Seeking Immortality In The Cultivation World

In a corner of the auction house, the air seemed to be heating up, and Li Yingxue was somewhat unsteady in Lin Xiu's arms.

"My husband~"

Lin Xiu also seemed to be moved, but he glanced at the platform in the middle and silently recited the "Calm Heart Technique" in his mind.

Could there be a Gold Core cultivator below?

With his powerful divine sense, even if "soundproof talismans" and "concealment talismans" were set up, they would be like nothing.

Moreover, if this auction wasn't being secretly monitored by the ancient and modern experts using the "Water Mirror Technique," then he would be damned.

He didn't want to have a live broadcast.

He threw out an intermediate-grade talisman, the "Frost Shield," causing the temperature to drop suddenly and instantly awakening Li Yingxue from her daze.

Seeing Lin Xiu gesturing towards the platform, she blushed and almost wanted to hide in a crack in the ground.

Too embarrassed to face it...

Under the platform.

In an extremely elegant quiet room.

Several exquisite dishes were placed on the table, along with a valuable immortal wine.

Because of the tasks assigned by his sect, Gu Jinqi had to stay here temporarily, but he never felt aggrieved.

Although he set up several powerful defensive formations in the quiet room, he didn't set up any soundproof Law Weapons in order to observe the outside situation.

Of course, the conventional surveillance spell, the Water Mirror Technique, was also not overlooked.

Previously, when Lin Xiu jokingly asked for the method to restrict the flying boat, he found it interesting and went out to cooperate for a while when he was in the mood.

He casually helped this interesting little independent cultivator.

As for whether Lin Xiu would expose his whereabouts...

He wasn't worried at all.

Hiding here was just for peace and quiet. He had seen too many sect wars, and not only were they tasteless, but he might also end up being dragged into it.

Of course, with his special status in the Spirit Nation Sect, those small sects on the border wouldn't dare to trouble him.

After eating and drinking his fill, he casually opened the "Water Mirror Technique" to prepare to see the situation inside the venue.

"Hmm? Why did it become two people? Where did that seductive girl go? Did she leave?"

Gu Jinqi missed the scene where Lin Xiu took away Wen Renqing.

Afterward, everything that happened above was seen by him.

Watching the heat and atmosphere gradually rise, he thought he would see a good show, but it abruptly stopped.

Gu Jinqi blinked his eyes and waved his hand.

The Water Mirror Technique closed.

"These two little guys are quite vigilant, interesting..."

Ping'an Market,

In front of the commercial buildings built by the Steward Hall and the five major sects, countless independent cultivators lined up.

With the impending great war, regardless of whether they were willing or not, they understood that if they didn't choose to join, they would probably have no chance of survival.

Wu Tiance stood at the railing of the Hehuan Tower, his face heavy.

A few days ago, he asked his master to intervene and demand an explanation from the Qianjie Sect for someone using their sect's secret treasure to kill their own child.

Unexpectedly, the old monster named Hua Qianhong from the Qianjie Sect dismissed them with just one sentence.

"I, the Qianjie Sect, do not need to explain to you all. Don't think that I don't know what your son has done!"

Being in the wrong from the start, the old monster from the Endless Pleasure Sect didn't want to have a falling out with the Qianjie Sect over a Foundation Building junior. Moreover, with the impending war, it was not appropriate to make things too unpleasant, so he could only leave with a disgraced face.

He was responsible for recruiting independent cultivators in Ping'an Market.

He thought that with the many beauties in the Endless Pleasure Sect, they would surely surpass the other sects and attract many lustful individuals.

But unexpectedly, until today's sunset, they had only recruited a few thousand people.

It seemed like a lot,

But compared to the tens of thousands of people in the entire market, it was pitiful.

Moreover, the ones they recruited were all elderly people over sixty who felt hopeless in Foundation Building and planned to come in and find women to have children with.

Looking again at the direction of the Steward Hall in the distance, dozens of Independent Cultivators were engaged in a heated discussion, enthusiastically praising the heroic act of Elder Wei in risking injury to rescue a fellow Daoist in the secret realm.

They talked about how grateful they were as the ones being saved, and how well they were treated after joining the Qian Jue Peak as disciples.

"Ha! What a performance!"

