Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

Those who could sit on the third floor were either powerful cultivators or nobles with a large retinue of followers.

"Look over there!"

Ling Xiao suddenly lowered his voice and pointed to a group of people sitting down in the center of the third floor.

"Those are people from the Xuantian Sect!"

Gu Sheng's pupils contracted slightly. In the center of the third floor, a group of cultivators dressed in white robes with gold trim were slowly entering and taking their seats. The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold face and a long sword hanging at his waist.

Wherever they went, the surrounding cultivators bowed their heads in respect.

Outside Tianyun Pavilion in Luoyun City.

Qin Shao kicked aside the beggar blocking his way, his silk robe gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Behind him were seven or eight sycophantic lackeys, but the most eye-catching was the towering man who always lagged half a step behind, exuding an icy aura—Tie San.

"Young Master Qin, please walk slowly and watch your step."

One of the underlings hunched over, looking like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Qin Shao snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd queuing in front of Tianyun Pavilion, a disdainful smile curving his lips.

"A bunch of bumpkins, do you think you're worthy to compete with me?"

His voice was loud, and the faces of several wealthy merchants in the front row immediately turned ugly, but they quickly lowered their heads after recognizing the person. In Luoyun City, no one dared to offend the only son of the city lord.

"Make way! Young Master Qin has arrived, all of you get out of the way!"

The henchmen, acting like bullies, shouted orders and roughly pushed aside anyone blocking their way.

Tie San followed silently behind, his hawk-like eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, his right hand always resting on the black dagger at his waist. Anyone whose gaze swept over him couldn't help but shiver.

The manager of Tianyun Pavilion had already come out to greet them, his fat face beaming with smiles.

"Young Master Qin's presence is truly an honor to our humble establishment! Your seat has been prepared, right in the first row!"

Qin Shao was arrogant and didn't even give the person in charge a second glance.

"I heard there are some good items at this auction?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the grand finale this time is a fifth-grade elixir and a sword that is said to come from ancient ruins."

The steward rubbed his hands together, following closely behind Young Master Qin.

The group entered the main hall of Tianyun Pavilion in a grand procession. The hall was luxuriously decorated, with luminous pearls inlaid on the walls.

The hundreds of seats are arranged in a fan shape, with the more prestigious the seats, the further forward you go.

Qin Shao swaggered toward the first row, but when he saw the young men in the middle wearing robes with purple patterns, his steps faltered almost imperceptibly.

"People from the Purple Cloud Holy Land?"

He lowered his voice and asked the manager.

The steward's forehead was beaded with sweat.

"They are core disciples of the Purple Cloud Holy Land, and they just arrived this morning."

A hint of fear flashed in Qin Shao's eyes, but he quickly regained his arrogant demeanor.

"Hmph, just a few greenhorns."

Even so, his voice was noticeably softer.

"Young Master Qin will definitely become a core disciple of the Purple Cloud Holy Land in the future!"

One of the underlings promptly flattered him.

"That's natural."

Qin Shao arrogantly raised his chin.

“My dad said he’ll send me to participate in the selection next year.”

Tie San stood behind Qin Shao, but his eyes remained fixed on the group from Zixia Holy Land.

His right thumb unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the knife.

Triathlon.

Qin Shao suddenly turned around.

"Do you think Gu Sheng will attend this auction?"

Tie San withdrew his gaze, his voice hoarse.

"Uncertain. But according to intelligence, he has indeed been active in the city recently."

Qin Shao said angrily.

"That ignorant fool dares to defy the law."

We must catch him this time!

"Don't worry, Young Master Qin."

"Ironman said calmly."

"As long as he dares to show his face, he won't be able to escape."

Young Master Qin nodded in satisfaction, then gave instructions to his underlings.

"You guys, go around the venue and see if there are any suspicious people. Remember, don't alert the people from Zixia Holy Land."

The underlings obeyed and left, leaving only Tie San standing closely behind Qin Shao.

As the hour of Si (9-11 AM) approached, the Tianyun Pavilion was bustling with noise.

Gu Sheng sat on the fifth floor, near the edge, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of the chair.

The chair was made of some kind of spiritual wood, and sitting on it could bring peace of mind, but at this moment it did nothing to calm the restlessness in his heart.

"This lousy place doesn't even have a proper seat!"

Ling Xiao plopped down next to Gu Sheng, almost pressing down on the arm of a female cultivator next to him, which made her glare angrily.

He didn't care at all, and just tugged at his collar in annoyance.

Why should we have to squeeze into this godforsaken fifth floor?

Gu Sheng glanced around. Just as Ling Xiao had said, the entire fifth floor was incredibly crowded, with many people even sharing a seat.

