Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Some of them turned their gaze to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan has always been with Sister Wanwan, so he must know.

Unfortunately, Zhou Shufeng did not receive a response from Zhou Yan.

However, he wasn't surprised, since Zhou Yan always put Zhou Wanwan first in everything.

Seeing this, the three had no choice but to give up their plans.

At this moment, a maidservant entered carrying a jade tray.

"Distinguished guests, this is the 'Drunken Sleep' wine you ordered." The maid slowly placed the wine pot on the table, then bowed and left the private room at Zhou Wanwan's nod.

Zhou Shuyue's eyes lit up at the sight of the wine. She picked up the wine pot and poured a cup for Zhou Wanwan first. "Sister Wanwan, have a drink."

"Hmm," Zhou Wanwan uttered a single word.

The aroma of the wine quickly whetted the appetites of the remaining few people.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Shufeng and Zhou Shuxue said in unison, "Me too."

Zhou Yan did not speak, but pushed the wine cup in front of him forward.

Zhou Shuyue's gaze swept over the group, a smirk playing on her lips. "Want a drink?"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine jug and poured wine for himself, all while being watched by the three men.

"Pour it yourself." Zhou Shuyue loosened her grip on the wine pot and tilted her head as she hummed.

After speaking, he held the cup to his lips.

One bite.

"Good wine." Zhou Shuyue smiled with satisfaction.

As soon as the wine went down her throat, Zhou Shuyue couldn't help but become more talkative.

"Tell me... in what way is our Zhou Clan inferior to the Gong Clan, whether it's the elders or the disciples and prodigies? The Gong Clan is only more famous because they wiped out the Blood Refining Sect a few times," Zhou Shuyue said, getting more and more excited as she spoke. After a few more sips of wine, she said with a hint of resentment, "Why should we be subordinate to the Gong Clan?"

"That's right, it's not like we wiped out the Blood Refining Sect." Zhou Shuxue immediately chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wanwan paused, her hand holding the wine cup still. "One thing at a time."

Although she also did not want the Zhou Immortal Clan to be subordinate to the Gong Immortal Clan, but...

"On the path of cultivation, only true skill is recognized through swordsmanship; empty words cannot prevail. How can the Zhou family be allowed to overshadow the Gong family?"

"Yes." Zhou Shuyue and Zhou Shuxue immediately straightened up and said in unison.

the other side.

"I was still young when the Gong Clan besieged the Blood Refining Sect." Before the auction officially started, the three of them began chatting, recounting one glorious chapter after another of the Gong Clan's history.

"However, the leader of the clan at that time was the Tenth Elder, and I heard him talk about it quite a bit in the past." Gong Yi said, unable to contain his excitement.

The Blood Refining Sect! You should know that a hundred years ago, the Blood Refining Sect was the number one sect in the demonic path.

However, after several encirclements and suppressions by the Gong Clan, their scale has now been greatly reduced.

They rarely even make a name for themselves in the cultivation world.

"Do you know about the 'Crimson Yin Valley' on the outskirts of the Blood Refining Sect? There's a Blood River Formation there, which the Tenth Elder sealed with a single sword strike..."

As Lin Yuan listened, he pondered to himself.

It turns out that the Tenth Elder and the Blood Refining Sect have this connection.

Could it be that the Blood Refining Sect ordered them to kill the Tenth Elder in order to take revenge?

If that's the case, I'm afraid he'll have to put in some effort to extricate himself from this mess.

At that moment, a clear and melodious sound of a bronze chime wafted from the lotus-shaped auction platform suspended in the center of the hall.

The sound of the chime instantly silenced all the hushed conversations in the hall.

The auction has begun.

Hundreds of eyes, some open and some hidden, were all turned toward the gleaming auction stage.

Lin Yuan and the other two also shifted their attention.

The tabletop was carved from a single piece of "Warm Jade from the Heart of the Sea," its warm, luminous white light emanating from within, illuminating every detail on the surface. Several layers of slightly undulating pale golden aura surrounded the edge of the table, serving both as protection and to block any unnecessary spiritual energy probing from the outside world.

An elderly man dressed in a long black robe with cloud patterns appeared silently in the center of the jade platform. His hair and beard were all white, his face was thin, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars, and a sharp light was hidden between them.

"The time has come."

The old man's voice was not loud, but it strangely penetrated the entire vast hall, clearly reaching every private room and every corner, and even the monks sitting at the very edge could hear it clearly.