Underground Auction, Goodbye Mysterious Black Iron Shard

The red-robed young man stood nine feet tall, with fair, clean features. A jade pendant glinting with red light hung at his waist, its surface carved with a miniature red carp. Red maple leaf patterns adorned his sleeves, clearly an emblem of his identity.

The cultivation clans and sects of the Central Heaven Continent were as numerous as the hairs on an ox, and there were especially many powers guarded by Nascent Soul Cultivators. Han Changming only recognized the relatively powerful factions and could not discern the red-robed young man's origins.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, it's been a long time. Didn't Wan'er come?"

Fang Yuruo greeted him with a smile. From her words, the two were clearly acquainted.

"Your Hundred Beasts Merchant Alliance is holding a grand auction, a grand event that comes only once every two hundred years. How could my sister possibly miss it? She's probably picking out spirit insects at the Hundred Beasts Tower!"

The red-robed young man smiled, then turned his gaze toward Han Changming. Cupping his hands, he asked, "I am Qin Yunfeng of Red Maple Fort. How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?"

"I am Han Changming. A pleasure to meet you, Fellow Daoist Han."

Han Changming did not dare to be negligent and gave his name.

Red Maple Fort—judging by the name, it was most likely a cultivation clan.

"Fellow Daoist Han is a friend my seventh sister made, and he is also a fourth-rank alchemist. His alchemy is even better than mine. Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist Qin is also a fourth-rank alchemist, and his alchemy is no worse than mine."

Fang Yuruo spoke warmly, singing the praises of both Han Changming and Qin Yunfeng.

"You flatter me, Fairy Fang. I have merely learned a few superficial skills. How could I compare with