# Chapter 165: Loss
Looking at the arm still dancing in the air, the hearts of the crowd trembled once more.
It was only one sword strike. In fact, they hadn't even seen the sword—only the sword light. Lin Feng's hand was the sword, and his entire being was also a sword, an indestructible sword.
In that brief moment of a single sword strike, Lin Feng had proven to be this powerful. Even the Supreme Elder Lin Rui was no match for him, unable to withstand even a single blow.
Lin Rui was already at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, only one step away from the Mysterious Martial Realm. So what realm was Lin Feng? Lin Feng, now only seventeen years old, was like many of the young people in the clan—the Lin family members still relied on their parents and the family.
But Lin Feng, on the other hand, had already surpassed everyone in strength, leading tens of thousands of Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry. This was the gap, an unbridgeable chasm.
This young man who had been expelled from the Lin family had already reached a level that made the Lin family members look up to him in awe.
"Roar…"
A miserable scream came from Lin Rui's mouth. His remaining arm swung out wildly, striking with all his might, carrying a thick aura of freezing cold.
But Lin Feng's body twisted slightly, moving with exquisite precision. His footwork seemed to blend with heaven and earth, elusive and unpredictable. With a casual flicker, he let the freezing palm brush past his shoulder. A layer of frost covered Lin Feng's shoulder, but then his shoulder shook slightly, and his hand struck out again. Sword light surged once more.
"Chi, chi…"
Another soft sound rang out. Lin Feng's hand swept across, and blood splattered. Lin Rui's other arm had also been severed by Lin Feng, severed with effortless ease.
The gap between Lin Feng and Lin Rui was too great. Lin Rui simply couldn't compare.
Their bodies crossed past each other. Lin Feng and Lin Rui stood back to back. Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze still calm.
"Ah…"
A heart-wrenching scream rang out. Feeling the emptiness on both sides, Lin Rui's body trembled violently, unable to stop.
Blood flowed continuously, staining the ground red. But Lin Rui's heart hurt even more than his arms. It was over. With both arms severed, even if Lin Feng didn't kill him, he was still a cripple.
"Supreme Elder, in the past, you were powerful, so you looked down on everyone, doing whatever you wanted, acting without restraint. You deposed my father from his position as family head and installed a new one. You injured my father and expelled my father and me from the clan. Now that I, Lin Feng, have returned, and my strength surpasses yours, everything naturally must be repaid. Now, I do as I please. If I want to cut off your arms, I cut off your arms. If I want to kill you, I kill you."
Lin Feng spoke with his back to Lin Rui, his voice arrogant and unrestrained. In a world where strength reigns supreme, whoever is stronger has the right to speak and can do whatever they want. Lin Rui once relied on his strength to injure his father and expel them from the clan. Now that Lin Feng was strong, he could easily sever Lin Rui's arms. Who could say otherwise?
He could cripple whoever he wanted and kill whoever he wanted.
Lin Rui's heart was bleeding. At this moment, his heart was filled with endless venom, but his mouth was tightly shut. He didn't dare say a single word against Lin Feng. Just as Lin Feng had said, in this world, whoever is strong can do whatever they want. If he still wanted to live, he had to shut up, no matter how much he hated Lin Feng.
Being a cripple was still better than being a dead man. As one grows older, life becomes more precious. Lin Rui couldn't bear to die.
"Lin Rui, today I will spare your life and let you live out the rest of your days in misery. I cut off your arms to collect the debt you owe me from the past. You can get lost now. If you have the ability to take revenge, feel free to come find me anytime."
Lin Feng said indifferently. What Supreme Elder? As long as one's strength was great, any status was meaningless. In this world, only strength mattered.
Lin Rui's body trembled slightly. He turned around and glanced at Lin Feng, then lifted his foot and slowly walked away, his back desolate and lonely. Because of his past mistake, he had paid such a painful price.
After Lin Rui left, Lin Feng's gaze swept toward the viewing platform and finally landed on the Grand Elder and the Third Elder. He spoke indifferently: "Grand Elder, Third Elder, the two of you will cripple your own cultivation. There's no need for me to do it myself. Otherwise, at the very least, you'll lose both arms."
Lin Feng's calm voice made the Grand Elder and Third Elder's faces turn deathly pale. The reckoning had come. Lin Feng was settling old scores with them.
