Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

The three of them left the private room and walked along the softly carpeted corridor they had come from, toward the delivery area located at the back of the auction house.

The handover area is a rather spacious hall, with several independent areas separated by screens, which ensures both privacy and ease of management.

Several composed butlers dressed in the auction house's uniform were in charge here.

Gong Yi showed the jade number plate representing Room C5, and immediately a kind-looking middle-aged steward came forward and politely led them behind a screen.

"Please wait a moment, fellow Daoists. We will bring the two items you purchased immediately." The steward was all smiles and moved swiftly. Soon, two maids came with a tray, which contained the century-old Earth Dragon Blood Ginseng and three taels and seven mace of Flowing Gold Sand in a jade box.

The steward placed the two items on the table and asked Lin Yuan to examine them.

Lin Yuan scanned the area with his magic and confirmed it was correct. The Earth Dragon Blood Ginseng was a deep purple-red, full of vitality; the Flowing Gold Sand was a dark, brilliant gold, with a sharp, inner aura—it was exactly what he had seen on the stage earlier.

"No mistake." Lin Yuan nodded.

The steward then took out a jade slip contract, which clearly listed the name of the auction item and the transaction price.

A total of 5,560 spirit stones.

Before Lin Yuan could speak, Gong Yi quickly tossed a storage bag to the steward: "You can count them."

The steward took the storage bag, weighed it lightly in his hand, and bowed, replying, "Enough spirit stones."

"The handover is now complete. Do you three have any further instructions?" The steward's gaze swept over the three men with a subtle yet impolite manner, before finally settling on Lin Yuan.

Even though he knew that the other two were the young masters of the Gong Clan, he couldn't ignore the subtle aura emanating from Lin Yuan that made people want to submit.

Lin Yuan put the earthworm blood ginseng and the flowing gold sand into his storage bag, and upon hearing this, he simply said, "No."

After saying this, he prepared to leave.

However, after the three of them had only taken a few steps, Lin Yuan caught a glimpse of another handover area to his side out of the corner of his eye. The beaded curtain rustled softly, and two familiar figures were walking out from inside.

It was Zhou Wanwan and Zhou Shuyue.

In Zhou Wanwan's hand, there was now a silver-white spirit fan, which was "Shadow Strike".

She seemed to have just completed the handover, and was looking down at the magical artifact in her hand. Her cool profile looked even more exquisite under the bright lights of the hall, but it also revealed her aloofness.

Zhou Shuyue followed behind her, curiously peering at the spirit fan.

As if sensing their gazes, Zhou Wanwan raised her eyelids, her clear gaze meeting the eyes of Lin Yuan, Gong Yi, and the other two.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gong Yi subconsciously straightened his back, and the eagerness on his face to leave subsided, replaced by a slightly reserved yet sharp smile.

Zhou Wanwan's gaze lingered on Gong Yi and Gong Li's faces for a moment before sweeping over Lin Yuan, whose expression remained calm.

"What a coincidence, everyone."

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence among them.

Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Gongsun Yan.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wanwan shifted her gaze slightly, glancing briefly at the dagger in Gongsun Yan's hand.

"Having acquired this 'Ghost Tide' today, my trip has not been in vain." Gongsun Yan seemed to sense Zhou Wanwan's gaze, and even though she had not shown any interest, he still spoke up.

Then he changed the subject, his gaze falling on the spirit fan in Zhou Wanwan's hand, "However..."

"Compared to Fellow Daoist Zhou, he is nothing."