Wu Yong shook his head and cast those fantasies from his mind.
Besides that fragment of a map, there was also a Seventh-grade Pill that seemed useless as hell.
Then there was the low-tier Earth Tier movement Dou Technique: Three Thousand Lightning Movement.
Compared with the Seventh-grade Pill that Wu Yong had no use for, he had coveted this movement technique for a long time, talking about it ever since his days in the Outer Academy.
Now, he could finally get his hands on this rare movement Dou Technique.
"If Xiao Yan didn't get those two map fragments, won't the fragment at the auction fail to sell?"
Wu Yong suddenly realized a crucial problem. It seemed he had to take over the role that originally belonged to Xiao Yan.
Other things could go wrong, but this map fragment absolutely could not have any mishaps.
The day of the Eight-Fan Sect auction soon arrived. After coordinating with Su Qian, Wu Yong set off from the Inner Academy.
Half an hour later, Wu Yong looked at the dense sea of heads outside the auction house and felt that most of them had come merely to watch the excitement.
He took out a full-face mask and black robe he had prepared long ago. A breeze swept into the auction house, carrying away a numbered placard along with it.
Number 142.
A figure wearing a mask and black robe quietly took a seat. Looking around, Wu Yong found that half the people were dressed similarly.
No one was an idiot. In the chaotic Black-Corner Region, concealing one's identity was extremely necessary.
Wu Yong did not completely conceal his aura. Instead, he revealed part of it, making himself seem roughly like a Nine-Star Da Dou Shi. That was enough to intimidate most people.
Having grown up in the Black-Corner Region, Wu Yong naturally blended into the crowd below.
As the crystal platform suddenly lit up, the auction officially began.
"The first auction item is an icy sword inlaid with a third-tier ice-attributed magical core, sharp enough to slice through iron like mud..."
After confirming that the first item matched his memories, Wu Yong quietly watched on, waiting for his own turn to take the stage.
Time passed bit by bit as one auction item after another was brought out, all of them treasures of excellent quality.
However, most were below the fifth tier, so Wu Yong could not be bothered to pay much attention.
There were also auctions for some exceptionally beautiful female slaves, but Wu Yong had no interest in women whose potential could be seen at a glance and who had no role to play at all.
Only when the Two-Pattern Green Spirit Pill appeared did Wu Yong raise an eyelid, understanding at once.
After the Blood Sect's Young Sect Leader bought the Flight Dou Technique, the great treasure Wu Yong had been awaiting for so long finally appeared as well.
"...Although this is only a fragment of a map, what if you can one day gather a complete map? If your luck is good enough, perhaps this map conceals a treasure capable of shaking the entire continent!"
The elderly auctioneer wore a sly grin as he used such provocative words to stir everyone's interest in bidding for the tattered scrap of cloth.
Unfortunately, no one was stupid. No one knew how much time it would take to complete something so incomplete.
No one was willing to spend money on something uncertain. After all, their money did not grow on trees.
Listening to the mocking laughter below, the auctioneer helplessly shook his head. "All right, this old man understands what everyone is thinking, so the starting price for this item is set at one hundred thousand gold coins."
The auction house fell silent for a moment. After waiting a while, Wu Yong raised his placard and spoke in a somewhat lazy voice. "One hundred and ten thousand gold coins."
"Very good! Guest number 142 bids one hundred and ten thousand gold coins. Any higher bids?!"
"One hundred and twenty thousand gold coins."
The next moment, a voice came from the VIP seats.
Wu Yong followed the voice with his gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The plot had changed. That brat Xiao Yan was actually competing with him...
"Very good, this honored guest bids one hundred and twenty thousand gold coins. Any higher bids?"
"One hundred and thirty thousand gold coins!"
Wu Yong glanced at the bidder, then slowly closed his eyes, finding things increasingly interesting.
Good. The plot had returned to its original course again.
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
"Two hundred thousand."
Perhaps because the Heavenly Flames aura on Xiao Yan made the Blood Sect man dislike him, the two began competing against each other.
However, Yao Lao naturally did not want to pay too high a price for a map fragment of unknown significance.
Thus, the map fragment still ended up in Fan Ling's hands.
Beneath his mask, the corners of Wu Yong's mouth lifted slightly. Looking at the later auction items, he was in an excellent mood.
Especially as he listened to the major factions call out astronomical prices while competing for that Earth Tier Dou Technique, his mood grew even better.
Heh heh heh... These people from the Black-Corner Region really are filthy rich.
Wu Yong silently thought to himself. If he wiped out all these factions, his gains would surely be substantial, right?
Heh heh heh...
As the auction ended, Wu Yong blended into the crowd and left the auction house.
After leaving the auction house, Wu Yong completely restrained his aura and vanished into the crowd.
He hid in the shadows, monitoring Fan Ling's movements.
Seeing that the brat still planned to rest at an inn tonight, Wu Yong could not help rolling his eyes and found lodging nearby as well.
With the Wind Whisper Technique, Wu Yong was not worried that the brat would get away.
Besides, a monk might run, but the temple could not.
If Wu Yong had not wanted to swallow all those items in one go, fearing that something might get damaged, he would have robbed them directly.
A Two-Star Dou Emperor was nothing in Wu Yong's eyes.
Not only the Blood Sect, but also the Heavenly Snake Mansion and Black Skull Tomb were all under Wu Yong's watch.
After making calculations in his mind, Wu Yong ultimately gave up on acting tonight.
He would wait until they left the city. There were too many eyes in the city, and any disturbance would be too conspicuous.
If he alerted one faction while attacking another and alarmed the rest, Wu Yong would suffer a huge loss.
He would wait until they left the city, put some distance between them, and let the information fly for a while. Then Wu Yong could chase down time with his ultimate speed and strike all of them almost simultaneously, swallowing up all these treasures!
The night grew deep, and all their whispers fell into Wu Yong's ears.
Wu Yong nodded from time to time, wearing an expression of sudden realization.
[We Are All Melon-Eating Crowd] (White Common): Every day, you can obtain one jin of sunflower seeds, with a random flavor.
"...That works too. It's much better than those five twenty-five-yuan coupons."
Wu Yong nodded. Having broken through to Dou Emperor, he had another empty trait slot, so he replaced the white trait [Celebratory Wine is Ready for You].
As white light flickered, one jin of black sunflower seeds appeared before Wu Yong.
Wu Yong tried one and found that they were the kind he liked, lightly flavored but with plump kernels. He nodded in satisfaction.
"If all future white traits are like this, I won't complain. At least I think they're—pfft, pfft, pfft... pretty useful."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
Wu Yong leisurely cracked sunflower seeds while listening in on every move made by those factions, occasionally taking a sip of tea.
Just like that, the night passed, and the major factions left the city one after another.
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