Takamagahara Auction House

Jun Tianlin and Wang Yu, meanwhile, spent the past three days as they normally did—going out for strolls, having fun, and fooling around in the bedroom. In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. Jun Tianlin had long since obtained tickets to the auction, spending three thousand high-grade spirit stones. He was fairly satisfied; they were private room tickets.

The Takamagahara Auction House, this enormous venue, stood directly on the centralmost street of Celestial Plain City. It officially opened once every ten thousand years, welcoming countless guests. This year in particular, news of many treasures had been deliberately leaked, drawing the attention of all the major clans.

At this moment, cultivators traveling along this north-south avenue packed together like sardines in a can, cramming the entire street until not even a drop of water could pass through. Disciples and heirs of the major clans had come, and even quite a few clan heads had arrived in person.

There were even... many powerful unknown experts, naturally disguised, hoping to use their strength to engage in murder and robbery. Usually, even if such people were a clan's deathsworn warriors, they would only be deployed when exceptionally valuable treasures appeared. Thus, even if they died, their clans would not acknowledge them.

Seeing so many people, Jun Tianlin did not bother making way for anyone. He walked straight to the entrance and handed his ticket to an attendant.

"Sir, your private room ticket is for Heavenly Room No. 28. After entering, go up to the third floor, turn left, and it will be the twenty-eighth room. There is a plaque above the door." The attendant at the entrance spoke respectfully. These people were indeed highly professional—no wonder they had been selected as greeters.

"Mm." Jun Tianlin slowly took back his ticket and