The White Elephant Ridge Holy Son and the Fire Crow Daoist

Yan Chihuo laughed heartily and waved a hand. A pile of Jade Crystals appeared in the air. "Here are six thousand Jade Crystals. When the auction begins in three days, don't forget to remind me."

The snake demon stretched out a hand, and the Jade Crystals vanished as he put them away. With a broad smile, he said, "Rest assured, Senior. I will certainly notify you."

Yan Chihuo turned and entered his room. Though Hundred Spirits City was large, its scenery was truly nothing special. Along the way, Yan Chihuo had noticed that perhaps because the auction was about to be held, the various shops had few customers as well. Thus, he could not be bothered to browse around and planned to cultivate indoors for the next few days.

He did not ask who occupied the other room. In any case, he had no desire to make friends. Yan Chihuo sat cross-legged in meditation inside the room. After a long while, an exceedingly strange sensation suddenly arose from the unseen—a familiar person seemed to have arrived, yet perhaps an enemy instead. Faintly, he sensed a measure of danger as well.

Yan Chihuo was slightly startled. He was proficient in divination, and such an omen was truly rare. At once, he took more than ten tortoise shells from his storage ring and placed them according to the five directions of east, south, west, north, and center. The instant the shells were laid down, both his eyelids began twitching furiously. Even among mortals, there was the saying, "A twitching left eye brings disaster, a twitching right eye brings wealth," and in the cultivation world, everyone believed it even more firmly.

Yan Chihuo thought to himself, *This is an omen of fortune and disaster leaning against one another. It seems this may not