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The bidding for the Third-grade Pill Recipe was equally fierce, but in the end, it was calmly won by a mysterious middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat.

After the auction ended, Jiang Lin and the others bid farewell to Xiao Yan and Xiao Xun'er, then found the staff in the backstage area of the Mite'er Auction House.

Ya Fei received them with a smile. "Esteemed guests, after fees are deducted, the total comes to seventeen thousand gold coins. Please accept it."

Jiang Lin took the wooden box containing the Magic Core Fossil, while Mr. Yao accepted the gold card Ya Fei handed over.

Mr. Yao suddenly asked, "Miss Ya Fei, does your clan have any Storage Rings for sale?"

Storage Rings? Jiang Lin's eyes lit up at the mention of them as he held the wooden box. He had coveted such spatial treasures for a long time. Unfortunately, his mother had not left him anything related to them, and with his current strength, Jiang Lin had no way to come into contact with a Storage Ring.

Ya Fei chuckled. "Mr. Yao, you've come to the right person. Auctions in the Imperial Capital, where the main branch is located, occasionally have news of Storage Rings being put up for sale. However, their numbers are extremely limited, and their prices are exceptionally high. Even the cheapest Storage Ring, with only one cubic meter of storage space, starts at one hundred thousand gold coins. Moreover, barter is the usual method of transaction."

Ya Fei's words indicated that the Miteer Clan had channels for obtaining a small number of Storage Rings, but their supply was exceedingly limited and their prices extraordinarily high.

Logically speaking, ordinary Dou Qi Cultivators had no access to special spatial Dou Artifacts like Storage Rings, which were at least Mysterious-grade. Those who could wear one were generally at the Dou Wang realm, while the luckier ones could obtain one at the Dou Ling realm.

However, just as Dou Artifacts of even slightly higher grades were generally worth more than pills of the same grade, much of a Storage Ring's value lay in the fact that a single ring could be passed down for decades or even centuries. This gave low-level Dou Qi Cultivators an opportunity to own one. Although Profound-grade Artifact Forgers were very slow when crafting Storage Rings, their lifespan was simply too long. Thus, over time, Storage Rings that had once been exclusive to high-level Dou Qi experts would gradually make their way into the hands of Dou Masters and Dou Lings.

"Mm, I understand. Thank you for clearing that up, Miss Ya Fei." Mr. Yao nodded slightly to Ya Fei, then led Jiang Lin out of the Mite'er Auction House and headed toward the inn where they were staying.

As they left the auction house, someone secretly cast a glance at the wooden box in Jiang Lin's hands, but in the end, no one tried to kill them and steal their goods.

Since Mr. Yao and Jiang Lin had not concealed their appearances, everyone knew what they had bid on: a Magic Core Fossil. Such a thing was useless to the vast majority of people. Even if someone stole it, they could only keep it at home as an ornament or put it back on the market. Besides, Mr. Yao's aura was at least that of a Da Dou Shi. Risking an ambush against a Da Dou Shi whose true strength could not be seen for a Magic Core Fossil worth ten thousand gold coins and unusable by most people was not a worthwhile deal no matter how one looked at it.

Of course, if it had been something like pills, something that could be consumed at once, then someone might have been willing to take that risk.

"When traveling outside, if you have the strength but are only doing small things, being direct will save you a great deal of trouble. If you lack strength yet want to do great things, hide yourself as much as possible and avoid drawing attention. You can still live well that way." Mr. Yao had naturally noticed the others' gazes, so on the way back to the inn, he taught Jiang Lin some life-preserving experience for the martial world.

"I understand, Mr. Yao." Jiang Lin nodded to show that he understood.

After returning to the inn, Jiang Lin took out the Magic Core Fossil and studied it over and over for half a day, yet failed to make anything of it. In Jiang Lin's Spiritual Sense, the fossil crystal, which glimmered with brilliant blue specks like stars beneath the lamplight, was a pale blue flame.

Jiang Lin's Spiritual Sense had always been terrifying. Within a range of three meters, he could see the color and intensity of other people's Dou Qi, and he could also see the energy changes in various materials within high-temperature flames. Beyond three meters, he could vaguely sense certain unusual things, but the farther away they were, the weaker this effect became. Beyond ten meters, he was no different from anyone else. However, Jiang Lin had also discovered that the range of his Spiritual Sense was gradually expanding. Though it was slow, there was still a little hope, wasn't there?

For instance, from that distant glimpse before, Xiao Xun'er had given Jiang Lin the impression that this girl's color was different from everyone around her.

When they met at close range for the second time, Xiao Xun'er had felt to Jiang Lin like a flaming lotus radiating pale golden light.

And Xiao Yan, the genius Dou Zhe who was very close to Xiao Xun'er, was a somewhat dim crimson spark. He was stronger than others, but beside Xiao Xun'er, he seemed rather dull.

That ring on Xiao Yan's hand gives me an incredibly cold feeling. I finally managed to leave home for once, so why is this tiny Wutan City filled with troublesome things everywhere?

Seeing that he could not discern anything from the Magic Core Fossil in a short time, Jiang Lin gave up wasting more time in the guest room. He packed the fossil away and placed it beside Mr. Yao, who was meditating on the wooden bed nearby.

For safety's sake, Jiang Lin was sharing a room with Mr. Yao.

Afterward, Jiang Lin took out the rusty iron fragment he had picked up at the market during the day.

This rusty iron fragment gives me a very special feeling. It has no color, no radiance. It feels like something colorless and formless.

Jiang Lin examined the rusty iron fragment under the lamplight, but after studying it for a long while, he still found nothing.

Mr. Yao, seated on the wooden bed, turned to look at Jiang Lin, who had been staring at the rusty iron fragment at the wooden table like a fool for half the day. He felt rather speechless. "Stop fiddling around. Get some rest. We'll head back tomorrow morning."

"Alright." Jiang Lin rubbed his eyes, put away the iron fragment, and lay down beside Mr. Yao.

However, just as Jiang Lin was about to sleep, he suddenly thought of something. He took the rusty iron fragment out of his pocket again and placed it against his forehead. Other than feeling a little itchy, there was no effect at all.

"Did it work?" Mr. Yao asked.

". . . No," Jiang Lin answered weakly.

". . . Sleep." With a casual wave of his hand, Mr. Yao sent his Dou Qi out of his body and extinguished the candle flame. The room immediately fell into darkness.

In the darkness, Jiang Lin felt a heavy drowsiness wash over him. He did not even remove the iron fragment from his forehead before unknowingly falling asleep.

In the night, Mr. Yao curiously looked at Jiang Lin, who had turned over and fallen asleep at once, and thought, Being young is nice. He falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.

Then he thought no more of it and silently meditated to cultivate, using meditation in place of sleep.

Normal Dou Qi cultivation methods could use meditation in place of sleep, but Jiang Lin's Forging Fire Art could not. Considering that the Forging Fire Art could be cultivated by Dou Qi Apprentices, this seemed somewhat reasonable.

The next morning, when Jiang Lin opened his eyes with an inflamed forehead, his gaze was filled with clear, foolish innocence.