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In the following days, Wang Yi devoted himself to practicing disguise techniques, which allowed him to transform his appearance into that of an elderly man with white hair, a young person in their late teens, or a middle-aged man in their forties. He could also change his own features, turning a plain person into a fierce-looking individual, or vice versa, making a fierce person appear kind and gentle. His abilities were truly versatile.
Wang Yi, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth, would not disguise himself as an old man or a fierce-looking person; instead, he simply transformed himself into a man around thirty years old.
After three days, Wang Yi left the Kaiyang Sect.
Niu Meng had originally intended to follow Wang Yi to Xiangcheng, but with a breakthrough imminent, he could not afford any delays and decided against it.
In a desolate area with no signs of life, Wang Yi's face suddenly contorted, and a remarkable scene unfolded. He transformed into a man around thirty years old, sporting a bit of stubble and showing signs of weariness. The difference from his previous appearance was striking; anyone who was not among his closest acquaintances would never recognize him.
The distance from Kaiyang Sect to Xiangcheng was over three hundred miles. The Black Dragon Horse could travel a thousand miles in a day, and by evening, Wang Yi arrived at Xiangcheng.
Xiangcheng was the largest city in Xiangzhou Prefecture, standing ten zhang high and stretching for dozens of li. The city was bustling with activity, filled with vehicles and people coming and going. It had numerous shops scattered throughout, offering countless goods that were both familiar and unfamiliar.
Wang Yi checked into an inn.
The next day, Wang Yi learned that the largest merchant association in Xiangzhou Prefecture was the Yunlong Chamber of Commerce. He thought that Zhao Ruixue would likely not recognize him upon seeing him, so he made his way to the Yunlong Chamber of Commerce.
The chamber was adorned luxuriously and uniquely elegant. A glance around revealed various counters filled with martial arts items, weapons, elixirs, and spiritual herbs—everything one could imagine.
An Azure Robed Attendant approached respectfully and said, "May I ask what this esteemed guest requires? I can introduce you to some options."
"I wish to purchase a treasured sword; do you have any available?" Wang Yi replied calmly.
"Esteemed guest, please follow me," the Azure Robed Attendant said respectfully.
With that, he led Wang Yi upstairs to meet with a White-Robed Elder.
“Chief Wang, this gentleman wishes to purchase a precious sword,” Azure Robed Attendant said respectfully.
White-Robed Elder waved his hand, his deep gaze sizing up Wang Yi, and asked, “May I know your name, esteemed guest?”
“I am Wang Meng,” Wang Yi replied softly.
“What kind of precious sword do you require?” White-Robed Elder inquired.
“The higher the quality, the better,” Wang Yi said expressionlessly. This White-Robed Elder showed no signs of Vital Energy fluctuations, clearly not a martial artist, but it was also possible that this old man was an extraordinary expert. But how likely was that?
“Oh, in that case, you may come back tomorrow,” White-Robed Elder said. “Our guild will be holding a large Auction that occurs once every three years, where a ground-level precious sword will be auctioned.”
“Alright.” Wang Yi pondered for a moment; delaying a bit was not an issue.
“The Auction goes to the highest bidder, so I hope you prepare plenty of gold by then,” White-Robed Elder said happily upon hearing Wang Yi's agreement.
“Gold? Can I use Yuan Stone instead?” Wang Yi asked with a frown.
“If you do not have much gold, Yuan Stone is certainly acceptable. However, if you are bidding at our guild's auction, one Low-Grade Spirit Stone can only be exchanged for ninety-eight taels of gold,” White-Robed Elder said with a smile, looking like a fox.
Wang Yi was taken aback for a moment before nodding. He realized he was at a disadvantage but had no other choice. One Low-Grade Spirit Stone could normally be exchanged for one hundred taels of gold, meaning the guild took two taels of gold from each Yuan Stone. While it wasn't much individually, it added up over time to a significant amount.
“Very well, please keep this Gold Card. I hope you will attend on time,” White-Robed Elder said with a smile as he took out a golden card from the counter and handed it to Wang Yi.
“What is this…” Wang Yi asked.
“It seems this is your first time visiting our guild. According to our rules, guests bidding on items worth over one million gold will have access to our specially prepared VIP Room, making it convenient for esteemed guests like yourself to participate in the auction,” White-Robed Elder explained.
Wang Yi's lips curled into a bitter smile. No wonder this old man looked at him with shining eyes; he had clearly taken him for a fat sheep. At the same time, he sighed, realizing that this merchant association was indeed highly profitable. An Earth-Level Divine Weapon was worth at least a million taels of gold, and after purchasing it, the association would have made at least twenty thousand taels of gold in profit, which was still a conservative estimate.
A night passed without incident.
The next day, when Wang Yi returned to Yunlong Chamber of Commerce, it was already bustling with people, all of whom were formidable warriors. Before long, Wang Yi spotted several Yuanjing Warriors.
Wang Yi took out the Gold Card given to him by the White-Robed Elder. The Azure Robed Attendant hurriedly led him to the second floor VIP Room, causing a stir among the crowd as they speculated about which family Wang Yi belonged to; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to possess a VIP card. After all, a million taels of gold was no small sum, and even some prominent families could not afford that.
Inside the VIP Room, Wang Yi sat comfortably in a chair, overlooking the auction scene on the first floor. On a small square tea table lay an ancient bronze incense burner, from which wisps of fragrant smoke wafted gently, refreshing and soothing. A pot of fragrant tea sat nearby, particularly sweet.
