murong Qingyao's strength was actually not bad, having already reached the early stage of the seventh realm, Chunshou.

It just looked like they had only recently broken through.

The quality of the cards in their hands was still only purple, not yet upgraded to red.

"Are you helping an outsider?"

Duanmu Yang tilted his head back slightly, questioning hoarsely.

This question stunned Murong Qingyao, Murong Qingwan, and Mu Qianshan.

Wait, who's the outsider?

"We grew up together, childhood sweethearts, and you're treating me like this for an outsider?"

After Duanmu Yang spoke again, Mu Qianshan finally understood.

His gossipy eyes darted back and forth between Murong Qingyao and Duanmu Yang.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Murong Qingyao cursed angrily, and Murong Qingwan also spoke softly, "So, you're saying I'm also your childhood sweetheart?"

"After all, we also grew up together."

Duanmu Yang was taken aback by Murong Qingwan's words.

Hmm, theoretically, that was indeed the case.

However, compared to the more gentle Murong Qingwan, he preferred the refined and lively Murong Qingyao.

"Stop, this is not the place for you to fight!"

While everyone was stunned, the shopping mall's management also brought the manager.

The manager was also from one of the three major families of Sanjiacheng, so he knew what was happening with just one glance.

"Duanmu Yang, if you want to marry Qingyao, go back and have your brother work harder."

"The other families' talented youths aren't weak either."

"So what!"

Duanmu Yang retorted, "My brother has participated in the Myriad Races Martial Arts Tournament!"

Duanmu De frowned slightly, "Get back!"

"Okay!"

Seeing his clan uncle frown, Duanmu Yang immediately backed down, retracting his spear and carefully dodging Murong Qingyao's sword before turning around and running away.

"Qingyao, it's not that I'm saying this, but you should change your temper, otherwise, no one will indulge you when you marry."

"You don't need to worry about Qingyao's affairs, Uncle, she won't be marrying into your family anyway."

Murong Qingyao retracted her sword, replying softly but firmly, before moving slightly away from Jiang Yuan.

She didn't want Jiang Yuan to be noticed by Duanmu De.

However, Duanmu De had already noticed Jiang Yuan.

He also understood that if it weren't for Jiang Yuan, his nephew wouldn't have attacked Murong Qingyao.

However, Murong Qingyao was actually siding with this guy, he wondered which family this guy was from?

He didn't seem to have seen him in Sanjiacheng?

With a thought, Duanmu De turned to look at Jiang Yuan.

"May I ask, which family is this young master from?"

"I apologize on behalf of my wayward nephew."

"Murong family, Murong Yunhai."

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly.

The other party's appearance clearly showed that he was worried he was a young master from a major family.

Sure enough, Duanmu De's expression froze as soon as Jiang Yuan's name was spoken.

"Qingyao, you should still take care of your temper."

Duanmu De didn't want to continue talking to Jiang Yuan, so he turned to look at Murong Qingyao again.

However, now that the other party had noticed Jiang Yuan, Murong Qingyao wasn't pretending anymore.

She directly grabbed Jiang Yuan's arm, holding it to her chest, looking at Duanmu De provocatively.

Duanmu De's mouth twitched, "I've said all I need to say, you know the power of the first place in the Three Families Tournament."

After saying that, Duanmu De flicked his sleeves and left.

"I'm sorry, I still dragged you into this in the end."

After Duanmu De left, Murong Qingyao said to Jiang Yuan with some embarrassment.

"It's a small problem, even without you, the Three Families Tournament is unavoidable."

"Are you really going to participate in the Three Families Tournament?"

Murong Qingyao looked at Jiang Yuan in surprise, although the smile on Jiang Yuan's face was charming.

However, the Three Families Tournament doesn't restrict strength.

That is to say, with bad luck, even a sixth-realm Shishen early stage could encounter an eighth-realm Chunhuo early stage.

