Not Dead? Xiao Yan Was Still Alive?

Selling jars?

Gu Ni asked in some confusion, "What do you mean, sir?"

"I'll consign three jars. They contain first-, second-, and third-grade Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid. Which grade someone gets when they open one depends entirely on their luck."

Such a novel way of selling naturally piqued Gu Ni's interest. He continued, "What starting price did you have in mind, sir?"

"Ten thousand gold coins."

"Certainly. Take this to Auction Hall One, sir. An auction is about to begin there, and your jars will be auctioned off shortly." Smiling, Gu Ni handed him a pitch-black iron token.

Xiao Yan casually took the token and, without lingering, left the room under the two men's gazes.

"Master Gu Ni, is he an alchemist?" the middle-aged man asked quietly, looking in the direction Xiao Yan had disappeared.

Gu Ni nodded uncertainly. "He might be, or he might not. His spiritual perception is rather weak. If he were an alchemist, it shouldn't be this weak."

"Should we investigate his background?"

"Not for now. Although I can't determine whether he's an alchemist, I actually couldn't see through the aura of his cultivation."

"Then wouldn't that mean his cultivation is above Da Dou Shi?"

"Perhaps!"

Just as Gu Ni was silently pondering this, the middle-aged man's startled exclamations suddenly rang in his ears.

"Master Gu Ni, I happened to hear recently that a mysterious Dou Wang expert appeared in Wutan City. He also wore black robes and even bought something at Immortal Chen's stall. Do you think there might be some connection between the two?"

"Stop making wild guesses. Hurry and take the three jars to the young lady."

Gu Ni paused after saying this, then added another instruction. "Oh, and don't forget to tighten security at the auction house. Report anything unusual immediately."

"Yes, Master Gu Ni."

Meanwhile!

Led by a female attendant, Xiao Yan entered the auction venue.

Although the main event had yet to begin, the guest seats on the first floor were already packed.

His arrival drew little attention.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the very center of the auction hall.

Under the lights, a beautiful woman in a red dress was explaining the auction rules to everyone present, her enchanting voice enough to make their very bones tingle.

And this woman was none other than Ya Fei, the Mittel Auction House's chief auctioneer!

Just as the original story had described, she truly was a great beauty. Her mature, seductive charm surpassed Xiao Mei's more than tenfold.

It was no exaggeration to say that, beside her, the latter was merely a young lotus whose pointed tip had only just emerged.

Gazing at Ya Fei's alluring, voluptuous curves, Xiao Yan muttered curses as he tore his eyes away from her.

Vixen!

She really was a vixen!

With the female attendant guiding him, Xiao Yan made his way up to the second floor.

Compared with the first floor, there were noticeably fewer people here.

Looking around, Xiao Yan discovered quite a few familiar faces.

Seated in the very front row were the clan chiefs of the three great clans.

There were Xiao Zhan, Jia Lie Bi, and Oba Pa...

Behind them sat mostly the talented young members of their clans.

Xiao Yan's seat was toward the back, where there were even fewer people.

Not far from his seat, a man concealed in the darkness was staring at Ya Fei onstage with burning eyes. As her rosy, cherry-like lips gently opened and closed, his right hand kept pumping...

"Shit!" Xiao Yan cursed under his breath, rolling his eyes beneath his cloak. The man was already in a wheelchair, yet he still couldn't behave himself.

A wheelchair?