Within less than a stick of incense's time, the first floor was already filled with people. Occasionally, other guests holding Gold Cards were led into the VIP Room by the Azure Robed Attendant.
"Chu Yixuan, Zhao Shanyu, Li Gang; they have also arrived." Wang Yi casually glanced down and suddenly saw Chu Yixuan and others entering one after another into the VIP Room.
At that moment, a white figure caught Wang Yi's eye. The young man appeared to be in his twenties, tall and slender, dressed in well-tailored white clothing. His skin was pale, and his handsome face bore an underlying pallor and coldness; his eyes were slightly sunken, indicating excessive indulgence in wine.
"Zhou Yu." Wang Yi's expression darkened instantly. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles cracking; he had nearly lost his life at Zhou Yu's hands.
A long time passed until Zhou Yu's figure disappeared from Wang Yi's sight. Only then did his tightly clenched fists slowly relax.
Strength!
Although he ranked among the stronger peers of his age now, he was utterly insignificant before those true powerhouses. If only he had strength, how could he suffer humiliation and be hunted?
Suddenly reflecting on his situation, Wang Yi realized that he had only been in this world for just over a year. There was so much he needed to do: avenge Uncle's death and find Li Kaishan; fulfill Lin Wanfeng's three-year agreement; settle scores with Su Zhe; and then there was Zhou Yu—if this person saw him again, he would surely harbor murderous intent.
"Am I destined to live my life as a Weakling?" Wang Yi thought bitterly.
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"I want to become strong, so that I can take revenge for Uncle, kill Li Kaishan, eradicate the Su Family, and appear before Zhou Yu with confidence to defeat Lin Wanfeng." Wang Yi thought to himself, "Xuan Luo was right; in the face of absolute strength, everything is an illusion. As long as I become strong, all the power of speech will be in my hands, rather than being at the mercy of others."
"However, now is not the time. I am like fish on a chopping board, I can only endure," Wang Yi suppressed the fervor in his heart and thought resentfully.
"The day I, Wang Yi, become strong will be the day of your demise!"
"Currently, Li Kaishan is nowhere to be found. What I need to do now is strive to reach the Yuan Realm as soon as possible; this way, I can also compete for a high rank in the Jade Bi." Wang Yi thought quietly.
Suddenly, a group of Yellow Robed Disciples came walking in, a total of nine people, all around eighteen or nineteen years old.
Disciples of Wen Cang Sect.
Everyone was taken aback; they did not expect the disciples of the two major overlords of Xiangzhou Prefecture to gather together.
Lu Cong, Lin Haojian, Le Wu, and other former Wen Cang Three Heroes were among them.
The Wen Cang Sect group entered a large VIP Room under the guidance of an Azure Robed Attendant.
"The Yunlong Chamber of Commerce truly deserves its reputation as the largest chamber of commerce in Xiangzhou Prefecture; it has even attracted disciples from both factions. It seems this auction has quite a few good items," Wang Yi murmured.
After a stick of incense.
Block!
Suddenly, a bell rang, and a White-Clad Elder walked out from the Auction House below, smiling as he surveyed the crowd. In a clear voice, he said, "Welcome everyone to my Yunlong Chamber of Commerce. I hope this auction will not disappoint you."
"Chen Lao, aren't we starting yet?" At that moment, an impatient voice came from the VIP Room on the second floor. It was clear that this person knew the White-Clad Elder on stage.
The White-Clad Elder was unfazed and smiled, saying, "Now I announce that the auction has begun."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and attractive young woman stepped out from behind the curtain, holding a bright red herb in her hands. The air instantly became scorching hot, as if flames were burning.
"Fire Spirit Grass." Someone recognized the name of the fiery herb.
"Alas, it’s only eighty years old. If it were a hundred years old, it would be perfect."
"Alright, I don't need to introduce this item further. This is a unique product of the Fire Spirit Mountain Range—Fire Spirit Grass, with an age of eighty years. Although it may not be of much use to Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artists, if obtained by a Transcendence Realm warrior and consumed, it could potentially increase their power by one level," Chen Elder said with a smile, his voice filled with allure that made listeners' hearts race.
"Fire Spirit Grass," Wang Yi murmured. He wasn't particularly interested in the Fire Spirit Grass but was curious about the Fire Spirit Mountain Range. The Fire Spirit Mountain Range is the largest mountain range in the Song Kingdom, stretching over a thousand miles in length and width. The mountains are entirely fiery red, as if flames are burning within them continuously. It is extremely hot there; ordinary people would surely perish from the heat upon entering, leaving only warriors capable of venturing inside.
It is rumored that the Fire Spirit Mountain Range is teeming with monsters, including terrifying Sixth-Level Monsters. There are also trees entirely red in color known as Fire Spirit Trees. The name Fire Spirit Mountain Range comes from these trees; it is said that during the Ancient War of Humans and Demons, the blood of Human Race Experts flowed throughout the mountain range, causing it to turn blood-red and giving rise to the Fire Spirit Trees. However, these are just rumors; no one has ever seen them.
A Sixth-Level Monster is known to be capable of human speech and possesses strength comparable to the Top Ten Powerhouses of the Great Song—such beings are not something ordinary people can encounter. Even if one were to see them, they would likely meet their demise. Furthermore, given how long ago these events occurred and how few people know about ancient matters, why the Fire Spirit Mountain Range is entirely blood-red remains an unsolved mystery.
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