"By the way, I haven't asked what realm your strength is, to be able to block Duanmu Yang's attack so easily."

Murong Qingwan glanced at Murong Qingyao before asking softly.

"Well, I just successfully broke through to the eighth realm, Chunhuo early stage, a few days ago."

Jiang Yuan smiled, and the two women looked at Jiang Yuan with some surprise.

After all, Jiang Yuan was so young and had already successfully broken through to the eighth realm, Chunhuo.

You know, the few Chunhuo early stage experts in the three families are basically twenty-five years old.

They are all contestants who are just barely within the age limit this year.

The other members of the same clan around twenty-two years old, even if they have good talent, are only at the middle stage of the seventh realm, Chunshou.

They don't know when they will be able to break through to the early stage of the eighth realm, Chunhuo.

After all, after the seventh realm, one rank is a bottleneck, it's not a joke.

Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan were considered to have good talent, which is why they successfully broke through to the early stage of the seventh realm, Chunshou, when they were almost twenty-two years old.

Breaking through from the early stage of Chunshou to the early stage of Chunhuo within three years?

Even the two of them have no confidence at all.

After Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan were surprised by Jiang Yuan's strength and talent, they turned to look at Mu Qianshan.

"What about you?"

The two of them thought that Jiang Yuan and Mu Qianshan were about the same age as them, at most in the same realm as them.

They didn't expect Jiang Yuan to be an eighth-realm expert.

And this was from a small place, with unequal cultivation resources compared to them.

Jiang Yuan's strength was already so strong, so what about Mu Qianshan?

"I'm not as good as him."

Mu Qianshan smiled, and Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan both breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, there can only be one freak.

"I'm only at the late stage of the seventh realm, Chunshou."

"Late stage of Chunshou?"

The two who had just relaxed were surprised before exchanging a helpless glance.

"Now I understand why Mr. Lan would take you two as students."

"This talent..."

Murong Qingwan shook her head helplessly, knowing that the two of them were only nominal students of Mr. Lan.

They were not true students at all.

As far as they knew, Mr. Lan had several students.

Wusun Zhongliang of the Wusun family, Fifth Jiao of the Fifth family, and Wenren Fangyan of the Wenren family.

These were all genius students.

Not only were those three from major families, but they were also two years younger than them.

But even so, before the Myriad Races Martial Arts Tournament began, the three of them were already in the same realm as them.

But now that they had successfully broken through, they didn't know if the three of them had broken through.

Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan were somewhat silent.

They originally thought that their talent was already very good.

But there was always someone better.

If Wusun Zhongliang and Wenren Fangyan were because of their major families and more resources.

Then Jiang Yuan and Mu Qianshan made them truly realize what talent was.

"When did you break through?"

"When I woke up this morning."

Facing Jiang Yuan's curious voice transmission, Mu Qianshan smiled and said.

"Nice."

Jiang Yuan gave a thumbs up, and Mu Qianshan smiled.

But soon the two of them couldn't laugh anymore.

After spending a lot of effort to comfort the two somewhat depressed little girls, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sigh."

After coming out of the mall, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

"This is more tiring than running away."

Jiang Yuan shook his head helplessly, while Mu Qianshan suddenly froze.

"When we were running away, did we kill any demons?"

Jiang Yuan was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"If, I mean if, that guy from the Duanmu family who participated in the Myriad Races Martial Arts Tournament, would he have been killed by us in passing when we were running away?"

Mu Qianshan's words stunned Jiang Yuan.

Had he killed a demon in the eighth realm, Chunhuo early stage?

It seemed like he had?

After all, when running away, Nezha and Zhao Gongming were present, and his combat power was at its highest.

Regardless of whether he had successfully broken through to the eighth realm, Chunhuo early stage, at that time.

If he killed an opponent in the Chunhuo early stage, he would have killed them, and he might not even remember them.

"Forget it, we'll see when the time comes."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, "Regardless of whether we killed that guy in passing or not, I definitely have to get first place in this Three Families Tournament!"

