Battle Through the Heavens: The Holy Sun Immortal Venerable

Chapter 168 You actually have a ticket?!

Sensing the terrifying aura, Lin Ran took a deep breath, his expression serious.

These were just the auras he sensed. He knew that there must be other auras here that even he couldn't sense, and the owners of those auras must be genuine Dou Sheng, not some kind of half-saint.

"This is only a small part. Once you get inside, you'll find that the so-called 'high-end' truly lives up to its name."

Feng Xian sighed, "I came here with that guy quite a few times before. Once we enter that area, Sect Master, you should be a little more cautious. There are many powerful figures there. Some hidden sects may not be well-known, but they may still have old monsters like Dou Sheng within them. So, if you can avoid provoking them, you should try to avoid it as much as possible."

"Ah, of course. I've been to this space trade fair twice before. Besides, I'm not a brainless brute."

Lin Ran smiled calmly. He knew who he could provoke and who he couldn't. Although the Scorpion Demon Three Ghosts were invincible at the Dou Zun level, they were nothing to Dou Sheng.

As you can see, in the original story, the three Scorpion Demons were utterly humiliated by Yao Chen, a mere half-saint. This clearly demonstrates the gap between a Dou Zun and a Dou Sheng.

Let's go!

Lin Ran spoke calmly, and Feng Xian nodded slightly. His figure then stepped through the void and flashed towards the depths of the desert. The howling sandstorm along the way would automatically dissipate when it approached within a hundred meters of his body. Behind him, Lin Ran followed closely with Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan.

What is a terrifying sandstorm in the eyes of ordinary people does not pose any obstacle to them. Therefore, in less than twenty minutes, Lin Ran and his three companions entered the depths of the desert.

A few breaths later, an extremely steep sand dune appeared in front of them. When they climbed the dune and looked to the other side, surprise returned to their faces.

In the heart of the desert, in a depression in a towering sand dune, a massive black hole, hundreds of feet in size, was slowly rotating, with wisps of suction emanating from it.

At this moment, on the surrounding sand dunes, several figures with extremely powerful auras would occasionally flash down, and finally rush into the spatial wormhole and disappear.

Looking at the spatial wormhole in front of him, Lin Ran's eyes revealed a hint of desire and greed.

This kind of small space is incomparable to the Holy Domain in his hands or the Star Domain of the Starfall Pavilion. This is a truly small space, a complete small space created by a Dou Sheng powerhouse!

If one could have such a small space, it would be like having a small world that belongs only to oneself.

Lin Ran's gaze lingered briefly on the spatial wormhole. Then, the four of them moved swiftly, leaping up the steep sand dune. In a few flashes, they appeared before the spatial black hole.

As the four arrived, figures occasionally swept by, their gazes lingering on Lin Ran and his group before finally glancing at Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan.

Of course, those who can come here are not fools, and they know what kind of people are allowed to come here, so very few people would be foolish enough to deliberately provoke others.

Therefore, even though Lin Ran and the others looked extremely young, and Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan were only at the Dou Huang level, no one dared to step forward and provoke them.

Before long, the four of them stepped through the void and entered the spatial black hole. The moment they entered the spatial black hole, all four of them clearly felt a strange power sweep over them. This power was not malicious; rather, it seemed to be a kind of probing.

Upon entering the black hole, Lin Ran felt a moment of darkness before his eyes, followed by a burst of light and noisy sounds. He squinted and saw that the world before him had transformed into the appearance of a small town.

The town is not large. Looking up at the sky above the town, it is a hazy gray color, with faint, violent spatial fluctuations emanating from it.

"This is Space Town, the venue for the Space Trade Fair."

Feng Xian explained in a low voice, "Take a look around first. There are almost no inferior goods here; they are all rare and good items."

"Moreover, with our financial resources, we probably won't be able to get anything good at the formal trade fair. Plus, we still need to buy Soul Infant Fruits, so we might as well try our luck here first."

Lin Ran nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the stalls. Behind him, Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er also cast curious glances at him.

On both sides of the street, there were some blue stone platforms. On the platforms, there were some scrolls, jade bottles, and even weapon magic cores floating. A faint light emanated from these things, indicating that they were not ordinary items. Behind the stone platforms, there were some figures sitting cross-legged. Each of these people had a powerful and long aura, and they were obviously not people to be trifled with.