In the past, they had humiliated Lin Feng and forced Lin Hai to abdicate. Both of them had a hand in it, colluding with Lin Badao. Now Lin Feng was making them cripple their own cultivation.
Looking at the armless figure walking away in the distance, the Grand Elder suddenly laughed wildly. Then, with a fierce palm strike, he slammed it directly onto his own body. With a muffled groan, blood continuously seeped from the corners of his mouth. He had crippled his own cultivation.
The Third Elder's body trembled, reluctant to act.
"Third Brother, if you don't want to die, cripple yourself."
The Grand Elder's eyes held a hint of tragic resolve as he spoke. The Third Elder's whole body shuddered. He looked at the Grand Elder, then, like him, crippled his own cultivation.
Thus, Lin Badao, the Lin family head, was dead; Lin Haoran, the Third Master of the Lin family, was dead; the Ninth Elder was dead; the Supreme Elder had both arms severed; and the Grand Elder and Third Elder had crippled their own cultivation.
Lin Feng's return had orchestrated a bloody storm.
Standing on the battle platform, Lin Feng's gaze swept over the crowd. He said indifferently: "I won't touch the rest of you. As for those who have grudges against me, I'll let you off this once. You'd better behave yourselves. Of course, you can also come to me for revenge, but you'd better think it through before you do."
With that, Lin Feng turned and stepped down from the battle platform. He waved his hand, and instantly, tens of thousands of Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry mounted their horses in perfect unison. This was a true elite legion. They followed Lin Feng and would witness the history of Snow Moon, and likewise, push the wheel of history forward.
Lin Feng also mounted a warhorse. His arrogant figure stood tall and straight.
"Let's go."
Lin Feng said lightly. But at that moment, a voice rang out.
"Wait!"
Hearing this voice, Lin Feng paused in place but didn't turn around, waiting for the other person to speak.
"Lin Feng, can you return to the Lin family?"
A voice filled with strong hope rang out, causing the Lin family members to tremble violently. Their gazes all fell on Lin Feng.
That's right, Lin Feng—could he return to the Lin family?
If Lin Feng was willing to return to the Lin family, not only would the Lin family's strength not be damaged, but from then on, Yangzhou City would belong to the Lin family. Even the surrounding tens of thousands of miles of land would be under the Lin family's rule.
This voice spoke the hope hidden deep in the hearts of all Lin family members, but no one dared to say it. Now, someone had said it for them.
"If you're willing to return to the Lin family, we can drive away all those who once forced you to leave the clan, including Lin Qian."
The speaker, seeing Lin Feng's silence, spoke again. The crowd fell into complete silence. That's right, if Lin Feng was willing to stay, even Lin Qian could be driven out of the family. Compared to Lin Feng, Lin Qian, who was once regarded as a heavenly daughter, was indeed far inferior to Lin Feng.
Lin Qian, who was supporting Lin Badao's corpse, trembled all over. A trace of sorrow flashed in her eyes. Back then, she, Lin Qian, was so glorious. She was the heavenly daughter of the Lin family and even Yangzhou City, doted on by everyone. But because of Lin Feng, her radiance was completely overshadowed. Lin Feng was far too dazzling compared to her.
Lin Qian still vaguely remembered the scene when she stepped into the Cloud Sea Sect to humiliate Lin Feng. It was still vivid in her memory. But now, that young man had grown to such a level.
"Back then, when I was expelled from the clan, not a single person spoke up for me. Now that my strength has grown and I have my own power, you want me to return to the clan. Is that possible? Some things are destined to never be undone!"
Lin Feng sat on his warhorse without turning back. He said indifferently, and then, the warhorse galloped away, thundering off.
Tens of thousands of Iron Cavalry galloped simultaneously. The earth trembled once again, trembling in the hearts of the crowd.
Watching the gradually disappearing figure, the crowd's hearts were filled with all kinds of complex emotions. Some things were destined to never be undone. Just as Lin Feng had said, when he left in humiliation back then, who had spoken a single word for Lin Feng? When the Lin family wanted to clean house and kill Lin Feng, who had spoken a single word for that young man?
Now that Lin Feng was powerful and leading a legion, they wanted him to return to the clan. Was that possible?
