Chapter 232 Treasure Auction (2/2)

At the same time, Fenghe also learned the cruelty of the ranks difference between an immortal and a mortal, but she never expected that she would encounter Shen Lian again after so many years.

When Jingting Tongzi saw Shen Lian, he bowed respectfully, a vast difference as compared to when he first met Shen Lian.

He was not scared. It was a sign of respect for Shen Lian's success.

Plus Shen Lian might not be a cultivator of the sword, but his sword skills would not be inferior to any Sword Cultivator. His original body was a Jiejian Stone, a stone where cultivators or swordsmen put down their swords or weapon before meeting the host as a sign of respect. He was then the sword of Xuantong Demon King, hence he had immense respect for someone who knew their ways of the sword.

However, even after focusing his sharp senses, he could not detect any bit of sword from Shen Lian, which confused him a bit. Were the rumors true, or had Shen Lian been able to conceal his sword will completely?

Shen Lian's robes were waving, as he moved forward, but no footsteps were heard when he stepped on the clouds. Yet, Jingting Tongzi could clearly feel some vibration in the clouds which was traveled onto his body.

It was not a strong vibration, but he could feel it. It was filled with rhythm, with not much variation, but it filled every crack of changes in his body movement. Finally, as if he was led by this rhythm, he took on a foot pattern completely identical to Shen Lian's, accompanied with a slight shiver in his body, as if a long-concealed aura was itching to be released.

As he could barely hold it, the quake from Shen Lian suddenly vanished; causing him to feel this sudden switch to a plunging sensation, which was a vast contrast from what he felt just moments ago.

He almost collapsed on the ground, and Shen Lian had to support his back with his soothing aura. That aura was injected into his body, where he finally felt a sense of chill had been drawn out from below his feet, relieving him.

It was at this moment that Jingting Tongzi had the revelation. When he was holding the Zhaohai Mirror, he was attacked by the chill frost on it, his mana was not able to fully deflect it. Only then Shen Lian helped him to force the chill poison out, or else he would be inflicted with great injury any time in the future.

He was shy to voice out his gratitude because that time was when his King took a peek at him, causing him to counter-attack and incur the injuries from the Ice Light.

At the same time, he deeply felt the manner of Shen Lian as a Daoist Master, and his charm as a Chief of the sect.

Shen Lian was merely giving Jingting Tongzi a hand to get rid of the chill poison, a help without second thoughts since the Xuantong Demon King had helped him before, he was only returning the favor in another way.

Although there were some inappropriate acts in between, those were within reasons as well.

He had no prejudice towards the cultivation of demons, especially the sorts of Xuantong Demon King who was no different from other cultivators.

The place to go this time was not one like the Qingyun Stage, but a mansion in the sky westward.

As the ancient saying went, ”There is abundance of treasures in the West”, which was also why the Treasure Auction was held west side of the celestial markets, as a sign of good luck.

No one insignificant was visible there. As he entered the mansion, he saw a lotus pond. There were already twelve Daoist cultivators seating in their respective boxes, including Zhao Xiaoyu.

Even Wu Qingzi had come back. Judging from his expression face, he seemed just fine.

He was originated from the Taishang Daoist Sect after all. Even if he had done abnormal acts under the absurd state, he was still able to find a method to overcome it.

Shen Lian found an empty box to sit in. All the boxes here were levitating mid-air, not stationary, but slowing revolving around the center of the pond.

Shen Lian naturally figured out the close attraction between the pond and the boxes, just like the gravitational pull between the stars and planets, never ending. It looked like every item in this levitating mansion was a mystical instrument. Shen Lian was utterly impressed with this showcase of Xuantong Demon King's wealth.

Then there was another three Daoist cultivators, who looked like they were together, two male and one female, whose cultivation levels seemingly lower than Huandan.

Shen Lian did not detect them with his spiritual consciousness, nor could he recognize their origins. Three of them entered a box.

As the three went into the box, the female dressed in green, looking like she was twenty eight years old, with eyes as clear as the spring, and glowing teeth as neat as the white sheets, whispered to one of the green robed male, ”Fifth Senior Apprentice-Brother, that delicate looking young man there, he was the one who was walking with Zhao the witch. What do you think their relationship is?”

The green robed male replied, ”Junior Apprentice-Sister, Fairy Zhao has never harmed anyone, why did you call her a witch?”

The green dressed female stuck her tongue out, ”Senior Apprentice-Brother, you must be attracted to the witch. If Honored Master finds out about this, he will surely punish you to meditate facing the wall for half a year.

The other male who looked older than the other two intervened, ”You two cut it out. We are out here to bring back the flower of the Evergreen Tree, not for you both to sightsee.”

The green dressed girl said, ”Third Senior Apprentice-Brother, I was only looking on. But Fifth Senior Apprentice-Brother must have his eyes on the Zhao witch's body now. Humph, I want to see that young mister too. Actually, I think if he was a female, he would be better looking than the Zhao witch.”

Good thing the boxes were naturally sound proof, or else Shen Lian would not know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this conversation.