Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The auction house of Linglong Chamber of Commerce was far more magnificent than Ye Junlin had imagined.

Standing at the entrance, looking up, the main structure, built of thousand-year-old sandalwood, exudes a dignified and ancient charm.

The glazed palace lanterns under the eaves shimmered with iridescent light in the morning glow.

The cloud patterns and mythical birds carved on the wall seemed to come alive, with faint fluctuations of spiritual energy flowing through them.

Such effort and resources were invested in just a venue for auctions, demonstrating the profound depth of Xingchen Pavilion's resources.

"That's quite interesting." Ye Junlin sighed inwardly, "The reputation of the number one merchant guild in the Eastern Region is indeed well-deserved."

Di Yun and Linghu Chong, who were standing beside him, were also awestruck by the magnificent building.

"Distinguished guests, please present your invitations."

A maid came forward, her gaze lingering briefly on the three men. Seeing that although they were dressed plainly, they possessed an extraordinary bearing, and her tone became increasingly respectful.

Ye Junlin withdrew his gaze and gestured for Di Yun to take out the gold-embossed invitation.

Di Yun raised his hand, and a gold-embossed invitation flew out from his sleeve and landed in the maid's palm.

The gold thread along the edge of the invitation shimmered in the morning light. Inside, the three characters "Xiyu Lou" (细雨楼) exuded a sharp and resolute spirit, written by Lin Wan'er herself.

Old Wei, standing beside the maid, took a closer look, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he hurriedly accepted the invitation with both hands, bowing deeply, his voice filled with undisguised reverence:

"So you are distinguished guests with VIP invitations! Please come upstairs. Your seats are in the top-floor private room number two."

"Okay," Ye Junlin replied casually.

Having said that, Elder Wei personally led the way, stepping aside to walk steadily towards the inner passage.

Even the maids who were originally responsible for guiding them could only follow from a distance.

This scene, witnessed by the surrounding cultivators, immediately sparked a flurry of whispers.

"The top-tier private room? That's a place only the most powerful can enter!"

"These three look so young and are complete strangers. Who are they?"

"Didn't you see the steward personally leading the way? They must be scions of a reclusive, powerful family."

"Or perhaps he's a key figure in some mysterious force. Let's not gossip and risk getting ourselves into trouble."

"That's right. Anyone who can get a top-tier invitation is no ordinary person. Let's just focus on waiting in line for the auction."

The whispers, filled with envy and apprehension, seemed to go unheard by Ye Junlin and his companions as they followed Elder Wei up the steps.

The staircase is paved with a single piece of black jade, and the sides are decorated with original calligraphy and paintings by monks from various dynasties, each of which is priceless.

Along the way, they encountered people from other forces from time to time. Seeing how respectful Elder Wei was to Ye Junlin and his two companions, they all looked on with surprise and suspicion, glancing at him sideways.

There are ten private rooms on the top floor, accessible only to the most powerful forces in the Eastern Region.

Inside the private room where the Xuanming Sect was located, Second Elder Yao Xing glanced at Ye Junlin and his two companions through the window and said to his disciple beside him in a sinister tone:

"Find out the backgrounds of these three people for me."

"Yes," replied the disciple who had followed him.

In the private room where the Qingyun Sect was located

"Who are those people?" Zhong Xiang, the second elder of Qingyun Sect, frowned slightly and asked the disciple beside him.

The disciple shook his head: "They look unfamiliar. I've never seen them before. They're probably not from a local force in Qingzhou."

"To be able to sit in the same private room as us, yet never having heard of such a young person before, it seems their background is not simple."

Xiao Yan, the Right Chancellor of the Great Qian Dynasty, sat upright by the window, gazing intently at Ye Junlin and the other two, his fingertips tapping the table as if deep in thought.

"Judging from their age, they seem to be juniors of some powerful family, but I wonder which faction they belong to... Send someone to investigate."

All eyes were focused on Ye Junlin and his group, speculating about their origins, and secretly instructing their subordinates to investigate.

Meanwhile, in a private room on the eighth floor, Dongfang Wen was gazing out the window with a sinister expression.

Li Xuanfeng stood to one side, his brows still bearing the lingering anger.

Suddenly, a guard strode to the window, pointed to three figures being led by Elder Wei to the top floor, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Third Master! Old Master Li! It's them! These three killed Young Master Hao!"

Dongfang Wen and Li Xuanfeng rushed to the window and looked in the direction the guard was pointing—

Ye Junlin and his two companions followed Elder Wei into the passageway to the top-floor private room.

Li Xuanfeng's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and he was about to rush out:

"You scoundrel! We've searched high and low, but you've found me here! Today we will avenge Young Master Hao!"

"Stop!" Dongfang Wen shouted sharply, grabbing Li Xuanfeng's arm tightly, his tone icy and chilling.

"Are you crazy? This is the Linglong Chamber of Commerce's auction house!"

Li Xuanfeng struggled and roared, "So what? The hatred for killing Young Master Hao is irreconcilable! Are we just going to stand by and watch them get away with it?"

"Revenge is necessary, but not now!"

Dongfang Wen's eyes were sinister as he lowered his voice and said,

"You think the Linglong Chamber of Commerce is an ordinary place? Look at the gatekeepers, they are both at the Nirvana Realm."

"There are also rumors that many forces have sent people to try and subdue the Linglong Chamber of Commerce, but all have failed. This shows that it is not simple."

"The fact that the Linglong Chamber of Commerce arranged for those three to stay in the top-tier private room indicates that their identities are not simple either."

"Furthermore, various forces are gathered here. If you act rashly, not only will you fail to avenge yourself, but you will also make the Dongfang family a target of public criticism!"

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the VIP room on the top floor, his eyes swirling with resentment and suppressed anger.

"Hold on for now and focus on the auction."

"Once the auction is over and they've left, we'll find another opportunity to strike. Then we'll make them pay for their crimes in blood!"

Li Xuanfeng's chest heaved violently as he watched Ye Junlin and the other two disappear into the top-floor entrance. Finally, unwillingly, he released his fist.

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding: "Fine! I'll listen to Third Master! But I'll remember this debt!"

He could only forcibly suppress the murderous intent in his heart, let out a heavy snort, turned around and sat down to the side.

His gaze was fixed on the top floor, as if he wanted to see right through it.

Top floor, private room number 1.

This is the best vantage point in the entire auction hall, visible through specially designed glass windows.

It offers a panoramic view of the auction stage below while ensuring privacy within the private room.

The private room was elegantly furnished, with tables and chairs made of fine sandalwood and a faint fragrance filling the air, creating a sense of tranquility.

Old Master Wei led the three into the private room and bowed, saying:

"Distinguished guests, if you have any needs, simply ring the bell by the window, and a maid will come to serve you. I shall take my leave now."

After Elder Wei left, Linghu Chong walked to the window, looked down at the auction hall that was gradually filling up with people, and smiled:

"This place is quite nice, with a very open view."

Di Yun cautiously checked the private room, and only after confirming that there was nothing amiss did he speak to Ye Junlin:

"Young Master, there was a murderous aura when we passed the eighth floor just now. It should be people from the Dongfang family."

Ye Junlin smiled faintly, a cold glint in his eyes: "They are more composed than I imagined."

"The auction is about to begin, don't let these scoundrels spoil the fun."

"After this is over, wipe them out."