What was lost was destined to remain lost, forever!
# Chapter 166: Shameless Lin Feng
The New Year in Yangzhou City was still bustling with activity. On the main roads, groups of three or five people gathered, lively and bustling with noise and excitement.
At this moment, at the city gates of Yangzhou, the guards had disappeared. In their place were majestic soldiers wearing crimson armor, exuding sharpness from head to toe.
Not only that, but in Yangzhou City, a group of imposing soldiers rode on Crimson Blood Warhorses, patrolling the city. They were awe-inspiring. Wherever they passed, the crowd fell into solemn silence, their gazes fixed on these people.
"The Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry is indeed imposing. It's said that throughout the entire Snow Moon Kingdom, this legion is the most elite. And now, they're stationed in our Yangzhou City."
On the main road, the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry thundered past. As the crowd watched these mighty cavalrymen, someone spoke up.
"This is a blessing for our Yangzhou City. Now, with the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry here, which other city in the surrounding area would dare to provoke the people of Yangzhou City?"
"That's right. Back then, I, Fang, was fortunate enough to see the Crimson Blood Commander in person. At that time, he was only a sixteen-year-old youth, but standing on the battle platform of the Yangzhou City tournament, he was incredibly formidable. Those so-called heavenly daughters like Nalan Feng and Lin Qian were utterly vulnerable and fragile before the Commander. Even then, I knew that the Commander would surely achieve great things in the future. I didn't expect that in just one year, my prediction would come true."
A long-bearded man felt a sense of pride, holding his head high as he spoke. The others immediately showed expressions of disdain. This guy was bragging again.
In short, at this moment in Yangzhou City, Lin Feng had become a legend, recounted by the people of Yangzhou.
A year ago, a youth rose to prominence on the battle platform of the Yangzhou City tournament but was forced to leave in humiliation by the joint pressure of several families.
A year later, that youth had become more mature, more tenacious, and incomparably powerful. He stepped onto the Crimson Blood Warhorse, majestic and awe-inspiring, leading tens of thousands of Iron Cavalry as they charged into Yangzhou City, making an earth-shattering return.
From then on, the four great families of Yangzhou City all declined. Only the Commander's Mansion replaced the former City Lord's Mansion, standing tall in Yangzhou City.
However, the people of Yangzhou City felt somewhat fortunate about this instead. They had heard that Lin Feng planned to lead this legion and turn Yangzhou City into an iron-blooded fortress. The stronger Yangzhou City became, the broader the horizons the people of Yangzhou City could touch, which would be more beneficial for their cultivation.
At this moment, in the City Lord's Mansion of Yangzhou City, noise was incessant. Tens of thousands of Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry were all busy, renovating and expanding the City Lord's Mansion.
Within a day, the walls surrounding the City Lord's Mansion were completely demolished.
As for Lin Feng, he was standing at the entrance of an underground passage at this moment, looking at a long tunnel before him, a contemplative expression on his face.
This pitch-black corridor was newly dug. The power of tens of thousands of Iron Cavalry was immense. At this moment, a large portion of the ground beneath the City Lord's Mansion was already hollowed out.
Since he had agreed to take over this powerful legion, he, Lin Feng, naturally had to do something.
His body trembled slightly, and Lin Feng's figure disappeared at the passage entrance. After a moment, he appeared in another room. In front of him was a huge sand table.
On the left and right sides of the sand table stood three figures, their gazes deep.
These three people were the former Central Army Commander Ren Qingkuang, the Left Army Commander Feng Yuhan, and the Right Army Commander Lei Qingtian. In the past, they each commanded an army, but now, they had been kept by Lin Feng's side to assist him.
"Xiao Feng, look. We dig a river channel here, and at these eight positions, we build eight underground towers. Combined with the various mechanisms inside, the City Lord's Mansion will become an insurmountable natural moat. Even if a Mysterious Martial Realm expert comes, as long as they're not too heaven-defying, they'll still have no way back."
Feng Yuhan's voice carried a hint of confidence. Among the three armies, the Crimson Blood Legion was the elite force, the trump card. The Central Army Commander Ren Qingkuang was skilled in strategy, adept at using the situation to dominate the battlefield. The Left Army Commander Feng Yuhan was good at leveraging terrain, deploying formations, and creating mechanisms and traps. The Right Army Commander Lei Qingtian excelled in attacking strongholds, fighting tough battles with iron-blooded dominance.
