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Chapter 442 Linglong Manager
"Fellow Daoist, you're actually a seventh-grade alchemist? We want all these pills. Ye Tao, go calculate the value of these pills immediately. I'll personally take you to the auction house."

Linglong's face was full of smiles, and her tone was extremely warm as she led Zhong Lin towards the depths of the Apocalypse Pavilion.

Zhong Lin followed beside him, observing secretly as he walked.

After walking up a few flights of stairs, the view in front of me suddenly lit up.

A huge auction hall appeared before his eyes. People were bustling about, sitting on wide chairs, waiting for the auction of treasures in the center of the hall.

Zhong Lin glanced at the people in this huge auction hall, and they were all at the Xuandan realm or above.

"Fellow Daoist, the auction at Tianqi Pavilion has certain cultivation restrictions. Only those with strength above the Xuandan realm are qualified to enter and exit."

Zhong Lin nodded. He also knew from his second senior brother Chi Zhonglin that the Five Elements Secret Realm was extremely dangerous. Only those who condensed the Mysterious Pill could travel in it. Otherwise, it would be a death wish.

The reason why Buxiandi is such a gathering place for many warriors is that it can shelter some warriors with low cultivation.

However, Zhong Lin also discovered that the quality of these Xuandan masters' Xuandan was not very good, and their power was weak. Most of them were low-grade Xuandan, and there were relatively few medium-grade ones. It was difficult for them to make further progress, and their potential was not great.

"Fellow Taoist, please."

Linglong now treated Zhong Lin as the God of Wealth and did not dare to neglect him in the slightest. She led him directly to the middle of the store and found a seat for him.

This seat is very huge, more than ten feet long and wide, like a small courtyard. There are screens and canopies on both sides of the seat, which is very gorgeous. It is surrounded by clouds and mist. I don’t know what means are used to prevent others from detecting it.

Zhong Lin didn't hesitate and sat down cross-legged.

"Hmm? That's Linglong, the steward of Tianqi Pavilion. This woman is no ordinary person. Although she's just a steward, I heard that there's a big shot behind her. She's just going through training now, so who would let her lead this person personally?"

"I've heard of her too. She's incredibly powerful. She's only at the Yang Sha Realm, yet she managed to single-handedly hunt down a Life and Death Realm demonic beast. The person she personally leads must be someone of high status. Could he be the son of some important figure?"

"Of course it is, but I don't know which young master it is?"

"Humph! He's just a second-generation martial artist, a gigolo. Can't he be her lover?"

"If it's a concubine, I'd be more convinced. That's Miss Linglong. I'd be willing to live a few hundred years less to be her lover."

Zhong Lin had just sat down when his ears moved and he immediately picked up some subtle spiritual fluctuations and conversations.

This is a martial art called "Shunfenger" that he learned in the Sutra Library. It has no offensive power, but is just a martial art that increases hearing ability. It can use the wind to intercept a part of the divine thoughts and sounds. It seems useless, but sometimes it can expose some more interesting secrets.

He turned his head and glanced at Linglong beside him. He didn't expect that this manager had such strength and background.

"You don't know your name yet? Where is it from?" Linglong asked with a smile.

"Heavenly Sword Holy Land, Zhong Lin."

"I didn't expect you to be a disciple of the Sword Domain Holy Land. I've admired you for so long. No wonder you're so outstanding. Not only is your cultivation profound, but you're also a seventh-grade alchemist. I don't know how many people envy you. I see that the spiritual medicines Brother Zhong purchased are not only enough to refine seventh-grade pills. Could it be that Brother Zhong wants to become an eighth-grade alchemist?"

Linglong was worthy of her position as a manager. She was eloquent and good at networking. With just a few words, she was able to get closer to Zhong Lin. At the same time, she was also surprised by Zhong Lin's identity. She didn't expect that he was from the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

In her opinion, while the Sword and Knife Realms weren't as cerebral as the Battle Realm, the cultivation techniques and martial arts they practiced were all primarily combat-oriented. Alchemists were rare, let alone such high-ranking ones. "I have that idea."

"Congratulations, Brother Zhong, in advance. If you have any eighth-grade elixirs in the future, please send them to our Tianqi Pavilion. We will definitely give you a satisfactory price."

Even as she was speaking, there was a sudden commotion in the auction hall. It turned out that some experts had already carried up the treasures to be auctioned one by one on the central stand.

Several Xuandan realm masters flew to the center of the auction hall carrying a cloud bed. The cloud bed was covered with a red cloth, blocking everyone's sight and spiritual thoughts. They could only vaguely perceive a terrifying fluctuation of vital energy emanating from it.

"This is a low-grade Xuan weapon. The asking price is 5,000 Zhenyuan Pills. Please make an offer if you want one. Each increase in price must not be less than the price of 100 Zhenyuan Pills."

A Xuandan realm warrior in front directly lifted the red cloth on the cloud bed, and a green steel needle suddenly appeared.

The steel needle is emerald green all over, like jade, and is no bigger than a palm. It emits a dense fluctuation of vital energy. Just by looking at it, one can feel a sharp energy that seems to be blinding the eyes.

"Brother Zhong, if you are interested, you can also make an offer. This mysterious weapon is called the Bone-Piercing Needle, which is specially designed to break the protective qi of the body. It will have unexpected effects when used in battle. Although it is a bit expensive, it is definitely worth it." Linglong said with a smile.

"I don't have many Zhenyuan Pills on me." Zhong Lin shook his head.

"It's okay. I can give you an allowance of 30,000 True Yuan Pills."

"Thank you very much."

Zhong Lin did not bother to be polite with her, as he knew that this was Linglong's way of trying to make friends with him. Besides, it was not like she couldn't pay it back, it was just a matter of a furnace of pills.

Then he raised his hand and said, "Six thousand, I want them."

Directly increase the price by one thousand coins.

This price increase immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"He's truly a second-generation martial artist, surprisingly wealthy and powerful. But he's too much of a showman. He might die soon!"

"Yes, I dare to conclude that this second-generation Wu will die within three days. In this Five Elements Secret Realm, no one cares about background, only cultivation and strength. He dares to be so arrogant. Even if he buys the treasure, he won't be able to get it."

"How do you know they don't have guards?"

Many warriors were discussing this.

"Seven thousand, bring them up to me!"

At this moment, suddenly from a higher floor, a sound like thunder rolled down.

Zhong Lin subconsciously looked up and saw a middle-aged man sitting upstairs. He had long eyebrows, a long beard, and was wearing Confucian clothes. He looked like a romantic scholar in the secular world, but there was a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"This man is called White Crane Ancestor, he is at the Life and Death Realm, a warrior in the Beast Realm, and is good at driving a White Crane monster beast which is also at the Life and Death Realm." Linglong reminded through voice transmission.

Many people have always been reluctant to approach warriors from the Beast Realm, mainly because they cannot judge the other party's strength based on their cultivation level. Who knows if the other party will create a more powerful monster.

(End of this chapter)