However, halfway through his walk, Kunpengzi suddenly turned sideways and walked over to Huang Feiyan, quietly sitting beside her.
Huang Feiyan looked at Kunpengzi's cold expression, her lips moving a few times. Because that seat had a soundproof barrier, she couldn't tell what they were saying.
After hearing Huang Feiyan's words, Kunpengzi turned his face slightly to look in Long Chen's direction, his chiseled cheeks expressionless.
"Long Chen, you have gained another terrifying enemy. This Kunpeng has a terrifying origin. Legend has it that the Peng Emperor has placed all his life's aspirations on him, essentially becoming the successor he has been cultivated.
And you have an irreconcilable deep hatred with the Xuan Beast clan. There will surely be a fierce battle between you. Beitang Rushuang reminded her gravely.
Even Beitang Rushuang was worried about Long Chen. Long Chen really had enemies everywhere, each stronger and more terrifying than the last.
"Fight then, I'm used to it." Long Chen said calmly. This was also why he was reluctant to attend the Ancient and Modern Heroes Gathering. The situation was basically as he had expected.
But avoiding it ultimately won't solve the problem. In the cultivation world, tolerance and change cannot bring peace. In peacetime, patience lasts for a while, and the wind calms; taking a step back opens up the sky.
But in the cultivation world, this saying doesn't apply, because if you take a step back, your enemy will advance further, eventually pushing you into a deadly situation with no chance to turn things around.
Kunpengzi's arrival caused quite a stir, as he was the son of one of the Three Sovereigns, a status and position that commanded awe.
Kunpengzi, the prince, had arrived, and Dan Xianzi, the goddess, had also arrived. The identities of these two were like two towering mountains, pressing down on everyone's hearts.
Only Shi Lingfeng's gaze burned as he stared intently at Kunpengzi. The appearance of Kunpengzi, the true prince, instantly overshadowed his own status.
First, Peng Emperor is recognized as one of the Three Emperors, while Emperor Shi is not. That's because the Evil Emperor refuses to claim the title, so he is reluctantly made emperor. But even if he does, it might be a case of the Stone Clan themselves trying to flatter them.
Second, Kunpengzi is the son of the Peng Emperor, with bloodline passed down through generations, while Shi Lingfeng is merely a member of Empress Shi. Moreover, since the Shi clan is not human, there is no bloodline, which highlights the closeness and distance.
"Kunpengzi, once the Heroes of Ancient and Modern Gathering ends, I want to ask you for a few moves so I can experience the Peng Emperor's ultimate technique." In the end, Shi Lingfeng couldn't hold back and challenged Kunpengzi.
However, facing Kunpengzi, Shi Lingfeng dared not act arrogantly. Even when challenged, he did not utter any inappropriate words.
"I'm always here to accompany you."
Kunpengzi glanced at Shi Lingfeng and coldly replied with four words—simple yet domineering.
As time passed, the number of powerful figures in the hall grew. Long Chen counted—there were actually more than eighty of them.
"Who is this person..."
Suddenly, Ye Lingshan's pupils contracted as she looked toward the entrance of the hall. At some point, a petite and delicate figure had appeared at the entrance.
Her appearance was too strange—silent and invisible, like a ghost, with no trace of emotion on her. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have sensed her presence at all.
She wore a long black cloak, with a hat covering most of her face, revealing only her upturned nose and a small mouth.
Judging by her figure and the face she revealed, she seemed to be only about fourteen or fifteen, not yet fully grown, but her appearance shocked the entire audience.
Everyone present was a master, each possessing astonishing spiritual perception. But with the appearance of that little girl, no one figured out how she had gotten in.
What shocked everyone most was that, behind the little girl's head, just like Dan Xianzi, was also enveloped by a divine ring, with rays of divine light hanging down, enveloping her—sacred and sinister.
Long Chen's heart skipped a beat; almost immediately, he thought of a name—Dongming Jade.
Back then, she ranked third on the Demon Slayer List, and today she actually appeared before him. Moreover, she possessed a sacred aura, proving her identity—a goddess.
"Miss Dongming has finally arrived."
Dongming Yu arrived, Dongfang Yuyang stood up to greet her, and another goddess arrived, making the atmosphere in the hall tense once again.
Even as a supreme ruler of his generation, sweeping across his generation, facing a deity who inherited the legacy, he still felt a mountain of pressure, with a foundation incomparable to his own.
Dongmingyu nodded without saying a word, slowly walking to her seat. The hat on her cloak covered most of her face, making it impossible to see any of her expression.
The wide cloak wrapped around her petite frame, making her look somewhat strange, but all the powerful beings present felt a deep sense of apprehension toward her.
The Blood Slaughter Hall excels at assassination, defeating the strong with the weak. Ordinary disciples can kill strong opponents above their level, but this Goddess of the Blood Slaughter Hall must be even more terrifying. No one wants to provoke such a person.
After Dongming Yu arrived, there were eighty-seven strong figures in the entire arena, but Long Chen did not see Mo Nian's figure.
"Supreme prodigies, thank you all for participating in the third auction. This auction is also our highlight, and I believe it will not disappoint you."
The auction began on time, and the alchemist appraiser took the stage once again, laughing before speaking, his voice echoing through every corner of the hall.
