Legend of Zixia

Chapter 291 Southern Demon
Yuancheng is a vast city with a long history, dating back to ancient times. Its buildings are a mix of ancient and modern structures, making it quite complex and unique.

There are no skyscrapers piercing the clouds here, because the rulers of the main planet do not allow any modern steel behemoths to obscure the ancient temples that represent the planet's heritage. Looking out, one sees weathered bronze castles, crystal-clear floating cities, and ethereal classical gardens, all contrasting beautifully with the anti-gravity villa district that gleams with a cold, metallic sheen.

Ancient sacred formations and cyberpunk-style neon lights intertwine perfectly here, achieving an absurd yet pleasing harmony between the classical and the modern.

On the wide, white jade crystal streets, Zixia and her companions, led by Fanxian, strolled leisurely into this bustling metropolis.

On both sides of the street, hidden gene scanning probes were densely packed like a spider web. However, when those eerie blue detection beams swept over the crowd, the indicator lights invariably flashed a soft green light, signifying the highest level of access.

"Money and power pave the way, array patterns provide backup, you can get by anywhere." Pang Bo put his hands behind his head, looked at the low-level cultivators around him who were looking at them with awe, and grinned. "I never thought that on the Eternal Main Star, we 'smugglers' would actually transform into a privileged class with impeccable credentials."

To achieve this moment, Fan Xian secretly mobilized the vast resources and extensive connections of the Fan family, forcibly implanting the most impeccable legitimate identities into them within the Eternal Kingdom system. Furthermore, the Great Emperor Wushi's Heaven-Deceiving Array patterns covered their entire bodies, altering the most fundamental laws and logic—those supposedly absolutely secure genetic networks could not touch their true origins, and could only obediently read the "noble bloodline" fabricated by the array patterns.

Xiao Peng Wang and Zi Fu Sheng Zi, having suppressed their usual sharp and murderous aura, donned the streamlined light armor unique to the Eternal Starfield, following on either side like two cold-faced gatekeepers. Ji Zi Yue, on the other hand, was like a curious child, experiencing life, holding a string of candied hawthorns made from unknown exotic beast fruits in her hand, her big eyes darting around, looking around.

"Owner."

Fan Xian respectfully followed Zi Xia half a step behind, bowed slightly, and transmitted his voice: "Yuan City is the meeting point of various super powers and interstellar financial groups, and also the largest intelligence center in the entire Eternal Main Star. Ahead is Yuan City's top-tier den of extravagance and auction house—'Nine Heavens Pavilion'. It is said that there will be a very high-profile secret auction tonight, and among the final items, there is a suspected core divine material for refining the 7th-tier 'Strongest Evolution Liquid'."

Zixia stopped and followed Fanxian's gaze.

In the heart of the city, a colossal crystal palace, as large as a hill, floats silently in mid-air, surrounded by a visible halo of sacred laws, its luxury beyond compare.

"The divine ingredient of the strongest evolution fluid?"

A glint of light flashed in Zixia's deep, alluring purple eyes. She gently straightened her cuffs, and a nonchalant yet determined smile curled at the corners of her lips.

"Let's go. Now that we have a new identity, we should at least go into the circles of these powerful figures on the main planet... and say hello properly."

Above the dome of the Nine Heavens Pavilion, starlight swirled, and the exclusive private rooms of each immortal lineage floated like stars.

"The Mo family of the Primordial Demon Sea has offered 30 million high-grade divine source liquid!"

With a resounding bang of the auctioneer's gavel, the core divine material, radiating a dazzling brilliance and capable of refining the strongest third-tier evolution fluid, finally fell into the hands of the Mo Clan of the Primordial Demon Sea. Inside the private room, the Mo Clan's experts revealed a proud sneer. Although the Cao Clan, the Canghai Clan, the Sun Never Sets Royal Family, and other forces showed reluctance, they did not continue bidding.

Just when everyone thought the grand auction was about to end, a heavy cage made of ten-thousand-year-old meteorite iron suddenly rose from the central elevator platform.

Inside the cold iron cage, a young man was chained. His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his skin was bronze. Although his collarbone was pierced by specially crafted holy-grade chains, his powerful physique still exuded a chilling aura of oppression. He slowly raised his head, his sharp eyes sweeping across the room like blades, revealing a savage arrogance and wildness akin to a deep-space behemoth, like a lurking demon god.

"This is a top-tier 'war beast' captured from a desolate star field! It possesses an extremely rare ancient demon bloodline!" the auctioneer roared fervently.

Inside the private room, Pang Bo's pupils constricted sharply, and the white jade wine cup in his hand instantly crumbled into dust. "Southern Demon?!" Pang Bo abruptly stood up, his demonic aura almost uncontrollable. "How could Qi Lin of the Demon Emperor's Palace have fallen into the hands of these bastards, and be auctioned off like merchandise?!"

After saying that, Pang Bo's eyes flashed with a terrifying green light, and he was about to press the bidding button, even showing a posture of directly breaking into the private room and grabbing people.

"sit down."

Zixia gently placed her delicate hand on Pang Bo's broad shoulder, and the Supreme Dao Principles flowing in her palm forcefully suppressed his violent demonic energy back into his body.

"Zixia! That's a Southern Demon, one of our fellow villagers!" Ji Ziyue's eyes were filled with anxiety.

"Calm down. This is Yuan City, and there are no fewer than ten Saint Kings watching us. If you expose yourselves now, we will all be blasted into dust by the orbital cannons of the main star." Zixia's tone was languid, but her purple eyes revealed absolute coldness and rationality.

Just as Pang Bo was pinned down, a deep and powerful bidding voice came from the hall below.

The bidder was a young man with boundless energy. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the Southern Demon in the cage, exuding an aura no less powerful than that of the older generation of experts.

“That’s Zhao Qingchuan, the strongest prodigy of the younger generation of the Zhao family,” Fan Xian explained in a low voice. “Like the Cao family, the Zhao family is a powerful clan on the Eternal Main Star. Zhao Qingchuan’s appearance this time represents the ‘Arena’ power behind him.”

Ultimately, with Zixia's tacit approval, Pang Bo remained silent. The Southern Demon was purchased by Zhao Qingchuan for an exorbitant price and, as a top-tier "fighting beast" for the arena, was imprisoned in a dark dungeon passage.

As the auction ended, various factions filed out.

"Sister Zixia, are we just going to stand by and watch the Southern Demon be taken away by the arena?" Walking in the shadows of the bustling streets, Ji Ziyue was still indignant.

"In order to make money off him, the arena will not only not kill him in the short term, but will also use the best divine elixir to heal him. He won't die."

Zixia stopped, her long legs crossing in the night. She turned around, her gaze fixed on the Mo family convoy from the Primordial Demon Sea, which was secretly boarding the ship and preparing to leave Yuan City.

A dazzling purple-gold light swirled around her fingertips, and a bewitching yet dangerous killing intent flashed in her eyes.

"But..." Pang Bo hesitated, "If we don't go to rescue them, where will we go now?"

"You underestimate the Southern Demon. He doesn't need us to save him!" Zixia smiled, her figure slowly disappearing into the purple light of the Heaven-Deceiving Array, leaving only her cold, matter-of-fact words echoing in the wind:

"The Mohists have some impressive divine materials. We've forgotten our current identities. Now that we're pirates, what do we want... we steal, of course!"

(End of this chapter)