People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

The layout of Space Town is not large, but several ancient streets are intertwined. However, the flow of people in the town is quite dense, and the figures coming and going are all powerful people with a deep and imposing aura.

These people, if they were in the outside world, would all be top-notch figures who could intimidate a region. But here, they are just like ordinary peddlers and laborers in the mortal world, so ordinary that they can't cause the slightest ripple.

After safely storing the seven-colored raw stone in his storage ring, Xiao Ling lost all interest in wandering around and followed his intuition, heading straight for his destination. Before long, he came to a steady stop at the end of a long street.

This is the edge of Space Town. The previous bustling noise has long since disappeared, and the surroundings are so quiet that you can hear the soft sound of the wind passing by.

In this silence, an ancient pavilion stands alone, its mottled wooden pillars etched with the marks of time. An ancient and weathered aura slowly emanates from the depths of the pavilion, as if it has endured the erosion of countless ages and remains eternally intact. Just by standing there quietly, it exudes an aura of majesty that commands respect.

Before the door of the ancient pavilion stood two old men dressed in gray robes. The two men were expressionless, their figures as straight as ice sculptures that had never melted over the years. They remained motionless from beginning to end, but a powerful and majestic aura of battle energy emanated from their bodies, like a lurking beast, making all passersby feel a chill in their hearts.

Anyone could sense that these two old men, who were merely gatekeepers, were actually six-star Dou Zun! Such strength would be enough to make them honored guests in the renowned sects of Zhongzhou, yet they were willing to guard the gate here.

This demonstrates the exceptionally high level of this spatial trade fair; it stands at the very top of the entire Central Continent.

Xiao Ling slightly raised his gaze, his eyes passing over the old man guarding the gate and landing on the heavy wooden door of the pavilion. He saw several people with considerable aura walking slowly towards the pavilion door. Each person, upon reaching the old man, would take out a fiery red invitation from their storage ring and hand it to the two men for verification.

After the two elderly men accepted the invitation, they circulated their qi at their fingertips and lightly swept it across the surface of the invitation. Only after confirming that it was correct did they step aside to let them in.

Seeing this, Xiao Ling's eyes flickered slightly. Clearly, entering this pavilion was far more difficult than entering the Space Town; one needed to possess this exclusive invitation.

Given his current status and position in Zhongzhou, obtaining such an invitation would be an easy task for him.

However, each invitation clearly displays the inviter's identity information.

Although the three organizers of the Space Trade Fair had sworn never to leak any information about the participants, and had indeed maintained this reputation very well over the years, Xiao Ling had always disliked trouble, so he did not make any special preparations for this.

Moreover, Xiao Ling had previously gone to the Nine Netherworld Python Clan to handle related matters, and then had been in seclusion on Ancient Dragon Island for cultivation. After emerging from seclusion, he rushed here without stopping, so he really didn't have any free time to arrange the invitations.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ling smiled faintly, his fingertips casually stroking the edge of his storage ring, and a red jade token appeared in his palm.

He obtained the invitation easily. While traveling, he happened to encounter a Nine-Turn Battle Venerable holding an invitation. He simply knocked the venerable unconscious with a burst of energy and took the invitation from the venerable man.

Immediately, Xiao Ling took a step and slowly walked towards the entrance of the pavilion. Just then, the person holding the invitation stepped into the pavilion, and the wooden door was not yet completely closed.

As soon as someone approached, the two six-star Dou Zun elders guarding the gate immediately cast scrutinizing glances at him, their sharp eyes sweeping over him with a touch of routine vigilance.

However, Xiao Ling had already quietly activated the secret technique of Illusory Dream Shadow to subtly modify his appearance.

At this moment, in the eyes of the two, his appearance was exactly the same as that of the Nine-Turn Battle Venerable who had been knocked unconscious before. Even the battle aura fluctuations that he deliberately concealed around his body were imitated perfectly, without any flaws.

Before the two could even begin to question him, Xiao Ling flicked his finger, and the crimson jade token in his palm transformed into a streak of light, flying precisely towards the old gatekeeper on the left.

The latter caught the jade slip with a swift motion, his fingertips swirling with battle qi as he examined it carefully for a moment, then glanced at Xiao Ling. Seeing that the person before him matched the identity and appearance marked on the slip perfectly, the old man slowly nodded, the wariness on his face fading somewhat, and his tone becoming a little more polite.

