125: Chapter 125 The Crimson Dragon Clan

"This time, the Wanfu Auction has quite a few good things."

"Isn't that obvious? When has the Wanfu Chamber of Commerce ever had an auction without good things?"

"This time is different. I heard from my cousin who works at the Wanfu Chamber of Commerce that there are quite a few Grade Seven items in this Wanfu Auction."

"Quite a few Grade Seven items? Is that for real?"

Grade Seven, for these Loose Cultivators, was something they had only heard of and never actually seen.

"Have you heard of the seven-turn return-to-heaven pill? Below the Nirvana Realm, as long as you have a breath left, it'll save your life and restore you to your original state."

"Have you heard of the Dark Void Soul-Sustaining Pill? It's a Medicinal Pill for treating injuries to the Divine Soul."

The man talked eloquently, listing some of the Medicinal Pills and Origin Weapons that Lin Ming intended to auction.

Clearly, the Wanfu Chamber of Commerce had used its influence to promote the event; otherwise, even if this person really had a relative working there, he wouldn't have obtained such information.

The Wanfu Chamber of Commerce also wanted to use Lin Ming's items to further enhance their influence in Cangyuan City, so naturally, they wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Is it true? Would the Wanfu Chamber of Commerce really bring out so many Grade Seven items?"

Someone raised a doubt.

These were Grade Seven Medicinal Pills and Origin Weapons, after all; they weren't things one could just casually bring out.

Did the Wanfu Chamber of Commerce really have that kind of strength and boldness?

"I wouldn't know about that, but there are quite a few Grade Seven Medicinal Pills and Origin Weapons this time. You can go and see for yourselves when the time comes."

The man said with a smile.

"Then I'll definitely have to go take a look."

A burly man laughed.

Although with their financial resources, purchasing Grade Seven items was impossible—they couldn't afford them even if they sold themselves—

that didn't stop them from going to watch the excitement.

If they couldn't afford to buy, they could at least watch the show.

Besides, they might not get to see Grade Seven treasures more than a few times in their entire lives.

"Speaking of which, the Young Master from the City Lord's Manor and the Young Master of the Chen family have locked horns."

"I've heard of that too. It's about Great Master Murong's Artifact Refining slot, right?"

"Yeah, it's Great Master Murong's last Artifact Refining slot of the year. Those two are fighting over it."

"Great Master Murong is the only Grade Six Artifact Refining Great Master in our Cangyuan City."

"I heard these two Young Masters are going to have a duel. Whoever wins gets the Great Master's last slot."

"That'll be a sight to see. Both of those Young Masters are experts in the Spirit Platform Realm."

"According to rumors, those two are going to have a public battle."

"When and where? I can't miss this!"

"That's unclear, but it should be within the next few days."

"Why is your information so uncertain now? You're really useless. What good are you?"

"You want to fight? I'm giving you information, and this is how you talk to me?"

"Alright, stop arguing."

Immediately after, other topics of conversation arose.

Those spending time at Yunlai Restaurant were basically Loose Cultivators hanging around Cangyuan City or practitioners from small to medium-sized forces. One could hear news and gossip about Cangyuan City here.

Lin Ming found this quite interesting to listen to.

It also made him realize that his Revered Master hadn't brought them to Yunlai Restaurant just to listen to gossip, had she?

Lin Ming subconsciously glanced at his Revered Master, only to see her take a sip of Red Immortal Tea. Because of her mask, he couldn't see her current expression.

"Have you heard? There seems to be some movement on the Yao Race's side recently."

A discussion at another table began, instantly attracting many people's attention.

Heading north from Cangyuan City was the territory of the Yao Race.

Therefore, they were exceptionally attentive to any signs of movement within the Yao Race forces.

"The Howling Moon Wolf Clan has teamed up with several other tribes to issue a kill order for Disciples of the Yongzhen Sect. Any Yongzhen Sect Disciple who enters Yao Race territory will be killed without mercy."

"Is the Howling Moon Wolf Clan crazy? Are they going to war with the Yongzhen Sect?"

The Howling Moon Wolf Clan was considered a tribe with decent strength among the Yao Race forces, but they were no match for the Yongzhen Sect.

Publicly hunting down Yongzhen Sect Disciples—could it be that they were planning to completely break off relations?

At this, many people began to feel nervous. One had to know that many people here relied on the Yao Race territory for their livelihoods.

"The Howling Moon Wolf Clan Chief's youngest son was slaughtered by a Yongzhen Sect Disciple."

The man continued.

Upon hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief. So it was a personal vendetta.

However, many others still looked nervous. There was no guarantee that the Yao Race wouldn't use this as an excuse to start a war with the Human Race.

After all, many of them dealt with the Yao Race year-round.

Within the Yao Race, there were indeed many tribes that held a friendly attitude toward the Human Race.

But the majority of the Yao Race had always been hostile toward humans.

"Everyone, be careful during this time. Don't let yourselves be mistaken for someone from the Yongzhen Sect and get killed."

The man said in a joking tone.

These words, however, were taken to heart by many.

"Speaking of which, this old man also heard a bit of insider news recently, concerning the Red Flood Dragon Clan."

Seated in a corner were an old man and a youth; it was the elder who had suddenly spoken.

Now, everyone's gaze fell upon the old man.

The Red Flood Dragon Clan belonged to the flood dragon lineage.

The Qingxuan Realm no longer had any True Dragons. It was said that True Dragons did exist in the Qingxuan Realm ten thousand years ago, but they were gone now.

If one wanted to find a True Dragon, the only chance would be in the Upper Realm.

The Red Flood Dragon Clan possessed flood dragon bodies and was also one of the most powerful tribes in the Yao Race. On the surface alone, they had two flood dragons of the Nirvana Realm presiding over them.

Furthermore, the Red Flood Dragon Clan was extremely unfriendly toward the Human Race. Back when the humans and Yao Race were at war, the Red Flood Dragon Clan had killed many experts from the human side.

Everyone's eyes were on the old man, waiting for him to speak.

However, as the minutes passed, the old man remained silent.

"Old man, is the news you mentioned about the Red Flood Dragon Clan real or fake?"

One person finally couldn't help but ask the old man.

"What I say, of course, comes from my own channels,"

the old man said slowly.

"It's just that this old man is still a bit thirsty."

"Bring the old gentleman a pot of Earth Cloud Tea, put it on my tab,"

that person said.

A moment later, a pot of tea was delivered to the old man's table.

Interesting.

Lin Ming was also watching the old man.

Lin Ming could tell at a glance that this old man was no ordinary person.

A Nirvana Realm cultivator.

That's right, this old man was a Nirvana Realm cultivator.

Lin Ming glanced at his Revered Master again. His Revered Master's attention wasn't on the old man, but rather on the food on the table.

But Lin Ming felt that perhaps his Revered Master was waiting for this very old man.

"Old gentleman, you can speak now, can't you?"