"Whew."
Perhaps knowing the temperaments of the prodigies, he didn't even bother to say the opening remarks. The first treasure appeared directly on the stone platform.
"This is a root of Infinite Eight Bitterness, a relicted immortal from ancient times. It has now completely disappeared, and this one might even be a unique treasure.
The Eight Roots of Suffering in the Infinite contain eight kinds of suffering: birth, aging, illness, death, separation from love, meeting of resentment and hatred, unfulfilled desire, and the burning of the five aggregates. They directly connect to the human heart and serve as the best precious medicine for tempering will, understanding life, and peering into the heavenly Dao through the human path.
It can be said that the Infinite Eight Bitter Roots are priceless treasures, but unfortunately, they have existed for so long that their spiritual energy has almost been exhausted, and only a trace of vitality remains.
This greatly reduces its medicinal efficacy and greatly diminishes the Eight Sufferings realm... The
middle-aged man's face was full of regret as he spoke. Such a treasure was about to disappear, which was truly heartbreaking.
At first, the other experts also had eyes shining brightly. Many had heard of the Infinite Eight Bitter Roots but had never seen them. No matter how precious the heavenly materials or earthly treasures were, once they lost their essential energy, they lost their value.
Everyone guessed that this Infinite Eight Bitter Root was probably auctioned off because someone thought it was too useless, and its practical value was extremely low.
The middle-aged man continued, "Although the value of the Infinite Eight Bitter Roots is already quite low, considering its uniqueness, after repeated research, we decided to use it as the opening auction item."
The so-called difference between talent and lack depends on usefulness or not. I believe many of the prodigies here will be interested in it.
The Eight Bitter Roots of Infinity Root start at thirty Nether Spirit Pearls, with each bid increase no less than five pearls. The auction begins now. When
Long Chen saw the Infinite Eight Bitter Root, his heart raced wildly. This Infinite Eight Bitter Root was an extremely precious herb. It had no grade, but the powder it refined could be blended into many kinds of pills, making it the most precious auxiliary medicine.
Even for eleventh-grade pills, if infused with the powder of the Infinite Eight Bitter Roots, the pill's quality will be improved. The overall medicinal power makes the powder less violent during refining, greatly increasing the chance of forming a pill.
The middle-aged man clearly knew all this, so his face showed regret. This Infinite Eight Bitter Root had too little vitality, almost exhausted, unable to refine the powder. Now, the preserved medicinal power was probably only enough for a strong person to refine it and comprehend the Eight Bitters Realm once, and that realm wouldn't be particularly obvious.
But its value is indeed very high, and most importantly, since it's likely to be a unique piece, people will definitely buy it.
The opening of the auction is extremely important—it shouldn't be too precious, so as not to overshadow the treasures that follow, making it impossible to build a gradual progress. It can't be too mediocre; if the first treasure doesn't attract much interest, the atmosphere will be awkward.
Therefore, the first auction item must be loved by everyone, yet its value is not very high. That's why the Eight Roots of Infinite Suffering were pushed forward.
"Thirty-five Nether Spirit Pearls."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, someone immediately shouted the price.
"Forty Nether Spirit Pearls."
"Fifty Nether Spirit Pearls."
"..."
As everyone raised the bid, the price rose higher and higher, soon reaching the price of seventy-five Nether Spirit Pearls. This guy was born from Huang Feiyan.
After Huang Feiyan offered this price, many people shook their heads. On one hand, they felt the price was a bit high, and on the other, they didn't want to compete with her, because this woman was notorious for being petty, narrow-minded, and prone to holding grudges.
"Eighty Nether Spirit Pearls."
Just as Huang Feiyan thought she could claim the Infinite Eight Bitter Roots, Long Chen spoke up.
This time, Long Chen didn't let Beitang Rushuang take action; the last time she did, it was to take advantage.
But this time was different. Long Chen was an alchemist and knew why Huang Feiyan was buying the Infinite Eight Bitter Roots.
Huang Feiyan's soul power was her weak point, and she had always wanted to make up for this weakness. As a mystical beast, Huang Feiyan had little insight into birth, aging, sickness, and death.
So, although the effect of the Infinite Eight Bitter Roots was already negligible, despite her wealth and resources, she still longed for the elevation and breakthrough of her soul.
Now she had made her stance clear: she was determined to obtain the Root of Infinite Eight Sufferings. If Beitang Rushuang acted, it would mean pushing Beitang Rushuang and Huang Feiyan into opposition, dragging someone who trusted him into the mess. Long Chen absolutely couldn't do that, so he took action himself.
Sure enough, as Long Chen finished calling, Huang Feiyan's face instantly turned frosty. She turned her head, her eyes sharp as blades fixed on Long Chen.
"One hundred Nether Spirit Pearls." Huang Feiyan was furious; she thought Long Chen was deliberately picking a fight with her.
"One hundred and five Nether Spirit Pearls." Long Chen calmly called out the price.
He was determined to obtain the Eight Bitter Roots of Wuji, because he possessed a chaotic space. If he could revive them, it would be a tremendous aid in his pill refining.
"Long Chen, you're asking for death!" Huang Feiyan shouted sharply, her long brows furrowed. An invisible pressure erupted involuntarily, startling all the powerful figures present.