Battle Through the Heavens: Purple Heaven Thunder Emperor

Chapter 188 I told you, you alone are not enough.

The lobby on the first floor of the auction house.

Xiao Bai sat bored in a chair with his eyes closed to rest, when suddenly he felt the noisy sounds around him suddenly quiet down.

He opened his eyes in confusion and saw everyone looking at the entrance of the hall with awe.

Following the gaze, a burly middle-aged man strode in through the main gate.

As it moved, its tiger-like eyes swept around, and everyone around it lowered their heads, none daring to meet its gaze.

Suddenly, the man's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his fierce and imposing eyes looked at the young man in black sitting calmly on a chair not far away, looking at him with a calm gaze.

The middle-aged man's eyes shone with a piercing light, while the young man in tattered black clothes had deep and calm eyes; their gazes met.

Suddenly, Xiao Bai, who was observing the middle-aged man with great interest, felt a sharp killing intent coming towards him, which was extremely cold.

He shifted his gaze slightly, looking at the young man who had been silently following closely behind the middle-aged man, a step behind.

His clothes were covered in blood, which looked as if fresh blood was flowing on them under the light of the hall.

Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, with only two strands of snow-white hair falling to her chest.

Half of his face was covered by a silver mask, his eyes were like a deep pool, revealing a chilling coldness, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion that was about to explode.

"My lord, you've arrived!" A respectful voice broke the tense atmosphere in the hall.

Suddenly, the old man in the treasure appraisal room appeared before the middle-aged man and bowed respectfully.

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man gave Xiao Bai a deep look, then turned his gaze to the old man in front of him and gave a faint reply.

He then waved to the young man behind him and went straight upstairs. The young man in blood-stained clothes immediately withdrew his murderous gaze and followed closely behind the middle-aged man.

"Interesting!" Xiao Bai chuckled as he watched the group depart. "Yuan Yiyao, a three-star Dou Huang at the peak?"

He withdrew his gaze, waved to the maid who had already arrived not far away but was trembling to the side, and smiled:

"Aren't those my things in your hand?"

"Yes, sir!" Upon hearing this, the maid hurriedly presented the storage ring with both hands, respectfully saying, "After deducting the cost of the storage ring, the remaining gold coins are all inside. Please count them, sir!"

Xiao Bai took the storage ring, glanced at it, and couldn't help but mutter, "What a rip-off!"

He was charged 150,000 gold coins for a low-level storage ring. At that price, Mittel could almost buy two of them!

He had long since discovered that the things here were incredibly valuable; even a single medicinal herb, such as the "Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower," was exceptionally precious.

The price in the Gama Empire is only 50,000 to 60,000 gold coins, but here it's clearly priced at 170,000.

I don't know if this is the case throughout the Black Corner Region, or if it's just the Black Seal Auction House.

Upon hearing this, the maid could only lower her head and tremble like a quail, not daring to speak.

Xiao Bai waved his hand, got up and walked outside.

I don't want to dwell on it for now. This huge auction house might change hands in a few days. I'll just keep it for now!

Just as he was leaving, in a luxurious room on the second floor.

A burly, middle-aged man sat in the head seat, exuding an imposing aura, while the blood-stained youth stood behind him like a javelin.

The old man in the treasure room bowed slightly, while Huang San, the caravan leader, stood cautiously behind him, his legs trembling and his body hunched over.

"Manager Hu, why don't you speak?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, glanced at the two men, and said calmly.

"Sect Master, this matter was reported to me by Huang San from the auction house caravan. Let him answer your questions!" The old man in the Treasure Appraisal Room, Manager Hu, stepped aside slightly, revealing Huang San behind him.

"Sect Master, it's like this." Huang San stammered as he recounted the entire process after discovering Xiao Bai.

"A dragon? A golden dragon?" Upon hearing Huang San's description, the middle-aged man's previously indifferent expression turned to shock.

The blood-stained man behind him trembled slightly, a strange light flashing in his usually calm and icy eyes.

"Yes, Sect Master, that little dragon is only about a foot long, and its voice is childish, so it must have just been born!" Seeing that the middle-aged man was interested, Huang San hurriedly racked his brains to tell him what he knew.

"The ragged young man in black he mentioned, is he the one sitting in the chair in the hall just now?" The middle-aged man turned his piercing eyes to Manager Hu and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right! It's him! He came to the auction house to exchange this rather peculiar fire bead for a storage ring and money, presumably because he lost his original storage ring when he was injured!"

"The energy is weak, only reaching the third rank!" The middle-aged man held a fire bead, examining and scrutinizing it.

Thinking of the young man who had stared at him in the hall earlier, he had a good demeanor, but his aura was weak, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

His eyes flickered, and after a moment's hesitation, he spoke gently to Huang Sanwen, who was still hunched over:

"Your name is Huang San, right?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, it is indeed I, your humble servant!"