Looking down, although there were also many people on the third and fourth floors, it was much more spacious, especially in the front row of the third floor, where those richly dressed cultivators could even leisurely cross their legs.

"Keep your voice down."

Gu Sheng lowered his voice.

"I just inquired and found out that seating arrangements at Tianyun Pavilion depend not only on the value of the treasures but also on cultivation level and status."

Ling Xiao chuckled.

"That bunch of trash? I saw them just now. There was a fat guy on the third floor, carrying a broken sword of low-grade Xuan level, and he was just sitting there swaggering around!"

Upon hearing this, a kind-looking old man stroked his white beard and smiled.

"Young man, you may not know this, but that is a direct descendant of the Liu family in Qingfeng City. Although the Liu family is not a top-tier family, they are still quite influential in this area."

Ling Xiao wanted to argue, but Gu Sheng grabbed his wrist with such force that Ling Xiao frowned.

"Don't forget our current situation."

Gu Sheng leaned close to his ear and whispered very softly.

"The city lord's son is still in our hands."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Lingxiao's head.

He pursed his lips and finally quieted down, but his eyes still lingered on the more comfortable seats below.

Gu Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his gaze involuntarily fell on a young man in a brocade robe in the front row of the third floor.

The man was leaning lazily back in his chair, surrounded by several obsequious attendants; he was clearly a young master from a prominent family.

"Who is that?"

Gu Sheng asked the old man.

The old man followed his gaze and his expression changed slightly.

"Young Master Qin, the young master of the Qin family. The Qin family is one of the top cultivation families within a thousand miles, and it is said that there is a Nascent Soul ancestor in the family."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"This young master has a bad temper; you'd better not provoke him."

Gu Sheng nodded, but a strange feeling rose in his heart.

He felt like he'd heard Qin Shao's voice somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

Just then, a man dressed in white with a refined appearance slowly walked out from the auction stage in the center of Tianyun Pavilion.

The moment he appeared, the entire Tianyun Pavilion fell silent.

"Thank you all for visiting Tianyun Pavilion."

The man in white's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner.

"Today's auction is now beginning."

The audience erupted in cheers and applause.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but get excited too, craning his neck to look down at the audience.

"The first item up for auction—"

The man in the white shirt smiled slightly and gestured. A woman in a black dress gracefully walked onto the stage, carrying an exquisite sandalwood box.

The woman walked to the center of the stage and slowly opened the box amidst countless expectant gazes.

"boom!"

A beam of azure light shot into the sky, instantly illuminating most of the Tianyun Pavilion.

At the same time, a rich fragrance of elixir filled the air, and Gu Sheng felt his spiritual energy circulation speed suddenly increase, as if a warm current was surging through his meridians.

"Is he about to break through?"

A cultivator nearby exclaimed in surprise and quickly sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

The man in white looked at the crowd's reaction with satisfaction and spoke loudly.

"One Grade 4 Breakthrough Pill can help a Golden Core cultivator break through the shackles of a minor realm, and a Foundation Establishment cultivator has an 80% chance of directly forming their Core! Starting bid: ten Grade 4 Spirit Pills, or treasures of equivalent value." As soon as he finished speaking, someone on the third floor shouted.

"Fifteen!"

"Twenty!"

On the second floor, a masked female cultivator was not to be outdone.

Ling Xiao was thrilled, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

"Gu Sheng, should we..."

"No."

Gu Sheng interrupted him decisively.

"The elixir we brought is for buying that thing, let's not cause any trouble."

Ling Xiao pursed his lips, but didn't insist any further, though his eyes remained fixed on the pill that emitted an alluring light.

"A mid-grade Xuan-level spirit sword!"

On the fourth floor, a burly man suddenly stood up and roared.

The man in white nodded slightly, and an invisible force seemed to sweep over the spirit sword from behind the auction stage. A moment later, he announced.

"Upon appraisal, this sword is valued at the equivalent of fifty fourth-grade spirit pills. Is there anything more valuable?"

Sixty!

In the main hall, a monk wearing a bronze mask suddenly stood up, his voice filled with a resolute determination.

The auction house fell silent for a brief moment.

Sixty-five!

A hoarse voice came from the second-floor private room.

The bronze-masked monk slumped down, his fists clenched but he was helpless.

"make a deal!"

Chu Qianxuan made the final decision.

"Congratulations to this fellow cultivator for obtaining the Breakthrough Pill!"

Gu Sheng's lips curled up slightly.

"It seems someone urgently needs a breakthrough."

Ling Xiao yawned.

"Boring, this kind of pill is in our possession."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence and glanced around warily.

