Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

A restless atmosphere seemed to permeate the sky above Qingzhou City.

The Linglong Chamber of Commerce's auction is scheduled for noon tomorrow, but as early as seven days ago, the entire Qingzhou City was already packed with people.

Cultivators and representatives of various factions from the Eastern Regions poured into the city like a swarm of locusts crossing a river, filling the streets and alleys.

Everywhere you look, you can see martial arts practitioners dressed in various sect costumes and carrying weapons and magical artifacts at their waists, heading towards the Linglong Chamber of Commerce.

They gathered in small groups, and their discussions almost always revolved around the glass fruit that was about to appear in the world.

On the bustling street, three figures blended into the crowd, yet seemed somewhat out of place.

The man at the head of the group was dressed in a white shirt, with a handsome and gentle face and a lazy smile between his brows. He was none other than Ye Junlin in disguise.

Di Yun and Linghu Chong beside him had also changed into the attire of ordinary martial arts practitioners.

The two men, one on each side, scanned their surroundings with sharp eyes.

Seemingly nonchalant, he had actually already taken in every little thing happening around him.

Yuan Tiangang did not travel with them, but remained hidden in the shadows.

Like an invisible net, it protected Ye Junlin within it.

No potential danger escapes his notice.

"Qingzhou City is really lively now."

Ye Junlin looked at the throng of people ahead, listened to the murmurs around him, and shook his head with a light laugh.

"The auction is still a day away, but so many people are already rushing towards Linglong Chamber of Commerce, as if they're afraid of missing out on a spot if they arrive late."

"Young Master, this is normal."

Di Yun lowered his voice, his tone carrying a sense of matter-of-fact.

"That's a Glazed Fruit! It's a treasure powerful enough to allow a cultivator at the peak of Nirvana to ascend to the heavens and unlock the secrets of the Celestial Realm."

"Don't even mention arriving a day in advance, even three days in advance, people will still fight tooth and nail to get a spot at the Linglong Chamber of Commerce."

Linghu Chong nodded in agreement:

"According to intelligence, almost all the top powers in the Eastern Region have sent people here. Qingzhou City is likely to be in chaos."

Upon hearing this, Ye Junlin's smile deepened.

"Chaos is what makes it interesting. If it's too peaceful, this auction won't be very interesting."

As the three were talking, Di Yun suddenly remembered something, leaned closer to Ye Junlin and whispered:

"By the way, young master, Lord Yuan instructed us early this morning to reserve a table of delicacies for you at Wenxian Restaurant."

"They say the food and drinks there are most to your liking, so let's rest there first and avoid the crowds on the street."

"Oh?" Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"This Gangzi is getting better and better at understanding my thoughts. He's reliable and gets things done perfectly."

"I had a meal at Wenxianlou last time, and I really wanted to go back."

Ye Junlin said no more and walked towards the Wenxian Tower, with Di Yun and Linghu Chong following closely behind.

The three had only taken a few steps when they suddenly heard several clear female laughs behind them.

The voice was sweet and melodious, carrying a touch of girlish innocence and naivety, interspersed with a few undisguised exclamations of surprise.

"Look, that young man in white up ahead, he's really handsome!"

"Yes, yes, he's so much better looking than all the young talents in our capital!"

"I've never seen such a handsome man before; he's like a celestial being who stepped out of a painting!"

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Junlin paused slightly, but did not turn around.

His disguised appearance was already on the handsome side, and coupled with his innate composure, it further enhanced his natural charm.

On this street full of rough and tough江湖客 (jianghu ke, a term referring to people from all walks of life), it certainly stood out.

Di Yun and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile flashing in their eyes, but they only quickened their pace, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

Behind the three of them stood eight young cultivators, four men and four women, all dressed in luxurious attire.

The jade pendant he wore at his waist and the weapon hanging from his waist both exuded an extraordinary aura, clearly indicating that he was not from an ordinary family.

The women were still chattering and praising Ye Junlin's appearance, their eyes filled with infatuation.

The four men beside them looked extremely pale.

Especially the young man in brocade robes standing at the very front; he wasn't particularly handsome, but his brows carried an undeniable air of arrogance.

At this moment, he looked at Ye Junlin's back, his face so gloomy it could drip water, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

This young man was none other than Dongfang Hao, a direct descendant of the Dongfang family, one of the four great families of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He had been pampered by his family since childhood, and with his exceptional talent, he was used to running rampant in the capital. He was arrogant and domineering, and had never been treated with such neglect before.

What's more, Nangong Qing, whom he had long admired, actually praised another man for being handsome in front of him, which was simply a slap in his face!

"stop!"

A furious roar suddenly burst from Dongfang Hao's mouth, exploding like thunder across the street.

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent, and countless eyes turned to this side, their expressions of watching the spectacle evident.

Ye Junlin finally stopped. He slowly turned around, his gaze calmly landing on Dongfang Hao. He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked indifferently, "What is it?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an inexplicable pressure that made Dongfang Hao subconsciously take a half step back, a faint sense of fear rising in his heart.

Seeing that Dongfang Hao was about to cause trouble, Nangong Qing immediately stepped forward to persuade him:

"Dongfang Hao, don't cause trouble! This is Qingzhou, not Qianzhou."

"Besides, this young master hasn't provoked you!"

When Dongfang Hao saw that Nangong Qing was still speaking up for Ye Junlin, and the others were watching the show with amusement, his initial fear was instantly consumed by anger.

"Nangong Qing, don't try to persuade me!"

Dongfang Hao shoved aside the woman beside him who was trying to stop him, pointed at Ye Junlin, his face full of sinister intent.

"Kid, I just don't like your face! Today, I'm going to destroy it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Yun and Linghu Chong's expressions instantly darkened, and a chilling killing intent emanated from them.

It erupted from the two of them without reservation, like ice and snow in the dead of winter, instantly enveloping the entire area.

"How dare you!" Di Yun roared, his voice like the clash of metal.

"Where did this madman come from, daring to be so insolent in front of my young master!"

"Who gave you the audacity to speak so disrespectfully to my young master!"

Linghu Chong stepped forward, his longsword humming softly, its scabbard gleaming coldly, clearly showing his genuine rage.

The aura emanating from the two was so terrifying that Dongfang Hao felt a suffocating pressure wash over him, causing him to catch his breath and his face to turn deathly pale.

He then suddenly remembered that he and the others had run away secretly, and that his protector and his uncle were not with them.

He was so blinded by anger that he completely forgot about this!