"The Yin-Yang Universe Pill's final price is twelve hundred million Immortal Yuan Stones, purchased by the Jiang Immortal Dynasty."
The Eighth Prince Xuantian announced it in a clear voice, which faintly echoed between the hall's pillars.
"Ah, still a little short."
Several low sighs arose from among the banquet seats.
Under the rules of a sealed bid auction, even being short by a single Immortal Yuan Stone meant losing all chance at the treasure, leaving only regret behind.
At the same time, a dignified, imposing middle-aged man rose from his seat and strode toward the high platform.
His expression remained calm. After completing the exchange for the Immortal Yuan Stones, he slipped the jade box containing the immortal pill into his sleeve, his movements unhurried and composed.
"The Jiang Immortal Dynasty..."
Shen Yun's gaze shifted slightly and landed on that sharply defined face. He looked thoughtful. "So that's how it is. The Little Martial Saint truly has no shortage of good fortune."
"Brother Shen Yun, you know him?"
Shen Qingruo noticed something unusual in his expression, and a trace of curiosity flitted through her eyes.
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be Jiang Zili's biological father."
Shen Yun spoke leisurely, briefly recounting the entanglement between the Little Martial Saint and the Jiang princess. Rarely did his tone carry such a hint of teasing.
As for how he knew such a secret, naturally, he had deduced it.
Even ordinary fortune-tellers could read faces and divine fortune and misfortune. With Shen Yun's current Dao Cultivation, deducing the background of an ordinary Golden Immortal was as easy as turning over his hand.
As for claims that revealing the secrets of heaven would bring calamity, they were even more absurd.
If the Destiny Heavenly Book were so inconvenient, how could it be called the