Bai Wuya is sitting cross-legged on the futon in the practice room, surrounded by light cyan Dou Qi, which is constantly flowing like mist. His eyes are slightly closed, and his breath is condensed and isolated from the outside world.
Outside the door, spies came in quietly one after another, kneeling on one knee and reporting in a low voice the intelligence gathered from nearby cities.
"Eldest Young Master, Qingyan City Alchemist Guild has not registered any new Fourth-grade Alchemist in the past six months."
"Return to Eldest Young Master, Blackwater City. The whereabouts of all well-known alchemists can be verified, and no one matches the characteristics of Jiang."
"According to Medicine City hidden stake report, there is no such person among the children of the local medicine refining family."
As news came one after another, Bai Wuya's closed eyes finally slowly opened.
Those eyes were as deep as a deep pool, yet as sharp as a knife edge.
"So this Master Jiang is not from any nearby city at all."
His voice is low and magnetic.
The spy leader kneeling at the front said solemnly.
"Eldest Young Master Mingjian. My subordinates and others can't find any record consistent with this Master Jiang within at least a thousand miles."
Bai Wuya's slender fingers gently tapped his knees, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Is it interesting that a Fourth-grade Alchemist of unknown origin would be willing to be the guest of my incompetent ninth brother?"
Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and one of the older staff members spoke carefully.
"Eldest Young Master, maybe this Master Jiang has taken a fancy to the potential of Ninth Young Master?"
"Potential? What potential does Bai Xiaofeng have?"
Bai Wuya chuckled lightly, with a bit of disdain in the laughter.
He slowly stood up, dressed in white clothes without wind, and his whole body Dou Qi faintly formed a dragon-shaped shadow.
Nine-Star Battle Spirit's peak pressure made everyone present subconsciously hold their breath.
"Either this Master Jiang has other plans.
Bai Wuya walked to the window and looked in the direction of Jiang Donghua.
"Either he isn't Fourth-grade Alchemist at all!"
He suddenly turned around, his eyes brightening.
These words were like a thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
the staff member asked cautiously.
"Eldest Young Master means this person may be a liar?"
Bai Wuya did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.
"Have you ever seen him refining Fourth-grade Pill with your own eyes?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Have you ever found any proof of his identity?"
Shake his head again.
Bai Wuya sneered.
"A master who appears out of thin air and a stupid brother who is eager for success are a perfect match."
He stood with his hands behind his hands, and his tone suddenly turned cold.
"Keep checking! I want to know the true origin of this Jiang Donghua."
Bai Wuya's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
"Send someone to keep an eye on Lao Jiu's movements. If this master can really refine Fire Spirit Pill, win him over immediately. If he fails to win over him, let him disappear!"
He didn't finish his words, but everyone present understood the unfinished threat.
"My subordinate understands!"
The spies kowtowed heavily and then quietly retreated with everyone.
After everyone left, Bai Wuya returned to the futon and sat cross-legged. Looking at his palms, a blue Dou Qi flame gradually condensed in his palms.
"The breakthrough Dou Wang is about to happen! I hope this alchemist who suddenly appears will not ruin my big event."
He whispered to himself.
As he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath again, the entire practice room fell into silence again.
Only the ball of Azure Flame was beating brightly and darkly in his palm.
In the early morning, Heavenly Snake City was already buzzing with people outside the giant auction house in the center.
This majestic building made of obsidian is glowing with a cold black light, and a ferocious snake head emblem hangs on the main door, which is the symbol of Heavenly Snake City.
At the entrance of the auction house, dozens of guards with strong auras stood on both sides, the lowest level was Da Dou Shi.
Their eyes were like knives, scrutinizing every person entering the room.
"Without Da Dou Shi's strength, we are not even qualified to enter!"
A Dou Shi who tried to muddle through was thrown out unceremoniously and fell heavily on the street, causing a burst of laughter.
Jiang Donghua and Hong Ling mixed in the crowd and walked slowly forward.
Hong Ling glanced at the embarrassed monk and whispered.
"This Heavenly Snake City has the words "the weak and the strong" written on its face."
Jiang Donghua chuckled lightly, pointed at the VIP card Bai Xiaofeng sent yesterday, and said calmly.
"It doesn't matter, we are honored guests today anyway."
As soon as the two of them reached the entrance, a deacon in brocade robes with sharp eyes and a smile immediately greeted them.
"Oops! Isn't this Master Jiang?!"
The deacon's face was full of flattery, and his waist was bent almost to the ground.
"Ninth Young Master has already given instructions, how can you two sit in the lobby? Please follow me, Ninth Young Master has been waiting in the VIP room on the second floor for a long time!"
Jiang Donghua raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised.
"Oh? And this kind of treatment?"
The deacon nodded repeatedly.
"That's natural! You are Ninth Young Master's guest and cannot be ignored!"
Hong Ling transmitted the message secretly.
"Junior brother, this Bai Xiaofeng knows how to behave."
Jiang Donghua raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered in his heart.
"It's just a way to win over people's hearts."
But he didn't show it on his face, just nodded slightly.
"Then please lead the way."
The two of them followed the deacon's guidance and walked through the bustling auction hall.
The hall was buzzing with people, and strong men from all walks of life were gathered in small groups, chatting in low voices, or staring intensely at the treasures on display on the stage.
At the lowest level, the breaths of Da Dou Shi are intertwined together, forming an invisible sense of oppression.
Jiang Donghua looked as usual and walked calmly, as if he didn't care about the hustle and bustle around him, but secretly, his eyes were quietly scanning the crowd, observing possible eyeliners.
"It seems that those young masters and ladies like Bai Clan are not the only ones who are targeting me!"
He sneered in his heart, but his face remained calm.
Soon, the two were taken to the second floor of the auction house.
The decoration here is obviously much more luxurious than that on the first floor. The corridor is paved with dark red Warcraft fur carpets, and the box doors on both sides are inlaid with gilt numbers, showing their noble status.
The deacon respectfully pushed open the box door marked with the character nine and bowed.
"Master Jiang, please."
Jiang Donghua stepped in, followed closely by Hong Ling.
In the box, Bai Xiaofeng had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Jiang Donghua come in, he immediately stood up to greet him with a smile on his face.
"Master Jiang! You are finally here!"
He greeted warmly.
Jiang Donghua smiled slightly and cupped his hands.
"Ninth Young Master You're welcome, I wonder if there is anything worthy of attention in today's auction?"
Bai Xiaofeng laughed, clapped his hands, and a maid immediately offered Spirit Tea and spiritual fruit.
"Master Jiang Don't worry, today's auction is Heavenly Snake City's annual event, and the final items are said to make even the strong Dou Zong excited!"
Jiang Donghua nodded and looked through the one-way crystal window in front of the box to the main auction table below.