Black-Corner Region

The Black-Corner Region was famed across the continent for its chaos. Due to its unique terrain, it had practically become the most disorderly region on the entire continent. Countless fugitive experts from various nations had fled here and, in their desperation, established the most barbaric rules. Moreover, this place gathered all manner of races from across the continent besides humans, making it like a miniature version of the continent itself.

Canaan Academy had been built within the Black-Corner Region. Though many people on the continent were puzzled as to why such a chaotic land, so utterly incompatible with the atmosphere of an ancient and venerable academy like Canaan Academy, existed outside it, existence was truth regardless. Although it had endured all kinds of suppression over the years, the Black-Corner Region still continued to expand at an astonishing rate, doubling in size again and again. This left the forces that wished to suppress the region feeling powerless.

However, although the Black-Corner Region's chaos was famous throughout the continent, the high-tier cultivation techniques, Dou Techniques, medicinal pills, and other rare treasures that passed through here attracted many of the continent's experts. After all, these were necessities that even they coveted. Obtaining a cultivation technique more advanced than the one they practiced would allow them to advance another step on the path to becoming stronger. Such temptation was undoubtedly fatal to those experts.

Thus, the Black-Corner Region was like a dark, bottomless pit. Countless rare treasures flowed into this place through all kinds of channels, only to be auctioned off at sky-high prices as innumerable people fought over them. To some, the Black-Corner Region was paradise.

Not long after Huo Xuan arrived in the Black-Corner Region, some fools who did not fear death tried to rob him. Without exception, they all died by his hand. Over the next few days, the number of people who had died at his hands had already reached three digits. If not for the fragment of the Purifying Lotus Demon Flame map and the Fallen Heart Flame, Huo Xuan would never have come here.

Yan Jin had already settled the matter of Huo Xuan subduing the Fallen Heart Flame. In order to obtain that Fallen Heart Flame, Yan Jin had pestered Lei Ying for over a year. The Flame Clan had given the Lei Clan quite a few good things before the Lei Clan finally agreed to hand the Fallen Heart Flame over to the Flame Clan.

As for the fragment of the Purifying Lotus Demon Flame map, Huo Xuan remembered that it would appear at an auction in Black Seal City. Every auction drew countless people into fierce competition, and Black Seal City's annual grand auction was set to begin today.

Upon arriving in Black Seal City, Huo Xuan's group immediately headed toward the auction venue. At the end of the crowded street, a colossal auction house appeared before Huo Xuan's eyes.

"May I ask for your seat number?" As Huo Xuan's group entered the auction house, a pretty maid hurried over and asked respectfully.

Huo Xuan directly handed over a card he had prepared in advance. When the maid saw its color, surprise flashed through her eyes, and her attitude became even more respectful. She bowed slightly and said gently, "Sir has a Level One VIP Card. Please follow me." With that, the maid hurriedly led the way while Huo Xuan's group followed leisurely behind her.

The maid wound through the enormous venue for nearly ten minutes before finally stopping near the Crystal Auction Platform. She pointed out a row of seats and smiled at Huo Xuan's group before bowing and withdrawing.

Seated in his chair, Huo Xuan suddenly raised a brow. He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping toward a row of seats not far ahead. There, a pale-faced young man was looking at him with a strange expression in his eyes.

"Young Sect Master, what is it?" The pale, handsome young man slowly withdrew his gaze. Beside him, an old man with an equally pale face asked in a low voice.

"Nothing. I just find that fellow a little strange. And when I look at him, I actually feel a strange... sense of wariness?" As he spoke, Fan Ling chuckled at himself and shook his head.

"Hehe, Young Sect Master must have sensed it incorrectly. Although the Blood Sect's cultivation technique is extremely cold and naturally fears certain extreme flames, there are only a few people in the entire Black-Corner Region who possess flames of that level," the old man said with a smile.

"Perhaps." The young man nodded. The few people who possessed such flames were all peak experts in the Black-Corner Region, and this newly arrived black-robed man was clearly not among them. He stopped letting his imagination run wild, turned his gaze toward the crystal platform, and muttered softly, "I wonder whether that information is true. If it is, Father said that no matter the price, we must get it."

"Hehe, rest assured, Young Sect Master. The Sect Master has already made preparations in secret. Even if that thing falls into someone else's hands, they definitely will not be able to leave Black Seal City alive within ten miles," the old man said with a sinister laugh.

"That would be ideal." A cold curve rose at the corner of the young man's lips as he gradually closed his eyes and quietly waited for the auction to begin.

As Fan Ling closed his eyes, several forces not far from them were whispering among themselves. If one could hear their conversations, one would discover a common point: they all involved some mysterious item, and that item seemed to be the final lot of this auction.