A Cauldron Traded, a Yin Demonic Corpse Forged

Three days later, Cold Wind City's grand gathering began. A smaller gathering was held every ten years, and a grand one every sixty. Since this Immortal City was founded on reclaimed land, it had hosted fewer than ten grand gatherings.

Outside Cold Wind City at night, bitter wind and snow howled. Ordinary cultivators could not stay there long, and the temperature swung drastically between day and night.

Inside the city, however, the Array Barrier kept it warm as spring in every season. At night, its streets blazed with lights.

"Fellow Daoist Liehuo."

"This must be Fellow Daoist White Bone."

"After you, fellow daoist."

As the Auction and Trading Fair opened, Nascent Soul Cultivators appeared one after another. Some greeted each other with smiles; others merely nodded, making no effort to draw closer.

Still others concealed their identities, swept a cold glance over the crowd, and headed straight for the Trading Hall.

But when Lin Chang'an appeared, quite a few people greeted him despite his fearsome reputation.

Nearly all of them had come for his standing as a Fourth-Rank Mid-Grade Alchemist.

In the distance, Core Formation sect heads, Sect Masters, and leaders of major factions kept their heads respectfully lowered, not daring to cause the slightest disturbance. Only after the Nascent Soul Cultivators had entered did they breathe a sigh of relief and follow.

"Guild Master!"

The Bing Clan Chamber of Commerce had brought eight Core Formation Cultivators. The rest were managing its holdings elsewhere or guarding them.

"You go in. I'll join the seniors."

Bing Yun said it calmly before everyone, but something about her matter-of-fact tone struck them.

Sure enough, the Core Formation Cultivators of her own chamber of commerce looked stunned, each privately guessing at the relationship between them.

The other factions' members narrowed their eyes. After a