A legion of several hundred thousand naturally needed a clear division of labor. These three commanders each had their own expertise.
Lin Feng carefully observed the terrain on the sand table and nodded slightly. "Uncle Feng, I'll leave the task of building the City Lord's Mansion entirely to you. Just help me build an underground city."
"Building an underground city isn't difficult, but Xiao Feng, we have over ten thousand soldiers here who are willingly following you. Now that the royal family can no longer provide us with support, everything depends on ourselves. If we keep spending heavily, we can hold out for now, but if this continues for too long, it won't be conducive to development. Moreover, morale will waver."
Lin Feng nodded slightly. This was indeed a problem. Now, the three armies were united, and many soldiers were even willing to take resources from their own pockets to support him. But this was by no means a long-term solution.
A legion, though powerful, needed many things. For example, pills for treatment, Origin Stones for cultivation, weapons, warhorses, and the construction of Yangzhou City. These required a terrifying amount of resources to sustain.
"I understand. I'll think of something." Lin Feng said, then turned his gaze to Ren Qingkuang and Lei Qingtian. "Uncle Ren, I'll leave the construction of Yangzhou City and recruitment matters to you. Uncle Lei, I'll trouble you with the defense of Yangzhou City."
"Alright."
"Don't worry. Leave it to me."
Both commanders responded. Now that Lin Feng's fief was Yangzhou City, he would never lead these tens of thousands of iron-blooded soldiers without doing anything. He still needed to expand the army and shape the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry into true elites. The memories left by that Venerable were all precious treasures.
Yangzhou City would rise in Snow Moon sooner or later and become the focus of everyone's attention.
In the coming months, Lin Feng didn't plan to return to the Imperial City. Instead, he intended to focus on staying in Yangzhou City.
"Three uncles, I'll trouble you."
A hint of gratitude appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. The three of them were once commanders of their own armies, but now they were following him. This debt of gratitude alone was enough for him to remember.
"Xiao Feng, the three of us, along with Commander Jiu and General, have been through life and death together. Now that the General's heart is dead and Crimson Blood has fallen, the three of us have to do something. The General believes in you, and we believe in you too."
Ren Qingkuang looked at Lin Feng, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Lin Feng, this unrestrained youth, dared to defy the royal family for Liu Canglan and kill Duan Han in front of Duan Tianlang. If he didn't amount to anything, Ren Qingkuang and the others would accept their fate. They all knew very well that Liu Canglan's heart was now dead, and he no longer had the ambition he once had. Even if they stayed by Liu Canglan's side, they wouldn't have much of a future.
So, they followed Liu Canglan's advice and followed Lin Feng. They did this all for Liu Canglan, to do something for him. This debt of gratitude was something only they understood.
Lin Feng understood too. So, he was destined not to be mediocre and useless.
...
In a clean and refreshing room, everything was brand new. Lin Feng pushed the door open and walked in. A stunning figure was lazily leaning against the wooden bed, her indifferent gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought.
She glanced at Lin Feng, then looked away again, still cold and indifferent. Only her silhouette was breathtakingly beautiful.
Lin Feng smiled bitterly. How could he not melt her?
But Lin Feng also knew that being able to freely enter and leave Meng Qing's room was already quite good. If it were anyone else, as soon as they set foot half a step into Meng Qing's room, they would probably be frozen by her cold aura.
Her room was only accessible to Lin Feng.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Feng walked toward Meng Qing and asked softly.
Meng Qing shook her head slightly and said softly, "Nothing."
Lin Feng walked to the bedside and slowly sat down. Meng Qing moved her long, graceful legs inward to make room for Lin Feng to sit.
"Thinking about me?"
Lin Feng looked at Meng Qing with a half-smile.
But Meng Qing looked at him calmly, her gaze indifferent, causing Lin Feng's smile to freeze. This woman was too hard to deal with.
Still leaning against the edge of the bed, Meng Qing averted her gaze and didn't look at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng moved his body slightly closer to Meng Qing, causing her legs to shift further inward.
