The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

"No! Saintess! The main purpose is for you to befriend him! Liking him is just a side effect!! You don't need to do that kind of thing!"

"That woman, Mu Xianxian, is impervious to reason and is extremely wary of our Eastern Continent's power, but she dotes on her younger brother the only one."

"So if you can be on good terms with Qin Yangjun, the attitude of the Yuqian Sect towards us will definitely soften, and it will be more convenient for us to do things in Dayu Continent."

"Ah...that's it."

The masked girl's tone remained completely devoid of emotion, which only intensified the woman's headache.

She didn't know why.

Why did Elder Situ send the Holy Maiden to carry out this task?

Did he not know that this saintess was born with a lack of emotions?

"Sigh, you only need to know your own task, but it will probably be very difficult to complete it now. I'm going out to talk to people outside. Sanyan City is not peaceful right now, so let's find a chance to withdraw first."

"it is good."

Women don't have X-ray vision.

At that moment, she had no idea how red her goddess's face was beneath the mask.

"Ugh—what am I saying? Why did I think of such a thing? I'm so embarrassed!"

....................

After saying goodbye to the masked girl, Qin Yangjun found a secluded corner...

He took out the token that Mu Xianxian had given him.

A moment later, Qin Yangjun emerged from the alley.

At this point, he had transformed into an ordinary cultivator wearing a blue robe.

By this time, the crowds on both sides of the street were already mixed with city guards, but Qin Yangjun was not flustered at all and walked leisurely towards the auction house.

Qin Yangjun's disguise skills were extraordinary; ordinary people could not detect his disguise at all.

Thus, Qin Yangjun successfully entered the auction hall.

We found a very remote location.

In the attic above the auction house, Qin Yangjun saw a familiar face...

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Auction (Part 1)

Qin Yangjun stared expressionlessly at the pavilion above.

There were two luxurious chairs on it.

Di Yulong and another man sat upright in the room.

Di Yulong was holding a scantily clad woman, while another man was sitting on his lap.

Even though they were far apart, Qin Yangjun still managed to see the jade pendant on the man's waist.

Geng...

The Di family, the Qiu family, the Geng family... I've encountered all three of them.

Qin Yangjun sat on a wooden chair, one hand supporting his chin.

In his other hand, he was stroking a communication token.

Meanwhile, at the teleportation array of the Three Flames Formation, the guards were yawning out of boredom.

He felt a sense of relief.

Today it's my turn to be on duty; I don't need to follow the commander around looking for anyone.

Once this shift is finished, I can go back and get a good night's sleep.

Just then, the teleportation array behind him burst into light.

He smacked his lips and then walked over with a lazy gait.

"Routine check..."

However, when the group of people from the teleportation array appeared, he was instantly jolted awake...

...........................

The host, dressed in a long dress, walked to the center.

The auction finally began.

After a well-received opening statement, the first item was brought up for auction.

It was a piece of blue crystal that exuded a chilling aura.

"This is Weak Water Mystic Crystal, which can be used to make armor and weapons. The starting price is five hundred high-grade spirit stones, and each bid must be at least fifty. The bidding will now begin."

"Five hundred and fifty..."

"Six hundred..."

"Six hundred and fifty!"

After only two rounds of bidding, a loud voice rang out, and Geng Yaoxing, standing in the upper pavilion, raised his bidding paddle.

The bidders below fell silent for a moment.

The two who were bidding clearly recognized Geng Yaoxing.

"Seven hundred!"

A voice suddenly rang out; it belonged to a person wearing a bamboo hat, who did not appear to be a local of Sanyan City.

Geng Yaoxing's gaze sharpened, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Seven hundred and fifty!"

"Eight hundred and fifty!"

The man continued to raise the price.

"Nine hundred!"

As Geng Yaoxing said this, he gave a wink to the person next to him.

"Nine..."

Bang! A sudden vortex exploded, and the bidding sign held by the man in the straw hat shattered instantly.

"you!"

That person had the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, and he could sense that it was the people in the upper pavilion who had made the move.

"Ok?"

Geng Yaoxing gave the man a cold look, and the man noticed the jade pendant at Geng Yaoxing's waist.

Seemingly remembering something, he suddenly deflated and could only sit down dejectedly.

"Haha, coward!"

Di Yulong, holding the woman, pointed at the rogue cultivator and laughed wildly.

That arrogant attitude ignited a nameless anger in many people below, and they all clenched their fists.

But that's all...

Neither the Di family nor the Geng family are people they can afford to offend in Sanyan City.

"How come I remember three breaths not being that long?"

Geng Yaoxing looked at the host below and smiled.

The host's expression froze, and she slightly raised her gaze.

A gentle breeze swept by, and an old man in a gray robe appeared, his gaze dark as he looked down at Geng Yaoxing.

"Young master, I'm afraid you've forgotten the rules of our Wanbao Pavilion, haven't you?"

"cut."

Geng Yaoxing turned his head away with disdain.

An anger flashed in the gray-robed old man's eyes, but considering the situation in Sanyan City over the past few months, he could only suppress it.

He gave the host below a look.

After exchanging a glance, the host frowned slightly, but still read the message.

"Nine hundred and one times"

Those who were initially interested in the Weak Water Mystic Crystal gradually put down their bidding paddles.

"Nine hundred and two times!"

Seeing that everyone below had lowered their heads, Geng Yaoxing smiled disdainfully.

"Nine hundred..."

Nine hundred and fifty!

However, just as the host was about to make the final decision,

In a corner of the auction hall, a soft voice rang out.

All eyes turned to that direction.

A simply dressed young man was holding up a price tag, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

And this person was none other than Qin Yangjun.

Geng Yaoxing, who was sitting in the luxurious chair, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Where did this reckless fool come from?

He glanced at his waist tag.