The illusory image of the golden lock that enveloped the entire vault vanished.
Ripples, like water, appeared on the surface of the vault door.
The door opened.
The two "clear" spirits on either side of Qin Ze transformed back into two wisps of white mist and returned to Daoist Miao's body.
Although the two figures that appeared were exactly like Daoist Miao, Qin Ze did not sense the slightest bit of life force from them.
They seemed to be just two puppets that looked exactly like Daoist Miao, without any thoughts of their own, and even unable to move freely.
"So they wanted me to be their power bank."
The formation needs to draw upon vital energy to maintain its operation, and Daoist Miao's alone is insufficient.
Since the two puppets couldn't draw any more life force, and the formation required four people, Daoist Miao invited Qin Ze to join them.
The two raced against time, rushing into the ripples one after the other.
Immediately, the ripples disappeared, and the large golden lock reappeared above the vault.
Who goes there!
The guards in the vault had already noticed something amiss.
They didn't have the "key" and couldn't open the door.
Moreover, they couldn't open the door; their job was to guard the vault.
Upon seeing two men, completely covered up and wearing strange, beast-like masks, enter, the guards immediately assumed a fighting stance.
Daoist Miao was walking in front, immediately stepped aside, turning his face towards Qin Ze.
"Please begin your performance."
Without saying a word, Qin Ze drew a white bone sword from the scabbard at his waist.
Daoist Miao couldn't help but widen his eyes, drawn in by the powerful sword intent emanating from the bone sword.
This kind of sword intent can only be nurtured by those extremely powerful sword cultivators.
While Daoist Miao was overjoyed at the success of the operation, a sense of unease also arose within him.
Such a powerful and young swordsman is a member of a different race; who knows, one day they might become enemies.
boom--
A blinding white sword aura interrupted Daoist Miao's thoughts.
A sword aura, tens of meters long, swept towards the four guards, stirring up the space with a rumbling sound, and even causing the vault to shake three times.
This was a full-force attack from Level Seven Martial Artist, and even the four guards couldn't withstand it no matter how hard they tried.
They were sent flying backward and slammed against the wall in a single exchange, then crashed heavily to the ground, all stunned by the sword energy.
Daoist Miao asked in confusion, "Why didn't you kill them?"
Before the bone sword shattered, Qin Ze immediately sheathed it.
At the same time, he placed one hand behind his back, exuding an air of superiority.
"I disdain to lay a hand on the defenseless weak."
Daoist Miao rolled his eyes.
Fortunately, the four guards had already fallen to the ground and posed no threat, so he didn't pursue the matter further.
"Fifty seconds."
We have a little over four minutes left.
Daoist Miao glanced at the time and immediately walked to the center of the warehouse.
A sphere about half a person's height was placed on the ground. He raised his hand and slapped it, and fire from his palm flowed like a waterfall, enveloping the entire sphere.
The sphere then deformed, transforming into a shelf nearly ten meters long and five meters high, with fifty-four auction items neatly arranged on both sides.
Seeing this, Daoist Miao breathed a sigh of relief, "Luckily, they didn't teleport the item out."
Each item in the auction is enveloped by a small defensive array; to retrieve it, one must first break through the array.
The two exchanged a glance and immediately set about breaking the formation.
They formed hand seals and chanted incantations, displaying the demeanor of masters of formations.
However, a full ten seconds passed, and the array on the shelf remained completely still.
It looked like a crow flew overhead, and the two exchanged an awkward smile.
Qin Ze cleared his throat. "It's been too long since I've broken through an array; I'm a bit rusty."
Daoist Miao nodded understandingly. "Me too."
While continuing to pretend to break the formation, Qin Ze asked, "Are you Blazing Sun Clan?"
Master Daoist Miao readily admitted, "That's right."
The flames of the Blazing Sun Clan were very distinctive, and he knew that he had already revealed his identity when he released the fire dragon.
However, he had already achieved his goal, so it didn't matter anymore.
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows.
No wonder the blonde woman was so meticulous; she's family.
Stealing from one's own family's safe? That's incredibly filial.
" Yan Miao!"
A furious shout came from the gate.
Qin Ze and Daoist Miao turned their heads in unison.
A furious blonde woman entered through the Heaven and Earth Lock.
Her long hair flowed freely, and her eyes burned with a fierce fire—a fire in the physical sense.
Daoist Miao was startled, and his hands paused for a moment.
The blonde, mature woman glared angrily at Qin Ze: "Fine! It really is you guys again!"
Before she even came in, she felt the fog outside the door looked very familiar.
The beastly mask before her awakened memories that had been dormant for three years.
I thought what happened three years ago would never happen again, but it happened again.
Daoist Miao anxiously said to Qin Ze beside him, "Damn it! They still had a trick up their sleeve!"
"You hold her off, I'll unlock the door!"
Having said that, Daoist Miao closed his eyes beforehand to avoid being blinded by the sword energy.
The blonde woman laughed in exasperation, "You brat, you're too scared to face me, aren't you?"
"Huh?!" Daoist Miao opened his eyes, but nothing had happened.
Where is the sword energy?
He turned around in confusion, only to see Qin Ze raising his hands in a French military salute.
"I'm just an innocent bystander."
"It's him! It's definitely him!"
"You insisted on dragging me here to rob the vault!"
A series of question marks appeared above Daoist Miao's head.
Where is your face?
Where is your expert demeanor?
Qin Ze shrugged at Daoist Miao, then said to the blonde woman, "I surrender."
The blonde woman was quite surprised. Last time, this group fought to the death to avoid surrender. What happened this time?
She was a little annoyed, but she hadn't made a move yet.
"Where are the rest of them? Confess honestly, and you might still be able to get leniency."
Qin Ze nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice. "I will definitely tell you everything I know. I've disliked them for a long time. Even the lives of cattle and horses matter!"
The blonde, mature woman was talking nonsense, completely baffling.
"Put it on yourself."
She tossed over a pair of specially made handcuffs.
Qin Ze took it and quickly handcuffed himself.
"You've really found a good partner." The blonde woman looked at Daoist Miao with a sneer.
Daoist Miao looked like a wilted eggplant. "I was blind. I admit defeat."
Despite her intense anger, the blonde woman's immediate priority was to take Daoist Miao away before the red-eyed man and his group discovered them.
The fire in her eyes gradually died down. "You brat, the game's over. Come with me."
With a wave of her hand, the blonde woman caused ripples to spread across the vault door once more.
Qin Ze and Daoist Miao followed behind her and left the vault one after the other.
Outside, the Fog of War had dissipated, and a squad of guards stood watch at the door, alert to their surroundings.
The blonde, mature woman said in a deep voice, "Bring the wounded out."
"Also, please inform the auction venue that the transaction will be postponed by one hour, until I have finished dealing with my matters."
The captain of the guard bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
The blonde woman carried one chick in each hand, as if she were holding two small chicks, and walked away into the distance.