Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

The number of bidders has dwindled from the initial few to include members of the Ghost Sect, Demon Sect, God Sect, and a reclusive, powerful cultivator.

Lin Che sat in the corner, his gaze sweeping lightly over the Blood Soul Bead on the stage, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs.

Although the soul of a twelfth-tier ferocious beast is strong, it also carries an extremely heavy aura of ferocity. If one is not careful, one will be devoured by it, so it is of little use to him.

Lin Che's gaze, however, fell once again on the man wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe.

When the Blood Soul Pearl appeared, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Only the man in black robes remained with his head bowed, the shadow of his bamboo hat obscuring his face. Yet Lin Che could sense that the man's aura was gradually merging with that of someone from his memory.

Just as Lin Che was pondering, the bidding on the stage reached another climax.

The man from the Demon Sect gritted his teeth and announced the price of "120,000 Immortal Jade". The purple-robed cultivator from the Ghost Sect had a gloomy face, but he did not speak again for a long time.

The 120,000 Immortal Jade has exceeded the Ghost Sect's budget for this mission.

Just as Cang Songzi was about to call out a bid, the reclusive, powerful cultivator suddenly spoke up, his voice hoarse: "130,000 Immortal Jade."

The demon sect member suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at the rogue cultivator: "You dare to compete with me for it?"

The powerful rogue cultivator glanced at him indifferently: "The highest bidder wins. How can you say it's robbery?"

The demon sect man's face flushed with anger, but he was helpless; he had no more immortal jades to bid higher.

Seeing this, Cang Songzi shrugged and said loudly with a smile, "130,000 Immortal Jade once! 130,000 Immortal Jade twice!"

Cangsongzi's gaze swept across the entire room. Seeing that no one else was bidding, he was about to bring down the gavel when suddenly a clear, cold voice rang out:

"150,000 Immortal Jade".

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the speaker was the man wearing a straw hat and a black robe!

The man in the black robe finally raised his head. The shadow of his bamboo hat still covered most of his face, revealing only his taut jawline and a pale lip.

His voice was flat and monotone, yet it possessed a peculiar penetrating power that instantly silenced the entire room.

"150,000 Immortal Jade?" The demon sect man's eyes widened in disbelief. "Who are you? How dare you try to steal our treasure!"

The man in black ignored him and calmly looked at Cang Songzi: "Fifteen thousand immortal jades, is the deal possible?"

Cang Songzi was also taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant and nodded hurriedly: "Yes! Of course! 150,000 Immortal Jade once! 150,000 Immortal Jade twice! 150,000 Immortal Jade three times!"

The wooden mallet struck, making a crisp sound. "Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on obtaining this Blood Soul Pearl!"

The man in black robes stood up and, with a ghostly figure, darted onto the stage, handing a storage bag to Cang Songzi.

After inspecting it, Cangsongzi smiled and handed over the jade box.

The man in black robes took the jade box and, without pausing, turned to leave.

Just then, Lin Che suddenly spoke, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Friend, please wait."

The man in black robes paused, then slowly turned around. The shadow of his bamboo hat still obscured his face, but Lin Che could feel that the man's gaze was penetrating the shadow and falling on him.

The hall fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Lin Che in the corner and the man in black robes on the stage.

One is a mysterious powerhouse who can unleash his own divine abilities, making even Cang Songzi extremely wary; the other is a black-robed man of unknown identity who can produce 150,000 immortal jades at once. Could there be some connection between these two?
The man in black robes remained silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice, "What advice do you have for me?"

Lin Che looked at him, a faint smile curving his lips: "I wouldn't call it guidance, I just wanted to ask, what's your name?" The aura around the man in black robes suddenly froze, and the silence under the bamboo hat was like a stretched thread, entangling every gaze in the hall.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched quietly, his knuckles turning a stark white in contrast to his black robe, and even his breathing seemed to slow down.

Clearly, this simple question made him more wary than the bidding of 150,000 immortal jades.

The cultivators below the stage grew increasingly curious, and some couldn't help but whisper among themselves, "Who exactly is this man in black robes? He doesn't even dare to say his name?"

"Could he be a traitor from some sect? He's hiding because he's afraid of being recognized?"

The whispers, though faint, reached the black-robed man's ears clearly, yet he remained motionless, his voice growing even hoarser.

"Why do you ask my name? We are complete strangers; a name is just a label."

"Code name?"

Lin Che tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his gaze sharp as if it could pierce through the shadow of his straw hat, his face devoid of any emotion.

"In that case, please make yourself at home, fellow Daoist."

The black-robed cultivator nodded, then turned and left without looking back, unaware that Elder Wu Qing of the Demonic Path had already followed him.

Seeing what was happening before him, Lin Che raised an eyebrow and slowly stood up, saying, "This is really interesting. That voice... it sounds so familiar..."

"Could it be..."

Thinking of this, Lin Che did not stop and instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving Li Qianmei looking at the sky with a puzzled expression.

.........

In the starry sky millions of miles away from the Penglai Continent, the black-robed cultivator removed his bamboo hat, revealing a handsome face and long silver-white hair.

Wang Lin stared coldly at Wu Qing, who was blocking his way, and said calmly, "What do you want to do?"

Wu Qing put his hands behind his back, shrugged, and sneered, "Hand over all the magic treasures you have, or I will destroy your soul today!"

"You're not qualified."

Wang Lin slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of gray-black spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips.

As soon as the spiritual energy appeared, the surrounding starry sky seemed to freeze, and even the starlight dimmed a bit. A chilling aura spread along the spiritual energy, causing Wu Qing to subconsciously take a half step back.

"Spirit Summoning Seal, activate."

Wang Lin's voice remained calm, but the moment he finished speaking, the gray-black spiritual power at his fingertips suddenly surged, transforming into a phantom seal covered with strange runes.

The seal was entwined with countless faint, vengeful phantoms, their roars piercing through the void and striking directly at Wu Qing's soul.

Wu Qing's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected that this seemingly ordinary man in black robes could unleash such bizarre supernatural powers.

He quickly summoned a black shield to block in front of him. The shield was engraved with defensive runes of the Demonic Path, and it lit up with a ghostly light the moment spiritual power was injected into it.

"These are nothing but unorthodox methods, yet you dare to show off your limited skills in front of me!"

Wu Qing roared, unleashing the aura of a Shattered Nirvana cultivator, attempting to shatter the illusory seal.

But the next second, the Spirit Seal slammed heavily onto the shield. There was no earth-shattering collision sound, only a sizzling corrosion sound. (End of Chapter)