"Heavenly Demon Leg, High-Level Earth-Rank Battle Technique..."

"Void Profound Technique, a high-level Earth-rank cultivation method..."

"Transformation Pill, a high-grade seventh-rank pill..."

"Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Spirit Ginseng..."

As his gaze darted around, a dazzling array of items caught Lin Ran's eye. The rarity of some items was enough to stir a burning desire within him, even with his composure.

Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er, standing to the side, were dazzled by the sight, their beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder!

Although Mu Qingluan is Feng Xian's disciple, the value of the items here far exceeds that of the Starfall Pavilion's inventory. As for Feng Qing'er, although she comes from the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, she is just an ordinary member of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan and naturally has little access to the clan's resources; otherwise, she wouldn't need to enter the Wind and Thunder Pavilion to cultivate.

The value and variety of these things in front of them far exceeded their imagination. If they could gain even a little from them, the improvement they would experience would be unimaginable!

After all, they are only Dou Huang at the moment.

The streets of Space Town were not long, only a few hundred meters long. The four of them strolled along and soon reached the end of the road.

However, along this short stretch of road, almost every trading post had items that appealed to the four of them.

Unfortunately, these sellers were all shrewd and their items were so valuable that each one was worth at least 20-30% more than the original item itself.

This left Lin Ran only able to watch, unable to make the purchase.

In the end, Lin Ran only bought one high-level Earth-rank ice-attribute fighting skill called "Winter's Finest Ice Technique" and one high-level Earth-rank wind-attribute fighting skill called "Surging Wind Thrust".

However, Lin Ran did not find the Soul Infant Fruit that they had originally wanted, which inevitably disappointed Lin Ran and Feng Xian.

"It seems that the Soul Infant Fruit is out of our reach." Lin Ran sighed softly, then said to Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er beside him, "You two girls, go and pick out whatever you want to buy. It's a rare opportunity to come here, don't leave empty-handed."

"Sect Master, you are mistaken. Doesn't the Sect Master know that this is merely an appetizer for the Space Trade Fair?"

Feng Xian suddenly spoke up, his gaze falling on an old pavilion not far away.

That should clearly be the end of Space Town. The surroundings are empty and no longer as noisy as before. Here, an ancient pavilion stands, and a sense of vicissitude permeates from the pavilion, as if it has existed for ages, making people dare not underestimate it in the slightest.

Outside this ancient pavilion, two expressionless old men dressed in gray robes stood there, as still as statues, yet their powerful battle auras emanated from them, sending a chill down one's spine.

These are just the two gatekeepers, yet they have already reached the level of a six-star Dou Zun. This level of powerhouse has even surpassed the Pavilion Master of the Four Directions Pavilion, and even the Valley Master of the Three Grains is inferior to them!

This demonstrates just how high-profile this space trade fair is!

Looking at the pavilion, Lin Ran sighed softly and said helplessly, "Of course I understand what you mean, but this ancient treasure pavilion is not open to everyone. Only those who hold invitations from the three major sects can enter, and obtaining such an invitation is not as easy as you might imagine."

"Although I've attended the Space Trade Fair twice, I don't have that kind of invitation. Wait a minute..."

Lin Ran suddenly looked at Feng Xian: "You have an invitation?!"

Feng Xian chuckled. With his own strength and the influence of the Starfall Pavilion, he was actually not qualified to receive this invitation, but unfortunately, he had a very capable best friend.

With a slight movement of his palm, accompanied by a gentle breeze, a beam of red light shot out from Feng Xian's sleeves, heading towards the two old men. The latter caught it steadily, and it transformed into a red jade token.

You actually have one?!

Upon receiving the red light, not only Lin Ran showed surprise, but even the two expressionless old men's faces trembled slightly, their cloudy eyes revealing astonishment.

Clearly, they were also quite surprised by the strength of Lin Ran and his group, that they actually had an invitation. However, despite their surprise, the two elders did not act impolitely. They bowed slightly, waved their sleeves, and four black lights swept towards Lin Ran and his group, then hovered in front of them, revealing a pitch-black cloak.

"please."

Thank you.