"I believe the next item will be a real eye-opener for you all."

Chu Qianxuan took a long, crimson sword from the servant. The moment the sword was drawn, the temperature in the entire auction house suddenly rose.

"【Spirit Rhinoceros Breaking Illusion Blade】, a top-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapon, fire attribute, starting bid is thirty-five fourth-grade spirit pills, only spirit pills are accepted for bidding!"

Chu Qianxuan casually waved his hand, and a crimson blade of energy swept out, creating ripples on the specially made protective shield. A chorus of gasps of amazement immediately rose from the audience.

Forty!

Forty-five!

"Fifty!"

Prices soared rapidly, but Ling Xiao had already started counting the luminous pearls on the ceiling out of boredom.

Sixty!

A cultivator engulfed in flames shouted, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"What's so interesting about this broken knife?"

Ling Xiao pursed his lips.

"Not even at the Earth Rank."

Gu Sheng chuckled.

"Not everyone is as used to good things as we are."

"You two young friends don't seem interested in these treasures?"

A gentle voice came from behind.

The two turned around and saw an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face smiling at them. The old man was dressed in a simple gray robe, with a jade gourd hanging at his waist. His aura was restrained, yet he gave people a feeling of unfathomable depth.

"Senior is laughing."

Gu Sheng bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"These items are not very useful to us."

The old man stroked his long, snow-white beard.

"The auction has just begun; the best items are yet to come. I've come here to find a treasure that can prolong my life."

Ling Xiao's eyes lit up.

"Senior needs to prolong your life? With your cultivation level..."

The old man waved his hand, his eyes filled with sadness.

"It is not for my own use, but for an old friend."

"Old friend?"

Ling Xiao wanted to ask more questions, but the old man had already turned to look at the auction stage, clearly unwilling to talk more.

Meanwhile, in the corridor on the fifth floor, two monks dressed in fine clothes were furtively looking around.

"Are you sure that kid is on this floor?"

The short, stout monk asked in a low voice.

"Absolutely true!"

The tall, thin man gritted his teeth.

"I'd recognize that figure even if I were ashes! It was him who locked us in that formation for three days and three nights!"

The short, stout monk's eyes revealed a look of resentment and malice.

"Young Master Qin was injured by his palm strike, and his chest still hurts."

This time I must make him look bad!"

The two walked close to the wall when suddenly the tall, thin man grabbed his companion and pointed to a private room not far away.

"Look! It's him!"

Through the half-open door, Gu Sheng's profile could be clearly seen.

He was talking to Ling Xiao, a faint smile on his lips.

"That's right, it's this kid!"

The short, stout monk's voice trembled with excitement.

"Go tell Young Master Qin immediately!"

"and many more!"

The tall, thin man grabbed him.

"This kid's cultivation is not simple. Let's not alert him. Let's go to the third floor and report to Young Master Qin, then let him decide!"

Chu Qianxuan, dressed in a purple-gold robe, stood on the auction stage, lightly tapping the jade mallet in his hand, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

"Fellow Daoists, the first half of the auction has concluded. We will now begin the second half, which I'm sure you've all been eagerly anticipating."

His gaze swept across the entire room, lingering for a moment on the first row of the third floor.

Several cultivators sat there, their auras restrained, each with a calm expression, not even glancing at the treasures from the first half of the competition.

"Did the senior brothers and sisters from Zixia Holy Land come here specifically for the grand finale?"

Chu Qianxuan asked with a smile.

In the center of the third floor, a cold and beautiful woman wearing a long robe with purple patterns nodded slightly.

"Senior Brother Chu, there's no need to ask any more questions. Just continue."

"OK!"

Chu Qianxuan laughed loudly.

"Then let's—"

"and many more!"

A low shout suddenly came from the fifth floor.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in brocade robes stand up with a gloomy expression. It was none other than Qin Shao, the young master of the Qin family.

Standing beside him was the towering, muscular Tie San, both of them staring at a figure in the corner of the fifth floor.

"Gu Sheng!"

Qin Shao gritted his teeth.

"I can't believe you dare to show your face in Luoyun City!"

The man in the blue robe in the corner, Gu Sheng, smiled calmly.

"Young Master Qin, how have you been? Are you the only one allowed to attend the Tianyun Pavilion auction?"

Qin Shao's anger intensified, and he was about to lash out when Tie San grabbed his shoulder.

"Young Master, it's not advisable to cause trouble at the auction. We can make our move after it's over."

But what if he escapes in the chaos?

Qin Shao said unwillingly.

Tie San took out a piece of jade pendant from his pocket. (End of this chapter)