"If I get it, is it the same?"

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, Mu Qianshan suddenly smiled and said.

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Just that."

Mu Qianshan spread his hands with a smirk, "Since Nezha and Zhao Gongming aren't here, I also want to test your combat power."

"Sure."

Jiang Yuan also laughed, "Although they all say my combat talent is not good, I'm still one level higher than you."

"Hehe, don't hold a grudge if I accidentally beat you up."

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person!"

Jiang Yuan waved his hand with a smile.

As for whether Nezha and Zhao Gongming hold grudges, he doesn't know.

Anyway, if he really can't beat Mu Qianshan, Nezha and Zhao Gongming will definitely know.

Hehe~

Jiang Yuan smiled, and after eating with Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan, he found a teahouse, drank tea for a while, and then came to the auction house.

"You can tell me what you need, and if you don't have enough money, I can lend it to you first."

Murong Qingyao grabbed Jiang Yuan's arm, a sly look in her eyes.

"Of course, if you can't pay back the money, then you can repay with your body."

"Hehehe~"

"That won't happen, I can definitely pay it back!"

Jiang Yuan said seriously, "I don't like owing people money!"

If he can't pay it back, then he can only sell some cards.

If that doesn't work, he'll act according to plan and loot the treasure houses of the three families.

That should be enough to pay it back!

Murong Qingyao looked at him resentfully, and Murong Qingwan almost couldn't help but laugh.

Whether it was her or Murong Qingyao, they could see that Jiang Yuan was serious.

He wasn't joking with them.

"Aunt~"

After entering the auction house, there were no private rooms, everyone was in a large hall.

But that's also true, Sanjiacheng was built by the three families like an iron bucket.

Basically, everyone knows everyone, so private rooms are not necessary.

Of course, although it's not necessary, they still exist, it's just that they don't need them.

"Yo, you two came too?"

The aunt in Murong Qingyao's words was naturally Murong Qingsi.

Murong Qingsi glanced at Jiang Yuan and Mu Qianshan, with no awkwardness, smiled at the two of them and then continued to look at the stage.

Murong Qingyao and Murong Qingwan brought Jiang Yuan and Mu Qianshan, and sat obediently next to Murong Qingsi.

"Are those two the ones from Luoye City?"

After the few people sat down, the host on the stage was still warming up, and the auction hadn't officially started yet.

A middle-aged man next to Murong Qingsi also curiously inquired about the identities of the two.

The people around also pricked up their ears.

"Yes, after Luoye City was massacred, the two of them were lucky enough to survive."

Murong Qingsi nodded, "If there are no accidents, the two of them should be the last bloodline of the Murong family and Shangguan family of Luoye City."

"Then does our Duanmu family not have any?"

Another middle-aged man asked curiously after hearing this.

"I don't know about that, I only know that the two of them came together."

After Murong Qingsi finished speaking, seeing the thoughtful expressions on the faces of the people around her, she specifically added.

"The two of them are students of Mr. Lan."

"Students of Mr. Lan."

Everyone nodded slightly, and then stopped talking, quietly waiting for the auction to begin.

Mu Qianshan went to send the auction items under the guidance of Murong Qingwan.

Jiang Yuan was with Murong Qingyao, looking at the auction items.

Of course, only ordinary auction items.

Some special auction items and auction items added in the middle are not displayed on this.

"Sure enough, the heavens are letting me choose the Bull Demon King."

Looking at the auction items on the virtual screen in front of him, Jiang Yuan felt a slight sense of感慨 (gan kai - mixed feelings).

Originally, he had planned to choose between Zhu Bajie and the Bull Demon King as the team's tank.

If nothing else, the skills of several card spirits in his team required stalling for time.

In this situation, a tank was very necessary.

This morning, he saw the [Celestial Iron], which could be used to make the Bull Demon King's weapon.

Today he saw…