Lin Xuan knew nothing of Old Devil Gu's arrangements, but with his wealth of experience, of course he would not be naive enough to think this matter would be so easily written off.
The other party had been overjoyed to obtain two pieces of Black Obsidian Stone; as for a first-rate Cauldron, naturally there was even less reason to let it go.
Fifty million mid-grade Spirit Stones might be a sizable sum to a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, but Old Devil Gu was a Spirit Division-level cultivator, and one of the two Supreme Elders of the Heavenly Corpse Sect besides.
His status and strength were right there for all to see. This amount of Spirit Stones, though not exactly beneath mention, was nothing remarkable either.
For the other party to actually give up the bidding—there was something strange about this matter from every angle.
He did not know the other party's specific arrangements, but this matter definitely would not simply end here.
Lin Xuan understood that much in his heart.
And at this very moment, although he was in a dragon's pool and tiger's den, he was instead safe, because with so many people and so many eyes around, no matter how much that Old Devil Gu hated him, he would not smash the Ten Thousand Treasures Assembly's signboard over such a trifling matter.
Doing that would bring more loss than gain. The other party definitely would not do something so foolish.
These past two days, Lin Xuan had lived at ease and leisure. On the surface, not the slightest abnormality could be seen, but after the scene at the Ten Thousand Treasures Assembly that day, he had become rather famous among the visiting cultivators.
Wherever he went, people pointed and whispered. Lin Xuan did not care. The more it was