Ye Beixuan: I Was Just Picking Out a Place with Good Feng Shui for You

"How strange, how strange! In all my years of managing this Myriad Treasures Pavilion, I have never seen such a special young man."

Gu Sanbian watched Ye Beixuan's departing figure and couldn't help but murmur.

A disciple from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion nearby asked, "Elder, wasn't that person an old monster who had lived for over a hundred years?"

Gu Sanbian shook his head. "No, he's not even as old as you. The sense of vicissitude he exuded earlier was just a disguise, but it seemed to emanate from his very bones, which is why I find it so perplexing."

"Should we send disciples to investigate?"

The disciple asked with an expectant look.

"Shut up!"

Gu Sanbian said sternly, "Have you forgotten the rules of my Myriad Treasures Pavilion? We don't inquire about the origins of any guest."

Ye Beixuan did not leave through the back door of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, but instead left openly through the front door, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Xiao Chen and his group had already quietly left through the back door of the private room.

Ye Beixuan walked slowly through the city, but he could feel more and more divine senses falling on him.

This feeling gave him a familiar sense of returning to his past life, to secretly attend an auction alone, only to be watched by others.

That's so exciting!

"Grandpa, did you figure out where that guy came from?"

While Qin Yun's gaze was fixed on Ye Beixuan, he didn't forget to ask the deputy city lord of Sword-Forging City who was standing to the side.

"I can't figure out this guy's background either, but he always gives me a strange feeling."

The deputy city lord frowned slightly, unable to figure out the problem.

Qin Yun asked curiously, "Grandpa, what do you think is strange?"

The deputy city lord said, "That guy is definitely not an old monster, but the sense of vicissitude and aura he exudes are not feigned; it's as if it emanates from his very bones."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yun subconsciously asked, "Is it possible that Grandpa Uncle possesses some kind of soul treasure?"

Upon hearing this, the deputy city lord's eyes lit up. "That's a possibility. Follow them, but absolutely do not make the first move. I imagine many people are curious about this audacious fellow."

The White Bone Sect and a number of smaller factions shared the same thoughts as the people of Sword-Forging City.

Unlike the White Bone Sect, a Half-Saint power, those smaller forces rarely have Nirvana Realm experts in charge. However, they have no intention of letting go of such a fat sheep.

Logically speaking, those who can enter the last row of private boxes at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion are Myriad Treasures Pavilion's most distinguished guests.

But not every distinguished guest is born in a sacred place.

As the man in the black cloak drew closer to the city gate, a thought began to form in many people's minds.

This guy is definitely not a disciple of the Holy Land, otherwise he would still be leaving the city even though it's almost dark.

Thinking of this, all the cultivators who were staring at Ye Beixuan were panting and eager to act.

The moment Ye Beixuan left the city, he immediately flew towards the outside of the city at full speed, and he even used a flying talisman.

The speed suddenly increased several times.

This kid tricked me!

The thought instantly flashed through everyone's minds.

They all left the city and chased after the black figure as fast as they could.

On Crouching Ox Mountain, dozens of miles east of Unrivaled City.

Xiao Chen, Cao Youqian, and the others were already waiting here.

In the sky, Mountain-Moving Marquis spread his divine sense to cover an area of a hundred miles. If Ye Beixuan could not come, he would make an exception and help the boy.

Ye Beixuan was extremely excited at this moment, as he could feel those guys behind him getting closer and closer.

Meanwhile, darkness had completely enveloped the earth.

Gusts of wind whistled past his ears.

"Hey kid, stop right there!"

A furious shout came from behind Ye Beixuan, but he remained unmoved and continued flying forward.

"Xiao Ye, your senior brothers are waiting for you at Crouching Ox Mountain."

The voice of the Mountain-Moving Marquis rang in Ye Beixuan's ears like heavenly music. He watched as the nearby Crouching Ox Mountain Crouching Ox Mountain fell towards it like an arrow released from a bow.

call...

Ye Beixuan landed on a hilltop and let out a long breath.

Before he could find his fellow disciples, dozens of figures had already landed beside him.

"Hey kid, why aren't you running anymore?"

A sinister voice rang in Ye Beixuan's ears. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure dressed in a gray-white robe, wearing a white bone mask, and holding a white bone staff staring coldly at him.

Ye Beixuan counted the people around him; they were all cultivators from the White Bone Sect, led by an elder at the Nirvana Realm.

He said calmly, "Which eye of yours saw me running? Aren't I just picking out a prime location for you scoundrels with ulterior motives?"

These words enraged all the cultivators of the White Bone Sect.

"What an arrogant fellow! I'd like to see who you are, to be so brazen!"

As the elder of the White Bone Sect spoke, his large hand suddenly grabbed at Ye Beixuan.

Just as his hand was about to touch Ye Beixuan, he suddenly felt a terrifying force descend from the sky, which frightened him so much that he quickly withdrew his hand.

Bang!

A large crater instantly appeared on the ground. The members of the White Bone Sect instinctively took several steps back. The White Bone Sect elder who had made the move was drenched in cold sweat. Luckily, that guy wasn't coming for him.

The group of cultivators hidden in the shadows were also startled by this sudden turn of events, and they suppressed their greed.

Who is it?

The elders of the White Bone Sect looked up at the sky.

A dark shadow floated in mid-air, looking down at everyone present.

The newcomer was none other than Mountain-Moving Marquis. Although he was not wearing a mask, his face was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

Mountain-Moving Marquis Yishan said with a smile, "You are not worthy to know my identity. Everyone else, come out, so I don't have to drag you all out one by one."

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds more figures appeared around them, including several Nirvana experts.

The elder of the White Bone Sect, having anticipated this situation, coldly said, "Fellow Daoist, it seems you are very confident, believing you can suppress this group of people single-handedly?"

Who said I'm all alone?

Mountain-Moving Marquis paused deliberately, then said into the darkness, "You lot don't actually want Xiao Ye to fight over a hundred cultivators by himself, do you?"

"Hehe, Martial Uncle, you're joking. I'm just giving you a chance to show off since you haven't made a move in a while."

As the sound rang out, another figure draped in a black cloak appeared in the sky, followed by a dozen or so similarly dressed people.

Each of these dozen or so people exuded a completely different aura, but the playful look in their eyes was exactly the same.

Humans are naturally afraid of the unknown. Upon seeing this scene, the cultivators who had initially intended to get a share of the spoils all retreated, leaving only the White Bone Sect members to face this group of mysterious people...