"Your invitation is fine, please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man bowed slightly, then suddenly waved his sleeve, and a black light shot through the air toward Xiao Ling, finally hovering steadily in front of him.

It was a completely black cloak, with faint spatial fluctuations flowing through the fabric, clearly a protective item used to conceal one's aura and hide one's whereabouts.

Xiao Ling reached out and caught the black cloak in his hand. The moment his fingertips touched the fabric, he could feel the warm spatial energy flowing through it. He nodded slightly to the two old gatekeepers in response, then unfolded the cloak and draped it over himself.

The wide black robe slid down, completely enveloping his figure, and even the deliberately concealed battle aura fluctuations were mostly isolated, making them almost undetectable.

Having done all this, Xiao Ling said no more and walked towards the heavy wooden door of the pavilion.

As if sensing his approach, the wooden door slowly opened inward, revealing a deep and tranquil passageway inside. In a flash, he stepped into the attic, and the wooden door quietly closed behind him, completely shutting out the noise of the town outside.

As soon as Xiao Ling stepped into the ancient pavilion, he subconsciously looked around. The pavilion was dimly lit, the walls were ordinary gray bricks, the beams and pillars were undecorated, and the furnishings were so simple that they were almost rudimentary. It lacked the luxurious atmosphere that one would expect from a top-tier trade fair, and he could not even sense the slightest bit of the spiritual light or treasure unique to any of the treasures.

"Sir, please come with me."

Just as Xiao Ling's gaze swept across the shadowy corner, a deep voice sounded from his side. An old man in a gray robe walked briskly over, his figure hunched but his steps steady. His aura was not powerful, only at the Dou Huang level, clearly he was the attendant in the pavilion responsible for guiding the way.

Xiao Ling nodded slightly without saying anything. It was only natural for a trade fair of this caliber to have a personal attendant to guide the way. He didn't stop walking and followed the old man's figure with practiced ease.

The two walked through the corridor deep in the attic, the bluestone pavement under their feet making a soft thud that was particularly clear in the quiet space.

The wall lamps on both sides of the corridor burned with a faint blue light, casting shadows that appeared to grow longer and shorter. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the old man finally stopped in front of a heavy bronze door.

The bronze door was engraved with intricate spatial patterns, with faint energy flowing within it, exuding a sense of solemnity and mystery. The old man slowly turned around, cupped his hands in a respectful bow to Xiao Ling, and said in a calm yet courteous tone, "I wish you a fruitful trade fair. I shall take my leave now."

After saying that, he didn't say another word and turned around to quietly retreat along the same path. His figure quickly disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, leaving Xiao Ling alone standing in front of the bronze door.

Xiao Ling paid no attention to the servant who had quietly retreated. His gaze fell on the bronze door in front of him, and his fingertips lightly touched the cold door knocker.

With a slight effort, the heavy door slowly opened inwards following the ancient mechanism, and a soft yet undeniable light leaked out from the crack, dispelling the darkness of the corridor.

Xiao Ling neither dodged nor avoided the entrance, but stepped straight in with a slight lift of his foot. The initial light was slightly dazzling, and he subconsciously squinted. After his vision adjusted, a magnificent and grand ancient palace came into complete view.

This ancient palace is about half the size of a square, with a towering dome covered with flowing spatial runes, adorned with eerie blue flames like stars in the night sky.

Inside the hall, hundreds of blue stone chairs are neatly arranged. The stone chairs are cool to the touch and covered with traces of time, yet they remain as solid as mountains.

At this moment, many seats were already occupied. Like Xiao Ling, these people were all completely shrouded in black cloaks, and even a trace of their aura was blocked by the restrictions on the cloaks. Only the occasional fluctuations of fighting spirit could vaguely reveal the depth of their strength. No one could know which faction's top expert was hidden under the cloak, or whether it was an old monster who had been in seclusion for many years.

The hall was eerily quiet. Even though many people had taken their seats, there was no talking or making a sound, creating an atmosphere of impending doom.

The moment Xiao Ling stepped into the ancient hall, several subtle gazes fell upon him, carrying a hint of scrutiny and inquiry. However, these gazes only lingered for a moment before withdrawing, clearly indicating that everyone present was a meticulous individual who did not wish to easily attract attention in such a setting.

