However, when the river clam and the snipe fought, the fisherman profited. Although Lin Xuan was unharmed and had not been affected in the slightest, on the surface, he still put on a pained expression, reacting exactly like the other immortal cultivators, and fell to the ground with a thump.
Keeping up a false front!
After being tempered by so many storms, Lin Xuan's acting was absolutely first-rate.
Even face-to-face, Elder Mo would never be able to see the slightest flaw, much less when he would never make such an assumption in the first place. Ever since entering the auction, Lin Xuan had kept his mountains hidden and his waters unshown. Who could have imagined he was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, and that even the ancient poison Immortal Drunkenness had not the slightest effect on him?
As the saying went, the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. A sudden change had erupted at the auction, but who would have the last laugh was still an unknown number.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream entered their ears. Gongsun Old Devil's head had already been taken off. So what if he was an old monster of the Dongxuan Realm? Right now, he could not bring out even the slightest bit of magic power in his entire body. Was he not just a cripple, able only to let others carve him up?
Light flashed, and a Nascent Soul about an inch tall appeared before them. The spiritual light around its body was dim to the extreme, and it did not even have the magic power to attempt Teleportation.
This was where Immortal Drunkenness was so formidable. Not only the physical body, even the Nascent Soul was poisoned along with it.
To be fair, if an old monster