Auction Convention (Part One)

Green peaks towered into the clouds. At their summit lay a deep pool, tranquil as a mirror, reflecting wisps of white cloud in the sky.

This was True Martial Blessed Land, the foundation of the Northern Plains Yuan Family.

The surname Yuan was not rare; it was quite ordinary, found throughout all five regions—Southern Border, Eastern Sea, Western Desert, and beyond. But in Northern Plains, the surname Yuan carried far greater weight, representing a super force and supreme authority.

Above the deep pool, an old man in white robes danced with a long spear. His aura was vast and majestic, stirring rolling clouds and setting countless pines roaring in the wind.

The old man had white hair but was full of vigor. As his body shifted, he was sometimes swift as lightning, sometimes still as a boulder. The long spear stretched and coiled in his hands like a roaming dragon, brimming with spiritual grace.

Yet no matter how great a disturbance he stirred, the lake atop this green peak remained utterly rippleless, calm as a mirror.

The lake itself teemed with life. Aquatic plants swayed without waves, and a large school of carp stared through the water's surface at the white-robed elder wielding his spear. Their little mouths opened and closed continuously as they began to speak.

"Old Yuan, not bad. Quite pleasing to watch."

"That thrust was good. It carried a little of Spear Daoist's shadow from back then."

"Mm, but that sweeping strike went too far. It was somewhat off-balance."

Hearing the carp's remarks, the white-robed elder abruptly stopped and descended to the edge of the pool.

The long spear in his hand suddenly bloomed with white light, turning into a Gu and entering the wide sleeve of his robe. Then he bowed to the carp in the