Chapter 1791: Boy, get out of here!

Ye Chunyang followed the crowd and saw that there was a large venue in the hall on the first floor, where there were dense crowds of people talking to each other.

After pondering for a while, he walked towards the front desk of Lingxian Mansion.

There was an old man there, slightly stout and wearing gorgeous clothes.

His cultivation level is not high, only around the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but people around him seem to be very polite to him.

It can be seen from this that Lingxian Mansion has a considerable status in the spiritual world.

Ye Chunyang walked over holding the Tianzi token.

The old man raised his head and glanced at him, with some surprise on his face. Although the Tianzi Token was not the highest-level existence in the spirit world, Lingxian Mansion, being able to hold this order was not an ordinary person.

And seeing that Ye Chunyang was very unfamiliar, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

However, after Ye Chunyang slightly released the cultivation aura of the God Transformation Stage, the old man's complexion quickly returned to normal.

It makes sense for a god-transformation monk to possess the Tianzi Token.

"Senior, do you want to move into the heaven-level spiritual chamber of Lingxian Mansion?" The old man asked with a fairly respectful face. Ye Chunyang looked too young. He had reached the stage of becoming a god at this age. He was either a peerless evildoer or someone from a certain major sect. disciple.

"Well, I also want to ask fellow Taoist about someone." Ye Chunyang nodded and got straight to the point.

"Oh? I wonder who senior wants to inquire about?" the old man said in surprise.

Ye Chunyang pondered for a moment and asked, "I wonder if you have ever seen a young man named Bai Feng?"

"Bai Feng?" The old man was startled, then shook his head: "This junior has been ordered to take charge of the Lingxian Mansion here for hundreds of years. I have never seen the person that my senior asked about. I wonder what this person looks like? What is his cultivation level? What will my juniors do in the future? Please pay attention to the seniors."

Ye Chunyang was a little disappointed, but he didn't have much hope in this matter, and he wasn't surprised after hearing what the old man said.

However, he still drew a portrait of Bai Feng and gave it to the old man. Since Lingxian Mansion has connections everywhere, maybe that boy Bai Feng really appeared somewhere!

The old man took the portrait and looked at it for a few times. When he heard Ye Chunyang say that the person in the portrait was just a monk in the Golden Core Realm, the surprise on his face became more intense.

Then he took the portrait away with a smile and said, "Senior, please don't worry. If there is any news about this person in the future, I will definitely inform you."

After saying that, he put the portrait aside casually.

Ye Chunyang noticed his actions, frowned slightly, and didn't say much. He just took out a Wanli Talisman and handed it to the old man, saying: "If you have any news about him, you can send me a message through this Wanli Talisman. Then I will have some reward for you."

"Hehe, of course, of course..." The old man nodded with a smile, but he looked a little perfunctory.

Ye Chunyang didn't care either.

But then he thought of something and asked again: "By the way, I wonder if you know that there are monks who have come to the spiritual world from the demon world recently?"

When these words came out, the old man looked even more stunned. He looked at Ye Chunyang suspiciously and said, "There have been no ascended monks in the Demon God Realm for tens of thousands of years. How could the senior suddenly inquire about this matter?"

"Has no one ascended in tens of thousands of years?" Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed a few times, and he waved his hand and said, "That's all, I was just asking around. Seeing that there are many monks in Lingxian Mansion at this time, I wonder why they are gathered here?"

"Oh, it seems that senior doesn't know something. The mansion is currently preparing to hold an ancient treasure auction. Some heavyweight treasures will appear this time. If senior is interested, you can also participate." The old man replied with a smile.

"Auction meeting?" Ye Chunyang's heart moved.

He was planning to sell eight spiritual elixirs in exchange for some spiritual stones. Since Lingxian Mansion held an auction, it was just right.

Ye Chunyang immediately asked: "I wonder who will host this auction? I have some things I want to auction."

"The organizer of this auction is my Lingxian Mansion. I, the junior, will host the auction later. If the senior has items he wants to sell, he only needs to hand them over to the junior. However, after the bidding is over, I, Lingxian The government needs to take 10% of the proceeds from the senior's items as a reward." The old man said with a smile.

"good."

Ye Chunyang had no objection to this and handed a bottle of pills to the old man.

The old man took the elixir and looked at it, then glanced at Ye Chunyang and said, "According to the rules of the auction, I need to appraise the auction items. I wonder if you mind, senior?"

"It doesn't matter." Ye Chunyang waved his hand and said.

The old man was about to open the bottle and suddenly looked shocked.

A strong medicinal fragrance assaults the nose, and the eight elixirs all have a clear spiritual pattern. Although they are only low-grade, the quality of the elixirs and the amount of medicinal materials can be seen to be extraordinary.

"May I ask, senior, what is this elixir?" Although the old man is only a Nascent Soul cultivator, as the head of the Lingxian Mansion, he is naturally very discerning.

Ye Chunyang's eight elixirs are full of spirituality. They are obviously real elixirs, and their efficacy is extraordinary.

With Ye Chunyang's young appearance, not only has his cultivation reached the stage of becoming a god, but he is also an alchemist who can refine elixirs, which is shocking.

