Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 257 Pei Lan
Bored while waiting.

Ji Shaofu, with her aloof nature, adapted quite well. After sitting for a while, she even began to close her eyes and regulate her breathing.

Pei Xia now really wants to confirm the Netherworld Flower within the Jade Orchid in more detail.

But there was nothing he could do in front of Ji Shaofu.

My gaze swept across the venue and landed on a table in the front row. I remembered that when I came here that day, the name of Yunhu Mountain seemed to be displayed on it.

He turned to Ji Shaofu and asked, "Uncle-Master, do you know which Daoist priest came to Yunhu Mountain this time?"

If you ask about anything else, Ji Shaofu doesn't know.

But unfortunately, she actually knew this one: "Master Pei Lan of Yunhu Mountain."

Pei Xia's hand trembled slightly as she held the teacup.

Within two breaths of learning the other party's name, his eyebrows twitched wildly more than a dozen times: "Daoist Pei Lan, I heard she is at the Heavenly Consciousness Realm. This is an auction, not a martial arts competition. Why does she need to come in person?"

Ji Shaofu gave him a cold look: "Is this something you should be concerned about?"

In Ji Shaofu's "excessive preparation," this is actually a very bad sign.

Although I have been cultivating in seclusion at the Changjing Sect for many years, I have heard from the sect members that the martial arts world is a brutal place where the strong prey on the weak.

She had been thinking since yesterday, what if the Long Whale Sect won the bid, but then Yunhu Mountain became aggressive and demanded that she hand over the Netherworld Flower?

At that time, how should I fight to the death? Should I inform Pei Xia in advance and let him take the Ghost God Flower and escape first, so that I and that Taoist priest surnamed Pei can perish together?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tap the table, her tone filled with exasperation: "If you were also at the Opening Realm, wouldn't you be able to run faster? Have you been neglecting your cultivation these days?"

Pei Xia was completely dazed.

Run? Why should I run? Why should I run?
However, since she was his senior in terms of seniority, and Ji Shaofu insisted on pointing out his cultivation level, Pei Xia couldn't argue back. He could only twitch his lips and say, "Yes, I am not very talented. I have been working on the Refining Cauldron for a long time. Even with the help of the Sect Leader's Hunling Pill, it still took me more than two months to successfully reach the Profound Realm. I don't know when I will be able to break through the cauldron and open my mansion like my senior."

Ji Shaofu had no intention of blaming him, but when Pei Xia mentioned the matter of breaking the cauldron and opening the mansion, she couldn't help but recall the sword energy that suddenly appeared from the sky that day.

After breaking through to the next realm, she even went to ask her senior brother, the sect leader, but no one knew the origin of that sword energy.

Perhaps it was a chance opportunity left to her by some senior or great figure on a whim.

"Alright, I spoke too much," Ji Shaofu said, offering a rare moment of comfort. She then said softly, "I rarely leave the sect and don't interact much with these senior martial artists. I've only heard from others that this Daoist Pei Lan recently injured a senior brother at Yunhu Mountain due to a moment of carelessness. Perhaps feeling guilty, he made a special trip to Su Bao Zhai to purchase this You Shen Flower for healing."

Pei Xia frowned at first. Given Sister Lan's personality and strength, you think she could accidentally injure a fellow disciple...

Pei Xia's brows relaxed—that's perfectly normal!
"To be injured by Master Pei and still have a chance to be treated, it seems that the other party is also a master."

Ji Shaofu heard his tone: "You seem to be very concerned about Master Pei's matter?"

"Well, we're from the same clan, so maybe we can even claim some kind of kinship."

Forget it, Pei Xia is from the Seven States and came across the sea. What kind of kinship could she possibly have with Pei Lan?
After sitting for a while, other cultivators gradually began to enter the venue, and soon the spiritual energy light strips on the inverted cone dome also began to light up.

The waiters, carefully selected by Su Baozhai, entered the venue one after another to prepare fruit and tea for the guests who had arrived early. On the central stage used for the auction, seven beautiful women walked out and danced barefoot.

This Su Baozhai is more like a business than a cultivation sect.

Today is the third and final day of the auction. Many independent cultivators or cultivators from small sects have already gone down the mountain in advance, but those who remain here are almost all here for today.

As a result, the venue was much more crowded than when Pei Xia last came. In addition to the music and dance on stage, greetings and flattery could be heard from the audience from time to time.

"Elder He, it's been many years. Do you still remember me?"

"Oh dear, Uncle-Master Lin, why have you come in person? Where is my Senior Brother Chen? What? He's dead?"

"Junior sister, junior sister! This is our seat, you've come to the wrong place!"

Outside of their spiritual practice, practitioners are not much different from ordinary people. If they don't come to such occasions often, they may appear awkward and reserved.

As Ji Shaofu listened to the surrounding noise and the embarrassing things that others did due to their lack of experience, her expression relaxed considerably.

After all, looking at it this way, arriving at the venue early wasn't really a mistake... She thought to herself, and silently straightened her chest again.

When almost everyone had arrived, the main door of the venue was suddenly slammed open.

Everyone turned to look and saw a woman, wearing a black and white Taoist robe in a crooked manner. A wooden hairpin was inserted into her hair bun, but it only held a few strands of black hair in place. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down to her slender waist, reflecting the lights in the venue and making her stand out.

As soon as she entered, she saw that the dancing was still going on on the main stage and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He pinched the collar of his Taoist robe on both sides, then straightened the crooked bun on his head before giving an embarrassed smile: "Oh dear, fellow practitioners have arrived very early."

Some people wanted to laugh.

But the moment his lips curled into a smile, his companion immediately covered his mouth.

"What are you laughing at? Are you out of your mind?!"

Those who were near the door immediately stood up and bowed to the woman, saying, "Master Pei."

This person is none other than Pei Lan, one of the three renowned Heavenly Consciousness Realm experts of Yunhu Mountain.

Pei Lan patted her hand and said softly, "Hey, we monks don't care about these formalities. Please, make yourselves at home."

Indeed, no one present could be more casual than you.

Pei Xia saw her from afar, thought for a moment, and then shrank her neck again.

He knew his god-sister's personality well; if she recognized him in public, he would be completely exposed.

The key issue is that there are many things he finds difficult to explain to others.

For example, if you use a spot from the Long Whale Sect to go to the Liancheng Illusionary Realm, and you want to find out what Pei Xia is doing there... well, that's a whole different story.

Fortunately, Pei Lan must have gotten up late. In her haste, she didn't have time to observe others. She quickly tidied her disheveled appearance and ran to the front row to take a seat.

Master Pei's timing was impeccable. She had barely sat down when a clear, melodious bell rang out, and the dancers on the stage immediately and gracefully withdrew.

A plump, smiling old man walked out from behind the stage.

He held a small chime bell in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, he channeled his spiritual energy and gently tapped the bell.

A pleasant "clang" sound instantly clears the ears and eyes, and brings clarity to the mind.

He laughed heartily: "Greetings, fellow practitioners. Today's auction will be hosted by this old man, Bing He. The first item up for auction is this precious magical artifact in my hand, the Mirror Stand Clock."

(End of this chapter)