Her eyes fixed on Lin Feng, unblinking, as if she were watching a thief.
Lin Feng scratched his head with a simple expression, but his body kept moving until he was almost touching Meng Qing. This caused a hint of strangeness to flash in her eyes as she stared at him, finally showing a trace of fluctuation.
"Can I hold you?" Lin Feng looked at those breathtakingly beautiful eyes and asked softly.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement." Before Meng Qing could move her lips, Lin Feng spoke first, then shamelessly pulled Meng Qing into his arms, even laying her down and placing her in his embrace.
# Chapter 167: Small Nine Palace Gathering Spirit Formation
Held by Lin Feng, Meng Qing's whole body trembled. She felt weak and powerless. Despite her formidable strength, she couldn't use it. Following Lin Feng's arm, she lay limply in his arms.
Looking up at Lin Feng, who was so close, a rare hint of shyness flashed in Meng Qing's eyes. Her holy face even showed a faint blush, making her so beautiful that Lin Feng's heart trembled.
"Let me go."
Surprisingly, Meng Qing struggled slightly, trying to push Lin Feng away. But Lin Feng's arms held her tightly, not loosening at all. Soon, Meng Qing's struggle stopped. She turned her head away, not daring to meet Lin Feng's burning gaze.
Lin Feng smiled. Although this girl was cold, she was actually quite obedient—at least, she listened to him.
"I'll just hold you for a while." Lin Feng said with a smile. Meng Qing slowly turned her gaze back to him. Those clear, beautiful eyes could no longer remain calm.
Her fluctuating heart gradually calmed down. Meng Qing slightly tilted her head and burrowed into Lin Feng's embrace, letting him hold her. She was very quiet, just like her heart—peaceful and beautiful.
The brief embrace felt like eternity. Lin Feng tightened his arms, looking at the perfect body in his arms. A strange stirring rose in his heart. To say that he, Lin Feng, had no impure thoughts about such a stunning beauty would be impossible and abnormal.
"Meng Qing, look at me." After a long silence, Lin Feng spoke again.
Meng Qing, who was lying quietly in his arms, moved slightly. Then she poked her head out and looked at Lin Feng with a hint of confusion.
"You're so beautiful!"
Lin Feng smiled. A strange emotion stirred in Meng Qing's heart, and a hint of shyness appeared on her face again. No woman disliked being praised and admired for her beauty by the one she loved.
Meng Qing, though different from most women, was still a woman after all. She had love and hate. When a woman deeply loved a man, she wasn't much different from most women—very foolish.
Lin Feng's head slowly lowered, causing Meng Qing's body to tremble. The shyness on her face grew stronger. Her heart pounded wildly. She wanted to dodge but didn't want to avoid it.
In the end, when Lin Feng's lips pressed against hers, her body trembled slightly, as if struck by lightning. Her holy and beautiful eyes widened, numb and at a loss.
Fortunately, this scene didn't last long. Lin Feng moved his lips away. Looking at Meng Qing's shy face, a bright smile appeared on his face—a very sweet smile.
Meng Qing looked at Lin Feng's smile, her heart flustered. She didn't dare to meet his eyes. Flustered, she got up and moved toward the inside of the bed, extremely shy and nervous, very nervous.
In fact, Lin Feng was also very nervous. Meng Qing should be considered his first love. The first girl he ever held was Meng Qing, and this was also the first time he had kissed a girl. How could he not be nervous?
Although Lin Feng wielded his sword across the world and remained calm even when blood stained the battlefield, matters of the heart made him nervous instead. Perhaps it was because he had no experience.
"Meng Qing, get some rest." Lin Feng stood up and said to the bowing Meng Qing. Then he turned and walked out.
After Lin Feng left, Meng Qing raised her head. Her holy and beautiful face carried a captivating shyness. She held her knees with both hands, sitting there, lost in thought.
As she thought, a heart-stirring smile gradually appeared in her calm eyes. One smile could topple a city.
...
Three months later, in Yangzhou City, many buildings suddenly rose into the clouds, appearing out of nowhere. Apart from some grand structures, there were also many observation towers, hundreds of meters high, located in eight directions around Yangzhou City.