But Xiao Ling was incredibly perceptive. Even though those gazes were quickly withdrawn, he could still sense that several subtle spiritual perceptions were silently sweeping over him like venomous snakes, trying to glean his true identity from the gaps in his cloak or the flaws in his battle aura.

Unfortunately, with Xiao Ling's strength at the mid-stage of the second-star Dou Sheng realm, how could these Dou Zun or even half-saints possibly detect his ability to conceal his aura and whereabouts? The moment those soul perceptions touched the spatial barrier around him, they vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even causing a ripple.

On the other hand, Xiao Ling, with a slight thought, silently spread his powerful soul force, and the appearances and auras of the people under the black robes were clearly reflected in his mind.

Upon this investigation, he was slightly surprised to find that the hall contained many renowned figures from the Central Plains, including several old acquaintances.

A hint of amusement flashed in Xiao Ling's eyes, but he made no extra movements and quietly withdrew his soul power. He took a light step and walked straight to a row of secluded stone chairs in the corner of the ancient hall, choosing the most inconspicuous spot and sitting down on the ground.

As soon as he sat down, he lightly waved his sleeve, and an invisible spatial force emanated from his palm, causing the surrounding air to subtly distort and completely enveloping him. Neither external spiritual perception nor visual perception could penetrate this barrier, making it impossible to detect him in the slightest.

Seeing that Xiao Ling so casually used spatial power to set up an isolation barrier, those who were still secretly spying immediately withdrew their gazes.

To be able to wield spatial power so skillfully and effortlessly is something no ordinary Dou Zun could do; this person's strength is definitely not simple.

Everyone present was a shrewd and experienced person, and they naturally understood that such a person was not someone to be trifled with. Rather than wasting their energy spying, they would rather keep to themselves and wait for the trade fair to begin.

Xiao Ling set off rather late and was delayed for a while in the market of Space Town. Fortunately, he had only just taken his seat in this ancient hall when the highly anticipated trade fair was about to begin.

"Boom-thump-"

A distant and clear bell suddenly resounded throughout the tranquil ancient hall. The chimes rippled outwards, spreading out invisible waves, even causing the stagnant air within the hall to tremble slightly.

Before the bell had even finished ringing, a distorted ripple appeared without warning in the void at the very center of the hall. Immediately afterward, an elderly man with white hair and beard slowly walked out from that distorted space and stood firmly in the center of the hall, as steady as Mount Tai.

The old man's face was deeply lined with wrinkles, his skin was as dry and withered as old tree bark, and his whole body was so weak that he looked almost exhausted, making him look like a person who was about to die.

Looking at the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared, Xiao Ling raised his eyebrows slightly under his cloak.

The old man before him appeared weakened and on the verge of death, but Xiao Ling sensed that he was anything but simple. The strange fluctuations that lingered around the old man were clearly the nascent form of the oppressive aura possessed only by a Dou Sheng powerhouse.

"Peak of the Ninth Revolution Dou Zun... that's almost the same as President Xuan Kong's cultivation." Xiao Ling murmured to himself, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. He had already made a judgment in his mind. "This old guy has probably already stepped into the threshold of the Half-Saint realm. He only needs to compress his Dou Qi to the extreme again to complete the qualitative change and advance to the Half-Saint realm in one fell swoop!"

As for the old man's identity, Xiao Ling only needed to glance at his deeply lined face to recognize him as none other than the Sect Master of Jianbao Mountain, the Treasure Mountain Elder.

Clearly, the person presiding over this space trade fair is one of the founders himself.

"Hehe, another space trade fair. Hope you're all doing well."

The old man's voice, like an ancient bronze bell, rang out clearly into everyone's ears, his gaze slowly sweeping over the black-robed figure in the hall. Despite the greeting, the hall remained completely silent; no one responded, the atmosphere eerily still.

Old Man Baoshan paid no attention to this, clearly already used to it. With a wave of his sleeve, the void around him distorted, transforming into a semi-transparent light screen that enveloped him: "Same as always, please don't be offended."

After saying that, he stepped onto the auction stage that appeared out of thin air, cleared his throat, and suddenly raised his voice: "Everyone is here. Without further ado, this year's Space Trade Fair shall officially begin!"

The moment the words fell, almost all the black-robed figures in the hall turned their gazes to the auction stage.

Those eyes, hidden in the shadows of the hoods, gleamed with anticipation and fervor. Everyone knew perfectly well that the items up for auction at this spatial trade fair were anything but ordinary! (End of Chapter)