Chapter 1172. The Circle of Nirvana Shatterer (1/2)

Wang Lin didn’t say the specific reason and simply avoided the topic.

The more he was like this, the more strange Ouyang Long felt. He felt the ordinary-looking youth in white was shrouded in mystery.

Ouyang Long couldn’t make Wang Lin answer by force, so he could only smile and shake his head. He no longer mentioned this matter and instead reminded Wang Lin, “Fellow Cultivator, this is a private auction. According to the rules, the thing they hate the most are those who hide their appearance.” After that, they arrived at the end of the tunnel and he knocked on the stone door a few times.

A moment later, the stone door trembled and ripples spread out in a circle on its surface as if it was melting. Ouyang Long looked back at Wang Lin before disappearing into the ripples.

Wang Lin pondered a bit and didn’t cover his appearance. Since he dared to come, he wasn’t afraid of causing trouble. He walked into the ripples and disappeared.

His vision blurred. When his vision was clear again, his eyes narrowed. He looked around and saw that this was a room about 100 feet wide. The floor was made of some unknown material that was transparent so you could see the fierce beasts battling below.

There were some seats scattered around the room with one at the center. There were seven cultivators sitting in their chairs, and none of them were hiding their faces. When Wang Lin entered, all their gazes gathered on him.

These people’s gazes were like swords and were extremely sharp. Their gazes seemed almost solid and could make anyone feel chills. One of them was startled for a moment after seeing Wang Lin, but he soon returned to normal and smiled.

The person sitting in the seat in the front was an old man with silver hair wearing a grey robe. His eyes were slightly open, but there was a hidden flash of light in his eyes when he looked at Wang Lin. This cultivator was at the mid stage of Nirvana Shatterer. Behind him, Ouyang Long bent over and whispered something into his ear.

Wang Lin’s expression was neutral as he walked forward before everyone’s gazes. He arrived before a set and calmly sat down. His eyes were calm as he looked at the crowd before clasping his hands at the person that had smiled at him.

Wu Qing didn’t expect to see Wang Lin here and was surprised. However, for Wang Lin to be able to enter a private auction like this made Wu Qing think even more highly of him.

As Wang Lin casually swept his gaze, everyone present, aside from the old man that was obviously Ouyang Long’s uncle-master and Wu Qing, was at the early stage of Nirvana Shatterer!

The person sitting opposite of Wang Lin was a young scholar with a fair complexion. He gently waved the feather fan in his hand, revealing no emotion. When Wang Lin looked at him, he looked back at Wang Lin with a hint of interest in his eyes.

There was a beautiful woman sitting beside him. She was wearing a beautiful, flower dress and sat there with a hint of laziness. She took one look at Wang Lin and then no longer paid any attention to him.

There was an old man sitting not far away. His appearance was very strange; his face was filled with scars and looked terrifying at first glance. He had a gloomy expression as he kept rotating the ring on his right forefinger.

Aside from those three people, the other two also looked at the calm Wang Lin.

Not far to the left sat an old man in black. This old man was skinny and had eagle claw-like hands. There were two balls the size of a baby’s fist in his left hand. The balls kept rotating around each other and would sometimes make some sound when they collided.

The last person was an old woman with snow white hair, wrinkly skin, and a green robe. She sat there motionlessly. Shen Wang Lin’s gaze swept by, her eyes were like lightning, and she coldly looked at Wang Lin again.

This was obviously a small auction meant only for Nirvana Shatterer cultivators. To enter here, one had to have the identity and strength. If it wasn’t for the fact that Wang Lin had easily injured the three people from the Devil Collection Sect and his transaction was quite large, it would have been difficult for him to enter here.

Even though he had entered this place, he was at the bottom in everyone else’s eyes.

After Ouyang Long finished speaking with the old man, he stood straight and respectfully stood on the side.

The old man let out a dry cough and his gaze swept past the cultivators in the room. His hoarse voice echoed within the room.

“Today is a private meeting that I, Master Ashen Pine, have set up. Everyone invited is my old friend, and, of course, we do have two new friends as well. I won’t bother with polite words. According to the old rules, let us set the first bet for the jackpot.” After the old man finish speaking, Ouyang Lon immediately stepped forward and took out six pieces of jade. He passed them out to everyone, including Wang Lin, and respectfully handed the last one to the old man.

Wang Lin held up the jade and his divine sene swept it. He immediately saw information of more than 100 fierce beasts inside.

“There is even a sword lion beast! This old man will bet on this beast!” The old man covered in scars laughed. His divine sense made an adjustment to the jade and then he threw it at Ouyang Long.

Wang Lin calmly checked each fierce beast inside the jade. He wasn’t knowledgeable about fierce beasts. Everything he knew came from the records of the Origin Sect, which was not enough. Most of the fierce beasts inside were not in the Origin Sect’s records.

Wang Lin gained a lot knowledge about fierce beasts as he checked the jade. Seeing how most of the others had thrown their jades, Wang Lin chose a beast called “Wind Cloud,” placed 100 celestial jades, and threw it back at Ouyang Long.