"You did well this time, and I will reward you handsomely!"

"Thank you, Sect Master. I will serve the Eight Doors with all my heart and soul until my dying breath!" Huang San was extremely excited. Wasn't everything he had done for this?

"This is what you deserve!" The middle-aged man's tone softened further as he chuckled, "I just heard you say you've been keeping an eye on everyone the caravan had seen?"

"Yes, sir, if this gets out, it will definitely cause trouble for our Eight Doors. So I have strictly ordered them that no one is allowed to leave or spread this word until I return!"

When Huang San mentioned this matter, he even puffed out his chest as if to take credit.

"Haha, very good! If everyone in my Eight Doors had your level of awareness, what would we have to worry about but prosperity!" The middle-aged man laughed heartily, stood up, and shouted:

"Bu'er!"

"Here!" The blood-stained youth bowed slightly, his voice hoarse and deep.

"Take him to collect the reward, and all the people in his caravan will be rewarded as well!" The middle-aged man smiled broadly, but a glint of sternness flashed in his eyes, and his voice grew even gentler.

"Remember this! A hefty reward awaits; don't miss a single one!"

"Thank you, Sect Master! Thank you, Sect Master!" Upon hearing this, Huang San was almost unable to contain his excitement and thanked him repeatedly.

However, he did not notice that Steward Hu, who was standing to the side, had already changed his expression when he heard the middle-aged man tell the man in blood to go and give the reward. Then, a trace of pity appeared in his eyes when he looked at him!

That blood-clad fellow is the sect leader's adopted son. He will only be deployed in one situation: to kill!

After the blood-stained young man led the overjoyed Huang San away, the middle-aged man's smile gradually faded, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Have the people caught up?"

Manager Hu concealed the expression in his eyes and hurriedly bowed, replying:

"Reporting to the sect leader, we've tampered with the storage ring; it's colorless and odorless. As long as we release the 'Scent-Recognizing Bird,' we can find him within a hundred miles!"

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man nodded lightly and said, "I've always trusted you to handle things, but this matter is of utmost importance, so we must not be careless!"

"Don't worry, Sect Master. That kid shouldn't be from the Black Corner Region. He's all alone and seriously injured right now. In the Black Corner Region, as long as we handle things cleanly, no matter how powerful his background is, no one will know!"

Manager Hu's tone gradually rose:

"This opportunity has fallen from the sky, and it's only right that it belongs to the sect leader. I must congratulate the sect leader; once you obtain that golden dragon and are nourished by its pure dragon blood, you might just become the dominant force across the entire continent!"

"Haha." The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to Steward Hu's description of the scene, a hint of joy flashing across them. Then, as if he had thought of something, his eyes turned sinister and unwilling as he sneered:

"The Black Emperor Sect of the Thousand Medicine Workshop!"

As they were talking, a figure in blood-stained clothes pushed open the door and walked in, emanating a strong stench of blood. Manager Hu wrinkled his nose uncomfortably and took two steps to the side without making a sound.

A cold, hoarse voice calmly echoed in the room:

"Father, all thirty-eight members of the caravan have been rewarded without exception!"

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said cautiously, "Tonight, go and test that young man in black, see what he's capable of!"

"Remember, don't make too much of a commotion! I'll have the city guards cooperate with you!"

"good!"

The young man in blood-stained clothes lowered his head slightly in response, his eyelids slightly drooping, and a strange look flashed in his cold, deep eyes.

On the bustling streets,

Xiao Bai emerged from a clothing shop, his black robe now brand new, no longer the disheveled figure he once was.

I looked up at the sky; it was gradually getting dark.

"My lord, the smell on that ring is awful. What kind of shady shop is this? Are they going to sell us secondhand goods?" The little golden dragon sneezed in his sleeve and transmitted his voice indignantly.

"Didn't I already switch hands?"

This book has a brand new chapter.

Let's take a look!

Xiao Bai walked down the street, ignoring the occasional clanging of ping-pong balls and other weapons around him, and said with a faint smile:

"Be patient, this is bait, we can't wipe it off now!"

Turning the corner, I saw a rather large inn and walked straight over to it.

Just as they were about to reach the inn's entrance, a gong sound caught Xiao Bai's attention.

"Attention everyone! After sunset tonight, Black Seal City will be under curfew. Anyone who violates this curfew will be executed without exception!" a man dressed in a black city guard uniform shouted.

"Curfew? What are these Eight Doors doing? I was planning to visit the Red Sleeve Pavilion tonight!"

"This is really something. To hear the word 'curfew' here in the Black Corner Region. Isn't this the kind of measure only used in imperial cities?"