Feng Xian and Lin Ran skillfully put on the cloaks, and Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan followed suit, putting them on as well. After doing all this, the four of them stepped into the pavilion filled with an ancient atmosphere.

……

Stepping into the ancient building, Lin Ran's eyes swept around.

The attic was dimly lit and quite ordinary, with nothing particularly remarkable about it, nor did it exude any sense of preciousness. After a short while, an old man in gray robes walked quickly from the side, whispered something to Lin Ran, and then headed into the dimly lit depths of the attic. Feng Xian didn't say anything and followed him with practiced ease, and Lin Ran naturally followed quickly as well.

The group walked along the corridor inside the pavilion for about a few minutes before finally stopping in front of a bronze door. The old man also stopped there, cupped his hands in greeting, and without saying a word, quietly withdrew.

"A space trade fair..."

Lin Ran murmured nostalgically. He had participated twice before, led by the three Scorpion Demons. He never expected that he could participate in a trade fair of this level today without his three teachers.

With a burst of strength from both hands, Lin Ran slowly pushed open the ancient bronze door, and a faint ray of light shone out from it.

He narrowed his eyes, and after the initial intense light faded, an ancient palace, roughly half the size of a square, came into view.

Inside this ancient hall, there are many stone chairs, and at this moment, many people are sitting on these chairs. However, these people, like us, are all covered by black cloaks, and no one knows their identities.

"There are many powerful individuals here, so we must be careful, otherwise our conversation could easily be discovered by them."

Feng Xian spoke in a low voice, and Lin Ran nodded in deep agreement. He glanced around and then walked to an empty seat. Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan followed behind him, not daring to make any other moves.

The four sat quietly in their seats. The two young girls were under tremendous pressure, after all, this level of space trading event was far too high-end for them, even for Feng Qing'er from the Heavenly Phoenix Clan.

Lin Ran and Feng Xian, who were more experienced, closed their eyes to rest and waited quietly.

About an hour later, a melodious and clear bell rang out, and Lin Ran and Feng Xian opened their eyes, their gazes turning to the high platform in the center.

Within this hour, many more people had clearly entered from all around, and a rough glance suggested there were no fewer than a hundred of them.

At this moment, the gazes of these hundreds of people all fell on the center of the venue, where an old man with white hair and beard, who looked like he was about to die, slowly appeared in everyone's sight in the distorted space.

Looking at the white-haired old man who had suddenly appeared, Lin Ran's eyes showed a solemn expression.

He certainly knew this person; in fact, anyone who had attended the space trade fair would know him.

The master of Baojian Mountain, the Old Man of Baoshan!

With the strength of a peak Nine Revolutions Dou Zun, his power is in no way inferior to that of Grandmaster Tianxie, who is comparable to Lin Ran!

"Peak of the Ninth Revolution Dou Zun... This old fellow's strength has really improved quickly." Looking at the white-haired and white-bearded old man Baoshan, Feng Xian let out a melodious sigh.

In recent years, with Yao Chen gone, he has become quite lax in his cultivation, and his cultivation level has not improved for a long time.

"Peak of the Ninth Revolution Dou Zun?!"

Upon hearing this, a solemn expression appeared on the faces of both Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er, especially the former, who was somewhat shaken.

A peak ninth-level Dou Zun—this is an existence only one step away from the 'Saint level.' I never expected that he would appear here, and even show up to preside over the trade fair. This really refreshed Mu Qingluan's worldview.

"Hehe, another space trade fair. How have you all been?"

The old man from Baoshan swept his gaze around the main hall, his aged voice ringing in everyone's ears. However, no one responded to his greeting; the atmosphere remained strangely quiet.

Old Man Baoshan didn't seem to care, clearly not having experienced something like this before. With a wave of his sleeve, the space around him slowly distorted, then formed a spatial prison that surrounded him.

"The usual routine, please don't mind."

After doing all this, the old man Baoshan smiled, then stood on the auction stage in front of him, coughed, and said, "Almost everyone has arrived, so there's no need for further pleasantries. Let's begin this year's Space Trade Fair."

As the old man Baoshan finished speaking, almost all eyes in the hall instantly focused on him, filled with anticipation and excitement. Everyone knew that anything traded here was no ordinary item.

Lin Ran touched his storage ring, mentally estimating his financial resources...

(End of this chapter)