Pawns at the Auction

The Demon Race's official chess pieces had already been set in place.

At this moment, an auction was also underway in Yang Province City.

This was the largest treasure auction in Yang Province City, drawing distinguished figures from every circle.

Officials and wealthy merchants all enjoyed attending this sort of gathering.

Some came to broaden their horizons, some to flaunt their wealth, and others were Rogue Cultivators hoping to pick up overlooked treasures.

Mortals had limited eyesight; there were many things they could not see, but cultivators could spot the issues within them.

A few cultivators from Dao Lineages also came, though their numbers were small.

At this moment, the owner of Antique Studio was seated beneath the auction stage.

He gazed eagerly ahead. Today, he would auction off that mysterious ancient painting he had acquired.

Among the crowd was a cultivator from a Dao Lineage. He was a Confucian scholar from the Academy of Heavenly Principle, at the Foundation Establishment realm, named Huang Yuliang.

Huang Yuliang had come to attend this auction with his friend.

He rarely went out, and this time, he had come to see more of the world.

His friend was the young master of a wealthy merchant family, lavish with his spending. He was also a member of the School of Merchants among the Hundred Schools of Thought, named Shang Qiujun.

The two were chatting when Huang Yuliang said, "Will an auction like this really have anything good?"

Huang Yuliang's face was like polished jade. He was a refined young gentleman, steeped from head to toe in an air of Confucian elegance; cultivation had seeped into his very bones.

Shang Qiujun, beside him, was a fat man weighing at least two hundred jin. He looked exceedingly greasy, decked head to toe in gold and silver,