The entire Twelve-Story Pavilion was plunged into an uncontrollable state of anxiety because of a sword manual.
Everyone is waiting.
Waiting for the appearance of that unknown senior sword cultivator.
Lin Xuan was unaware that the entire Twelve-Story Pavilion was so shaken because of his existence.
He was certainly aware of how astonishing his sword manual was, but he never expected it would implicate so many forces in one fell swoop.
The fact that he didn't receive much attention when he sent the sword manual to the auction at the Twelve-Story Pavilion that day was also within his expectations.
Although he felt somewhat helpless, Lin Xuan did not lose his temper over this matter.
After all, the person in charge had a decent attitude.
He said it would be a few days, and he really did wait a few days, until the eve of the auction, when he finally appeared in front of the Twelve-Story Pavilion.
Since that day, the person in charge had been filled with remorse and had almost put aside everything else, focusing all his attention on guarding the entrance of the Twelve-Story Pavilion, waiting for Lin Xuan to reappear.
Today is the last day of the auction.
He grew increasingly anxious.
Where is that senior colleague?
Where are they?
Why haven't they arrived yet...?
They can't just not come, can they?
Damn it!
Why am I not a sword cultivator? Why do I lack discernment?
If one could recognize the value of that sword manual at a glance, one would not have neglected the senior.
Just as the person in charge was lost in thought and slightly absent-minded, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him, and he finally heard that voice that could be described as salvation.
"Today is the last day... Did the sword manual I brought fetch a price?"
The person in charge suddenly looked up at the person in front of him, and almost the instant he saw him, his eyes burst with immense joy.
It's him!
It really is!
That senior colleague has arrived!
He barely dared to look away; his breath was hot and uncontrollable, and the light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.
Originally, Lin Xuan's youth was seen by him as nothing more than youthful arrogance and ignorance of the immensity of heaven and earth.
But now, everything has changed.
What do you mean by being ignorant of one's own limitations?
Clearly, the senior's talent is extraordinary. At such a young age, he has already achieved such Sword Dao. He is truly the number one among all the geniuses he has ever seen. Even the geniuses of the Fang Household cannot compare to a single hair of the senior's talent!
"Senior!!"
The person in charge let out an excited low roar, almost with tears welling up in his eyes.
"I've finally waited for you!"
His attitude made Lin Xuan chuckle helplessly, not finding it excessive.
After all, he knew very well what he had written.
He chuckled lightly, as if to reassure the person in charge, and casually offered a reminder.
"That sword manual..."
Upon hearing this, the person in charge quickly snapped out of his daze and nodded vigorously.
"Yes, yes, senior."
"The sword manual you copied, after being appraised by our auction house, is a top-tier, one-in-a-million item. The buyer of this auction wishes to meet with you. What are your thoughts...?"
He looked at Lin Xuan cautiously, anticipating Lin Xuan's answer.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"Then let's meet."
He hadn't originally intended for any unexpected twists and turns.
However, after a brief moment of thought, Lin Xuan changed his mind.
Those who can acquire their own sword manual are either rich or noble.
Now that he's new here, he needs to bring in some forces to gather information and get back to the Eastern Continent as soon as possible.
It wouldn't be bad to meet him, see what kind of person he is, and whether he's worth playing chess with.
After hearing his words, the person in charge's face lit up with joy, and he nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, senior."
He was attentive and considerate, leading Lin Xuan to the VIP lounge and seating him before turning away.
"I will immediately fetch someone for you, senior."
Not long after, as the responsible figure disappeared through the door, a series of hurried footsteps were heard again.
Immediately following behind, a middle-aged man hurriedly appeared in front of Lin Xuan. His face still showed a look of surprise, but the moment he saw Lin Xuan clearly, his expression twisted into disbelief and shock.
Bikong never imagined that the senior she had been waiting for for so long would be such a young person!
and...
Holy... Saint Realm!?
This time, Lin Xuan did not deliberately conceal his aura; the aura of the Saint Realm was inadvertently revealed, directly startling Bikong so much that he stood still on the spot.
Saint Realm.
He certainly wasn't unfamiliar with the Saint Realm experts.
But, but...
Judging from the contents of that sword manual, the person who inscribed it was definitely an old monster in the art of Sword Dao.
Because the Sword Dao skills he inadvertently revealed were terrifying.
Even without the later parts, just looking at the non-prohibited content at the beginning, Bikong felt that he had benefited greatly.
That doesn't seem like something a young person could write.
After the initial shock, an overwhelming joy welled up in Bikong's heart.
He suddenly realized something.
Saint Realm!
young!
He's Sword Domain expert!
If I could persuade someone like that...
Just thinking about that possibility made Bikong unable to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.
He was so excited!
"Young friend, I..."
He took a deep breath, straightened his robes, stepped forward, and prepared to introduce himself and show his sincerity.
But to everyone's surprise, at that very moment, a loud shout suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
"You old dog, Bikong, prepare to die!!"
Immediately, the person in charge's expression changed. Without hesitation, he made a hand gesture, intending to connect with the grand formation surrounding the auction house and quickly ambush and kill the troublemaker.
But just as he made the gesture, his eyes widened suddenly.
"Wait... the grand formation... how did it disappear?!"
"It didn't disappear."
Bikong stared wide-eyed, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. Fortunately, his years of experience allowed him to quickly regain his composure, though he gritted his teeth.
"It's a sealing formation!"
"Our floor is probably all sealed off."
The sealing formation, which imprisons everything, is capable of surpassing the formation originally set up by the Twelve-Story Pavilion. In other words, the grade of this sealing formation is definitely quite high.
Moreover, that voice was all too familiar to Bikong!
Especially when ripples suddenly appeared in the space and two figures appeared in front of the Bikong, it further confirmed his guess.
His face turned cold.
" Chi Peng!"
One of them, when his name was called, revealed a cruel smile on his dark face, which was covered in sword scars resembling a centipede. The smile was full of pleasure and malice.
He stared intently at Bikong, and when he saw Bikong's gloomy face, he laughed as if he had gotten his revenge.
" Bikong, oh Bikong, I've finally found you alone."
"You cowardly, cowardly old dog, deserving of a thousand deaths! Did you ever think of this day before you killed my daughter?"
"Today, I have laid down the Myriad Phenomena Formation. Neither the city lord nor the tower master is by your side. Prepare to die!!"