You must know that an alchemist is also an extremely rare profession in the spiritual world. After all, not everyone can possess the fire spirit root, and an alchemist has extremely high requirements for the control of spiritual consciousness. He must be a person with a very strong natural soul. Achievements.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the old man would never have believed that Ye Chunyang had such abilities under such a young appearance.

"These eight spiritual pills are called Qingxin Pills. Taking them during practice can enhance your concentration and prevent the invasion of inner demons." Ye Chunyang explained.

Before refining these pills, he had a clear goal.

When a cultivator is in seclusion and in meditation, he is most troubled by the inner demons. The higher the realm, the more this is the case. Because the higher the realm of cultivation, the more difficult the test of the state of mind is. If one is not careful and is invaded by the inner demon, thousands of years of cultivation will be destroyed in an instant, or even killed on the spot.

Therefore, pills that can improve concentration are still very popular in the world of immortal cultivation. The higher the quality, the higher the price.

Ye Chunyang also collected a lot of elixir recipes in the spirit world. With sufficient materials, it is naturally easy to refine.

"Qingxin Pill! This is an extremely rare pill!" The old man took a breath and looked at Ye Chunyang with a little more awe.

He resealed the bottle and said solemnly: "According to the market price, the starting price of each of these eight low-grade Qingxin Pills is at least one million spiritual stones. If all eight are auctioned together, it will be eight million. Given the importance of this pill to cultivators, I believe that after a round of bidding, the final price will not be less than 80 million spiritual stones."

Ye Chunyang was slightly satisfied with the offer. He had estimated the auction price of eight Qingxin Pills, but he didn't expect it to be so high.

He then handed all the pills to the old man, took a number plate and walked towards the venue.

"This man has achieved so much at such a young age. I think his identity is extraordinary. Given the quality of these eight Qingxin Pills, I'm afraid the price will be even higher if they are really auctioned?"

The old man looked at his back and his expression unconsciously became solemn.

The price he mentioned just now was just a conservative estimate. He had been in charge of the Lingxian Mansion for many years. He had presided over hundreds of auctions, big and small. He had seen countless medicinal pills and treasures, but he had never seen such a pure Qingxin Pill. If Ye Chunyang was an old monster, he might not be surprised, but Ye Chunyang looked too young.

At this time, Ye Chunyang had already walked into the venue. The small auction hall was full of people, all of whom were looking forward to the appearance of some treasure.

Ye Chunyang was not high-profile. He chose a quiet corner and waited patiently.

The lively atmosphere continued. People came to the venue one after another. There were human cultivators and some aliens of different shapes. The lowest cultivation level was at the Cave Heaven Realm and Nascent Soul Stage. Ye Chunyang also saw several people at the God Transformation Stage.

Ye Chunyang didn't pay much attention to this, but when he sat quietly for about half a minute, his expression suddenly condensed.

Two old men appeared in sight, their aura was as vast as the abyss. As soon as they entered the venue, the surroundings immediately became quiet, and everyone's expression became solemn.

Judging from the aura of cultivation exuded by the two, they were actually two powerful people in the Return to Void Stage!

"It's the Ghost Spirit Ancestor and Ao Xie Taoist!"

"One of them is a worshiper of the Earth Spirit Clan, and the other is a famous casual cultivator in the Tianhan Continent. They are all here!"

"You don't know yet? These two seniors arrived yesterday. Maybe they also came for this auction. It can attract powerful people in the Return to Void Stage. It seems that some treasures will really appear this time."

"..."

There was a whisper in the crowd. The Ghost Spirit Ancestor and Ao Xie Taoist ignored it and walked towards the venue with their hands behind their backs.

Ye Chunyang's pupils shrank slightly. He recognized that the Ghost Spirit Ancestor was the old man in the Return to Void Stage who killed the hemp-clothed monk on the island some time ago.

Judging from the posture of the other party's search at that time, it was obvious that he was looking for the iron sword buried underground by the hemp-clothed monk.

Now the iron sword is on him...

Ye Chunyang glanced at him, but he didn't show any emotion on the surface. But what made him feel depressed was that after Ghost Spirit Ancestor and Ao Xie Taoist glanced around the scene, their eyes suddenly locked on him!

Suddenly, Ye Chunyang felt a chill!

Could it be that Ghost Spirit Ancestor really discovered him on the island that day?

His mind turned quickly, secretly thinking whether to avoid him, but if he made any unusual movements at this time, it would make him suspicious.

So he simply sat still. He was in Xiuxian City at this time. Even if the other party was strong, he would not do anything to him. Let's see what the other party will do next.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something else. When Ye Chunyang was thinking about it in his heart, Ghost Spirit Ancestor and Ao Xie Taoist came over together, stopped right beside him, and looked at him.

Ye Chunyang was very scared. Could it be that the other party really noticed something?

He clenched his hands slightly, a trace of cold sweat seeped out, and the extreme danger was looming.

However, Ye Chunyang was no longer a rookie, so he naturally would not show any abnormality at this time.

Just as he was guessing, the Ghost Spirit Ancestor suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder!

Ye Chunyang's hair stood on end!

"Boy, get out of the way!"

Just as Ye Chunyang was tense, the Ghost Spirit Ancestor spoke calmly.