"Tsk tsk. I wonder who offended the Eight Doors, forcing them to resort to such a laughable method!"

Hearing the whispers around him, Xiao Bai stroked his chin, his expression subtle. Could this curfew be aimed at him?

"Heh. So impatient, huh?"

"Is this because they see I'm badly injured and want to finish this quickly?"

He shook his head, turned around, and walked into the inn.

The night was deep, and there was not a glimmer of light in the sky.

The once bustling Black Seal City has never been so quiet.

The lobby of the Black Seal Auction House.

The room was brightly lit, and the daytime hustle and bustle was gone. Only three figures were present, one sitting and two standing.

"Sect Master, we've found out where that kid is staying: Donglai Inn!" Manager Hu said, bowing.

"Have the people inside cleaned it up?"

"That place belongs to the Eight Doors (a powerful organization in China). We told them that some important person wanted to book the inn, so we moved everyone there!"

"With such a commotion, didn't that person react at all?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly and asked.

"Our men had already come up with an excuse, but that kid went into the room and hasn't come out since, acting like he's completely oblivious to what's happening outside!"

The middle-aged man frowned, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

This young man is either too badly injured and his perception of the outside world is impaired, or he is simply fearless and reckless!

"Father, don't worry. I'll test him first. Even if he has some tricks up his sleeve, I can say it's because he was disrespectful to you during the day, and I couldn't stand it. Then, Father can step in, and things will turn around!"

"However, if he's seriously injured, causing a decline in his senses, that would be exactly what we want!"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed at the young man's hoarse voice in the blood-stained clothes. This was a very good reason; it allowed him to both attack and defend.

As for the risks, there are definitely some, but for that golden dragon, it's worth the risk!

"Haha, my son is right!" The middle-aged man stood up, patted the blood-stained youth on the shoulder, and with a wave of his sleeve, said, "Do as you say, go!"

Donglai Inn.

In a guest room, after washing up, Xiao Bai was sitting comfortably at the table, writing letters to Xun'er and Xiao Yixian, preparing to send them out tomorrow so that the two little girls wouldn't worry.

Xiao Bai ignored what happened at the inn and even welcomed it.

Suddenly, Xiao Bai's hand, which was holding the pen, paused slightly. He then ignored it, finished writing the remaining characters, wiped the ink with his hand, and it was dry.

He tucked the letter into the envelope, put it into his storage ring, and then turned his head slightly, saying:

"Now that you're here, stop with the underhanded tactics and get to work!"

"As expected of the Golden Dragon Master, you are indeed extraordinary!" The hoarse voice, like shards of glass rubbing together, was quite grating.

A figure in black robes pushed open the door and walked in, his face obscured.

"What kind of poison is this? It smells pretty good!" Xiao Bai twitched his nose slightly, sniffing the fragrance in the air, which was like that of a friend chatting casually.

"!" The black-robed figure's cold eyes faltered slightly. Was this guy a monster? Even a Dou Huang expert wouldn't dare to absorb the Three Absolute Illusionary Poisons so recklessly, right?

"Don't want to talk?" Xiao Bai smiled slightly, unconcerned that he didn't speak, and glanced around: "Bring out your master, Yuan Yi, too!"

"Although I am currently injured, a mere seven-star Dou Wang is simply not enough, no matter what your plans are!"

"Heh." The figure in black robes sneered, "Whether it's enough or not, it's not up to you to decide!"

As he spoke, he slowly drew his long sword, its blade blood-red and its sharpness fully revealed, a bloody aura slowly spreading out.

"Tsk tsk. This smell of blood... it seems that the knife in your hand... has quite a bit of blood on it!" Xiao Bai looked around and shook his head, noticing that the entire room was filled with a faint, hazy blood-red hue.

"Sky-Splitting Slash!"

Without a word, the figure in black robes unleashed a curved blade of light, carrying a sharp gust of wind, as if countless souls were wailing in agony. The blade, over ten feet long, slashed down at Xiao Bai with the force of splitting a mountain.

As Xiao Bai watched the crimson blade light getting closer and closer overhead, he clenched his fist, his jade-like fist devoid of any fighting spirit fluctuations. He then swung it out suddenly, producing a series of sonic booms that slightly distorted the space around him.

"Bang!"

The energy scattered, and an invisible wave, visible to the naked eye, crashed violently against the walls of the inn room, causing it to collapse with a roar.

Then, Xiao Bai moved swiftly, leaving only a faint afterimage by the table. The real Xiao Bai appeared in front of the man in black robes and grabbed his neck.

"I told you, you alone aren't enough!"

As he spoke, Xiao Bai was about to exert force in his hand and crush it to death.

"etc.!"

(End of this chapter)