After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

"You're a body cultivator, so you don't have any so-called 'beloved weapon.' However, there's a piece of Phoenix Cry Black Iron in the Black Tower."

A look of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.

correct.

He is indeed a body cultivator, but in public, he always uses the same weapon.

But for him, it was actually more convenient not to use weapons.

There was indeed a piece of Phoenix Cry Black Iron in the Black Tower, a fact known only to him and the tower owner.

There is absolutely no way a third person could know this.

Lin Zhixu held out his hand, "I've told you the news and answered all the questions. Can we have our tickets now?"

"Wait," the old man raised his hand, "the value of these two questions is not enough to exchange for two tickets."

"So the manager of the Black Building is a scoundrel," Lin Zhixu sneered. "What's wrong with exchanging two questions for two tickets? So, you're saying I have to keep answering as long as you're not satisfied?"

The old man's lips twitched.

After a moment of stunned silence, whether he had figured something out or heard someone's instructions, he reluctantly pulled out two jet-black, gold-embossed bills from his sleeve and placed them on the table.

"After you go outside, a waiter will lead you to your seats."

Lin Zhixu took the tickets without hesitation and pulled Luo Yiyan away.

As soon as the two stepped out of the room, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

The old man immediately dropped his reluctant expression and bowed his head.

The figure was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and its voice was deliberately distorted, making it difficult to discern whether it was male or female: "Interesting, very interesting."

Old man: "Master, should we arrest them both after this is over?"

The figure said, "No need, let them be. But be careful not to let anything happen to them. Having such a capable person is a good thing, as it's beneficial to befriend him."

The old man accepted the order.

……

Luo Yiyan walked quite a distance down the corridor before letting out a long sigh.

Just now in that room, the back of his clothes was almost soaked with cold sweat.

He almost thought he was going to die there.

He looked at Lin Zhixu, who seemed completely unaffected, and suddenly felt a little angry.

"Zhixu, you're being too reckless. What if that person suddenly attacks? Wouldn't we all die there?"

Lin Zhixu: "It's alright, I know what I'm doing."

Luo Yiyan retorted angrily, "What do you know? You've scared me to death! That damned medicinal herb is completely unimportant. It's not worth losing my life over it!"

"And you didn't tell me anything, I knew nothing, and could only watch you risk your life, powerless to do anything. This feeling is too painful."

Lin Zhixu fell silent. "I'm sorry for making you worry. I just wanted to help you."

He just didn't want Luo Yiyan to suffer a near-death experience like in the original story.

System: [Host, please view the plot rationally. These are trials the protagonist must endure; you cannot interfere. Excessive interference will be punished.]

Lin Zhixu: [Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.]

system:【……】

You have absolutely no idea!

You won't say that when you get struck by lightning.

Luo Yiyan glared at Lin Zhixu, still feeling the lingering fear in her chest, but seeing his rare expression of bowing his head and admitting his mistake, she couldn't muster any anger.

He took a deep breath, his tone softening: "Fine, this won't happen again. If you do this again without telling me anything and just rush in on your own, I'll really get angry."

Even if you're about to die, please tell him.

He would follow without hesitation.

Lin Zhixu nodded and stuffed one of the admission tickets into his hand.

A waiter dressed in black was already waiting at the end of the corridor. He bowed slightly to the two of them and then led them through several hidden doors, stopping outside a private room.

Both of them were somewhat surprised.

You wouldn't guess that the old man was quite generous.

Despite their stingy attitude, they were given a private room.

The private room was small, with two chairs facing the window, from which was the auction venue.

In the center of the circular hall stood a high platform, and the seats below were hidden in the dim light, making it impossible to tell how many people were sitting there.

A faint spiritual light shone through the window, clearly indicating a one-way restriction.

People in the private rooms can see outside, but people outside can't see inside.

After the waiter silently withdrew, Luo Yiyan finally relaxed completely, leaning back in his chair: "This place is terrifying. Luckily you were here, otherwise I might have died here already."

As he spoke, he sounded somewhat annoyed.

He didn't take it seriously at all at the time.

I thought, what danger could there be in just buying a medicinal herb?

Yan Lingcang had repeatedly told Minghe to come with him, but Minghe suddenly had something to do, so they agreed to come again the next day.

But seeing that Yan Lingcang seemed a little anxious, and not wanting to waste any more time, he decided to come himself.

I never imagined the black market would be so dangerous.

……

The auction began soon.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea appeared on the high platform: a male and a female host stood side by side, the man elegant and the woman radiant.

The two worked together seamlessly, and their opening remarks quickly heated up the atmosphere.

The first item was then announced as officially presented for auction.

The first item was a piece of raw ore, completely black, with a pitted and uneven surface, showing no signs of spiritual energy.

It might contain a priceless rare mineral, or it might just be an ordinary stone.

The male auctioneer introduced with a smile: "This stone comes from the Guixu of the East China Sea. It was formed by the erosion of the sea eye over thousands of years. No one knows what is inside. It all depends on your eyesight and luck."

"Starting bid is 1,000 high-grade spirit stones, with each bid increment no less than 1,000."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the audience raised a sign: "Two thousand."

"Three thousand."

"Five thousand."

Although not everyone here is wealthy, they still don't care about thousands or tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones.

Bidding was in full swing, and in no time the price had been driven up to 20,000.

It was eventually won by a black-robed man in a corner for 23,000 spirit stones.

Lin Zhixu suddenly remembered the stone he had unexpectedly acquired and asked the system, "Is this stone the same as mine?"

System: [They're different. Yours is more valuable.]

Lin Zhixu: [You mean he overpaid?]

System: [Not really. You could say it was just very lucky; the price hit the critical threshold for this stone's value. If it were any more expensive, it wouldn't be worth it.]

Lin Zhixu: [Can you find out what's inside?]

System: [A piece of roughly Earth-grade Xuan Iron can be used to forge an Earth-grade magic weapon.]

The auction is still ongoing.

The next two lots were each more valuable than the last.

A thousand-year-old fire spirit mushroom was auctioned off for 880,000 high-grade spirit stones.

The mid-grade Earth-level cultivation technique attracted bids from guests in several private rooms, and was eventually sold for 3.5 million high-grade spirit stones.

Yan Lingcang definitely didn't want ordinary medicinal herbs, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find them on the black market.

The Earth-level cultivation technique alone costs over three million high-grade spirit stones. If you want rare medicinal plants, wouldn't it be even more expensive?

Lin Zhixu grew restless and turned to Luo Yiyan, asking, "Do you have enough spirit stones?"

Luo Yiyan snapped out of his shock and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, it's enough. My master gave me fifty million high-grade spirit stones."

Lin Zhixu was silent for a moment, then turned back expressionlessly and looked out the window again.

Yan Lingcang is really rich.

Yu Linzhou had never given him so many spirit stones.

Another day of envying other people's masters.