Isn't Everyone Pretty Good at Putting on a Show?

"Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this Zhang Yun, who's been trapped in this illusion for two whole months?"

Among the crowd, a handsome man in a long robe, dressed in the inner robe of the Azure Heaven Sect, opened his fan and looked at the person not far away, speaking to him.

Upon hearing that voice, Lin Hao knew who the other person was.

In this world, he likes to tease Zhang Yun, who is also Zhao Ting from the same sect.

However, being locked up for two whole months was actually quite funny.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan glanced at Zhang Yun again.

He remembered that the illusionary realm hadn't been open for that long. Could it be that the production team forgot about this part of the plot?

"Heh, Zhao Ting, all you're good at is talking."

Zhang Yun blushed with anger at Zhao Ting's words, but didn't want to continue the conversation.

The two are natural enemies; neither wants to give in to the other.

With so many people here, is there something good in store?

"I heard there will be a large auction tomorrow."

"Wow, really? Where did you hear that?"

"My aunt's second maternal uncle's second daughter-in-law's youngest son's neighbor is a guard in the city lord's mansion; he's very well-informed."

"No wonder there are so many unfamiliar faces today; I wonder what treasure they possess."

"Shh, I'll tell you a secret. They say they have High Antiquity Law Treasure, long-lost elixirs, and all sorts of secret Cultivation Method."

"Such a good thing? This is something only immortals can have."

"Heh, you think these people aren't immortals?"

Behind Lin Hao, two people spoke in hushed tones, but in a "loud" voice.

It kills two birds with one stone, explaining it to both the audience and the protagonist.

They were all lured here for this side quest.

Auction!

It was this!

Immediately, Lin Hao raised an eyebrow and gripped the cloth bag in his hand even tighter.

His salary within the sect was not much, only ten taels of silver per month.

Even if you save it up, it won't exceed a hundred taels.

Fortunately, when I went to avenge my family, I obtained tens of thousands of taels of silver notes from some places, so I figured I could buy some good things.

He secretly made plans in his mind.

Meanwhile, the main characters from other sects were thinking the same thing, thankfully they had accidentally discovered a cave abode and obtained tens of thousands of taels of silver.

That's right, it's wholesale; the production team prepared a large gift package of silver notes for each main character.

The queue at the city gate was very long, and the temperature was very hot.

This weather makes you not want to queue at all.

Some of the main characters were tempted, and even Lin Hao was wondering if there was a shortcut.

At this moment.

A young man shouted, "I can't take it anymore! I am a disciple of a major sect, how can I stand in line with them!"

Then, it soared into the air, about to leap over the city.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down?

This thought arose in the minds of those present, but if he could, perhaps they themselves...

"Ignoring the city's prohibitions, they flew in! Execute them!"

"Ignoring the city's prohibitions and showing no respect for the rules! Execute them!"

A mighty sound came from somewhere in the sky, resounding in everyone's ears.

Great power!

This city is under the jurisdiction of a powerful figure!

In the sky, the young man was clearly taken aback, then turned to run.

He wasn't given a chance, nor did he hesitate.

A large hand appeared out of thin air and grasped the young man in its grasp.

Blood mist filled the sky; not a single piece of flesh remained.

Silence!

Boundless silence!

No one expected that the final result would be like this.

However, there was too much blood mist.

Looking at the blood mist that covered an area of more than ten meters in radius, Lin Hao touched his head, his lips a little dry.

The city lord's cultivation level was unknown; a giant hand appeared out of thin air and crushed everyone else in an instant.

Not a single trace of Spiritual Qi was leaked from beginning to end.

Unbelievable.

"Technology is becoming more and more advanced, and Ding Qi is also making big investments."

Gu Yuan looked up at the blood mist, marveling at the advancements in technology.

Those large hands were created using virtual projection, and the effect was quite spectacular. As for the young man who exploded and died, he had already been replaced.

The blood mist was real, and this time it wasn't pig's blood.

It's human blood...

What a waste! You're using other people's donated blood for this.

The crowd below erupted in noise; clearly, the show's producers had achieved the desired intimidating effect.

It's for the main characters.

To prevent them from engaging in awkward situations such as stealing items from the auction house or fighting with other main characters.

"That's all there is to it."

Zhang Yun was proud and arrogant. As the first expert in the Azure Heaven Sect to break through to the "half-step Foundation Establishment, he always believed that he would be able to do it one day.

"Some people don't have any money on them; they'd better go back, or they'll embarrass themselves."

Zhang Yun glanced at Zhao Ting and said sarcastically.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Zhang, you'd better mind your own business. If you can't even compare to me in terms of food, clothing, and shelter, then Junior Brother Zhang is... hahaha."

Zhao Ting abruptly put away his fan and said with great disdain.

As if someone is broke.

Time passed.

The number of people queuing at the city gate was growing.

It must be said that the production team put in a lot of effort, at least in terms of the number of extras, they didn't skimp on anything.

Entering the city.

Everything you see has an antique charm...

Actually, Gu Yuan wanted to use a different word. How should I put it? It's like an ancient version of a commercial street.

It's not just about the layout, but also the types of things you sell.

The only thing missing is a street full of food stalls.

Is there really one?

As Gu Yuan passed an intersection, he saw a vendor selling fried skewers.

Inside the inn.

"Waiter, please prepare a superior room."

Lin Hao tossed out one or two taels of silver and asked the waiter to prepare a room.

The waiter glanced at Lin Hao, then at the silver.

"One thousand taels for the lower-class rooms, five thousand taels for the middle-class rooms, and ten thousand taels for the upper-class rooms."

"The woodshed, twenty taels."

Lin Hao: "..."

Ten thousand taels for a superior room?

Even the woodshed costs twenty taels!

How can two months' salary from one's own sect be enough to live in a woodshed?

You're just trying to rip me off, aren't you?

I really don't want to stay in this room anymore!

"By the way, anyone wandering around at night will be arrested and executed by the city lord's mansion."

The waiter added another sentence.

"I choose the woodshed."

In order to film something good tomorrow, Lin Hao successfully chose the woodshed.

As expected of being in the city center, accommodation is really expensive.

The backyard of the guesthouse.

Push open the door to the woodshed.

Lin Hao was somewhat stunned.

Zhang Yun, Zhao Ting, Mo Yuan, and several other acquaintances...

The atmosphere was awkward.

No one spoke.

They were all disciples of major sects, and now that they had met in the woodshed, they really didn't know what to say.

Zhang Yun didn't try to be pretentious; he simply covered his face with a piece of wood in a corner.

Zhao Ting took a handful of straw from who-knows-where and covered himself with it as well.

Everyone seemed to be putting on airs at the city gate, how come we run into each other here?

"Greetings, everyone."

Lin Hao stood there for a while, forced out a sentence, and then found an empty seat.

A while later.

The woodshed is full...