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In the auction house, Ye Hao had set up a formation that allowed our souls to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This energy was stored within a Spirit Storage Orb.
The Spirit Storage Orb mentioned by the vengeful spirit must be this iron ball. Not only could it store spiritual energy, but it also allowed the vengeful spirit to reside inside.
Chen Anlin speculated that the function of this Spirit Storage Orb was similar to that of his air sac, perhaps even better. This was because the Spirit Storage Orb could autonomously absorb spiritual energy from the environment and also store vengeful spirits.
Understanding this, Chen Anlin smiled. With a thought, a powerful surge of Yang energy erupted from him, scattering the vengeful spirit's soul into oblivion. He had no need for these spirits, as Bai Yu Xianzi was sufficient for absorbing spiritual energy.
Tang Tianyue also realized that the Spirit Storage Orb was a valuable item. However, he had just promised Chen Anlin to give it to him, so he felt embarrassed to ask for it back. Besides, even if he wanted it, he likely wouldn't be able to overpower this group.
Chen Anlin glanced at Tang Tianyue's head. After the Spirit Storage Orb fell into his hands, Tang Tianyue's luck visibly diminished, returning to its original state. With that, the issues in this place were resolved.
Chen Anlin had acquired another treasure. Now he had double protection; even if the spiritual energy in his air sac ran out, he still had the Spirit Storage Orb. Moreover, he discovered that the internal space of this Spirit Storage Orb was much larger—about three times that of his air sac. This meant he effectively carried four air sacs with him.
"Young Master Tang, as we part today, I believe I will miss you in the future. After all, talents like you are rare," Chen Anlin expressed with reluctance.
Tang Tianyue nodded earnestly. "My home is at..." He provided an address. "Feel free to visit me sometime; we can discuss poetry together."
Chen Anlin was somewhat speechless; they were really going to talk about poetry? He wasn't quite up for that.
After exchanging a few perfunctory remarks, everyone departed.
Upon returning home, Chen Anlin arranged for Bai Yu Xianzi to enter the Spirit Storage Orb.
A month had passed in the blink of an eye. The clues regarding the Xunxian Sect had come to a complete halt, but Chen Anlin was not in a hurry. With Ye Hao no longer possessing the Spirit Pearl, his strength was likely diminished significantly.
It was time for the monthly search for the Child of Fortune. To his surprise, this time he actually found Ye Hao. He was hiding right in the city, standing at the entrance of an auction house.
Chen Anlin chuckled to himself; he had already arrived earlier. He stepped out and headed toward the auction house.
The auction house, Wanbaotong, was hosting an event today, and Chen Anlin was aware of it as he had received an invitation beforehand. He had intended to attend, but now that Ye Hao was also here, it felt like fate.
In the city center, Wanbaotong occupied a large area, towering several stories high. The entrance was packed with people, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Why can't I get in?" A pale-faced youth argued with the guards.
"I'm sorry, but it's crowded today. You must present an invitation to enter," one guard replied helplessly. He couldn't understand why this guy was still arguing when it was clearly stated at the door that an invitation was required. Onlookers might think he was being bullied.
The one speaking was none other than Ye Hao. He wore a human skin mask to conceal his appearance. At that moment, he felt indignant; it was just an auction. If it weren't for a precious item he wanted to bid on today, he wouldn't have bothered coming here at all.
He believed that the guard was deliberately targeting him. Although he looked somewhat shabby, he had plenty of silver in his pocket. He simply chose to dress modestly for the sake of discretion.
Just then, he spotted someone approaching. It was Chen Anlin!
Suddenly, Ye Hao's heart tightened as he watched nervously. Fortunately, Chen Anlin merely glanced at him before walking straight in.
Chen Anlin pretended not to notice, having discovered that there were thirty points of virtual fortune hovering above Ye Hao's head. This indicated that he would have an opportunity soon! However, the Child of Fortune coming to an auction house was typically there to acquire opportunities. Given this, he wasn't in a hurry to deal with Ye Hao; he wanted to see what he would do next and what kind of opportunity awaited him.
"Hey, why did that person go in without showing an invitation? Are you trying to make things difficult for me?" Ye Hao was fuming as he watched Chen Anlin stroll in without any hindrance, even without a sect's permission.
"Are you brainless? That's Young Master Chen! It's an honor for us merchants that he can come here, do you understand?"
Before Ye Hao could say anything more, a tall and thin man with a scruffy beard grabbed his arm.
"Brother Ye, stop making a fuss. I noticed that everyone else who went in had invitations. We don’t have one, so let’s not make things hard for the guards."
The speaker was Shen Zhangqiu, a young man from a family Ye Hao had recently met during his travels. He had observed Ye Hao's resilience and determination, noting his insightful perspective on various matters. Additionally, there seemed to be a mysterious power about Ye Hao that was quite impressive; thus, Shen Zhangqiu regarded him as a friend.
However, after arriving here, Shen Zhangqiu felt somewhat helpless. Why was Ye Hao making things difficult for a mere gatekeeper?
"There are so many people today; everyone else has invitations. We really don’t have one. The guards are just doing their jobs."
"Brother Shen, that Chen Anlin didn’t show an invitation either! We’re no worse than him; why shouldn’t we be allowed in? They just look down on us! You’re too kind-hearted and honest; it’s easy to get taken advantage of!"
Ye Hao shook his head, completely dismissing Shen Zhangqiu’s words.
"Fine, if being honest is what you want, then let’s leave."
Shen Zhangqiu didn’t want to argue any further.
"Wait."
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