Wu Tiance considered himself to have a thick skin when it came to flirting with girls, but he was still decent in other aspects and had a sense of shame.

"Everyone says that Wei Qianqiu is a hypocrite, and it seems to be true!"

Thinking about the promises he had made in front of his master and many fellow disciples, his face grew even darker.

"Damn it, it's not easy even after reaching the Gold Core stage."

On the city wall of the Steward Hall,

Cui Lie was not happy at all about recruiting so many cannon fodders. His face was also dark, and he even had a slight injury.

That day, he went to Qian Qingquan's Xiao Ling Peak to taste wine.

Still worried about the safety of his disciple Lin He, he sent a message to the disciple in charge of miscellaneous affairs to check his life-saving talisman.

Naturally, it was shattered.

Associating the fact that Lin He disappeared together with that female disciple from Qian Qingquan, he immediately concluded that she was the one who harmed him.

He also thought that this person was trying to buy time by drinking with him at this stall, in order to set up a plan to conceal the truth.

So, the kind-hearted person who cared for his disciple slapped him in the face.

Qian Qingquan naturally didn't want to suffer a loss, and the battle between the Gold Core stage cultivators began.

Above Xiao Ling Peak, it was like a fireworks show, attracting countless onlookers and becoming a laughingstock of the Five Great Sects of Da Zhou.

The actions of the two Gold Core disciples made Wei Qianqiu extremely angry when he heard the news. If it weren't for the need for manpower, he really wanted to lock up these two troublemakers for a hundred years.

Thinking of Lin He's usual obedient and filial appearance, Cui Lie felt a sudden pang of heartache.

"Damn it!"

He made up his mind that after this battle, even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would dig out Wen Renqing from it.

In the market, the Independent Cultivators lined up in long queues as if they had resigned themselves to their fate, like walking dead.

Without the strength to fly out of the Thousand Despair Mountains, they could only be slaughtered.

Just as the sky was getting dark, a colorful wave suddenly flickered in the far western horizon, illuminating half of the sky.

At the same time, the communication jade slips of both the Five Great Sects and the high-level members of the Qian Jue Peak were buzzing non-stop.

Cui Lie quickly took out one and his heart sank when he saw it.

The Purple Cloud Sect of the Vermilion Bird Mountain, which was surrounding the Thousand Despair Mountains, suddenly launched an attack without any warning. They were currently engaged in a fierce battle with the first line of defense set up on the outskirts.

Thinking of the dozens of spies that Qian Jue Peak had planted in the main sect, he smashed the parapet in front of him with a palm.

"A bunch of useless people!"

Then he shouted, "Listen up, from now on, the background of the Independent Cultivators who want to join the Qian Jue Peak doesn't need to be recorded anymore. They will be admitted to the sect according to their cultivation level!"

He had to integrate the Independent Cultivators as quickly as possible, so that they wouldn't be scattered like loose sand by the enemy's army.

Other sects that received the news were not slow either.

Similar orders were spreading among the Five Great Sects, and the atmosphere in the four major markets became extremely tense.

...

Under the setting sun,

On the outskirts of the Thousand Despair Mountains, nearly a thousand flying boats intertwined, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Spiritual energy filled the air, and various types of treasures and secret techniques emerged endlessly. Disciples from both sides kept falling in the treacherous mountains and waters.

And dozens of miles away, there were even more countless sails, forming a huge wall composed of black sand and isolating the Thousand Despair Mountains from the plain behind it, like two separate worlds.

On a huge flying boat nearly a hundred zhang long, Chu Xian, dressed in plain Daoist robes, stood at the bow of the boat, watching the small-scale skirmish in the distance, while speculating about the opponent's strength in his heart.

Then, he shook his head and smiled.

"Only a hundred years, and the battle formations and techniques have fallen into such a state of disrepair! Wei Qianqiu, have you gone crazy? I have to destroy the foundation of your family to compete for the position of sect master?"

"Hmph, you think too highly of yourself!"

"A thousand years ago, when the Great Zhou Dynasty was at its peak, all ten major sects were defeated by our master, and it took them three hundred years to recover. Now, you dare to betray us with just five sects that are fighting among themselves?"

"You're overestimating your abilities!"