And the former City Lord's Mansion of Yangzhou City, now the Commander's Mansion, was more than three times larger than before. Sounds constantly came from inside every day, but few people knew what was happening. They only knew that the Commander's Mansion was undergoing massive expansion and reconstruction.
Underground, Lin Feng sat cross-legged, motionless.
At this moment, he was in a state of Unity of Heaven and Man. His perception was fully released. In his mental world, countless points of light lit up the dark space, scattered in every corner without any connection.
Viewed from the ground, these points of light seemed chaotic and disorderly, as if randomly arranged. But if one looked down from above, they would see that these points of light actually formed a special shape, exuding a mysterious aura.
Waves of soul power were released, spreading toward these points of light. Eventually, an invisible force descended upon the countless points of light, guiding them.
A ray of light formed between two points, connecting the two previously unrelated points. The dark space became a little brighter.
With the appearance of one ray of light, radiance flickered in the dark space. More and more points of light connected, forming lines that illuminated the darkness, adorning it.
In the end, the lines spread automatically, faster and faster. A special pattern gradually took shape, forming a nine-palace configuration, with each palace interconnected.
In the Snow Moon Kingdom, a Mysterious Martial Realm expert was definitely considered a top-tier powerhouse. Because upon reaching the Mysterious Martial Realm, one could condense heaven and earth Yuan Qi into true Yuan power. Each strand of true Yuan contained immense Yuan Qi, with astonishing power. At the same time, Mysterious Martial Realm experts could gradually use the power of the soul to set up formations and dabble in the Dao of artifact refining and alchemy.
Before the Mysterious Martial Realm, although some people could set up formations, refine artifacts, and alchemy using special methods, they couldn't use the power of the soul, so their achievements were extremely limited.
Every Mysterious Martial Realm expert understood some simple formations. At the very least, no one would neglect the Gathering Spirit Formation related to their own cultivation.
However, Gathering Spirit Formations varied in strength and could be small or large. A weak Gathering Spirit Formation could only increase the speed of Yuan Qi gathering, with limited savings in Origin Stones. A powerful Gathering Spirit Formation, on the other hand, could use the fewest Origin Stones to create a formation that continuously generated heaven and earth Yuan Qi, inexhaustible.
At this moment, Lin Feng was setting up a Gathering Spirit Formation.
Although he had quite a few Origin Stones on him, they were far too few to provide for an entire legion's cultivation. So, a formation was necessary to maximize the savings of Origin Stones while producing better cultivation effects.
At this moment, still in the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, Lin Feng's closed eyes trembled. All his focus was on the countless rays of light.
The corners of his mouth twitched. Lin Feng's lips moved slightly, and then he let out a low shout: "Condense!"
As the words fell, Lin Feng's body shook violently. He let out a muffled groan and slowly opened his eyes.
He coughed lightly. Lin Feng raised his gaze and looked around. Incomparably brilliant beams of light shot up into the sky. The unformed threads frantically condensed and connected. When the last thread intertwined, an extremely dazzling radiance shot up. The nine-palace pattern began to spin wildly, absorbing the surrounding heaven and earth Yuan Qi.
Lin Feng felt utterly exhausted, but looking at the formed nine-palace pattern, a smile appeared on his face.
"Small Nine Palace Gathering Spirit Formation, so powerful."
Feeling the frantically condensing heaven and earth Yuan Qi, Lin Feng sighed inwardly. The cultivation tower of the Heavenly One Academy also had a powerful Gathering Spirit Formation set up, which continuously provided the cultivation rooms with extremely rich heaven and earth Yuan Qi.
Now he, Lin Feng, could also set up a Gathering Spirit Formation. Even the Small Nine Palace Gathering Spirit Formation was this powerful. How powerful would the Great Nine Palace Gathering Spirit Formation be?
"Venerable Martial Realm, Venerable—the things left behind are indeed extraordinary. If I hadn't cultivated the Remnant Soul Heaven Art for so long, allowing me to now disperse a hundred residual souls, with a strong and resilient soul, plus the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, I definitely wouldn't have been able to set up such a powerful formation."
Lin Feng murmured to himself. To set up a formation, a powerful soul, precise control, and keen perception were all indispensable. If he hadn't cultivated the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, this formation wouldn't have succeeded. If he hadn't achieved the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, this formation also wouldn't have succeeded.
Just now, the gazes of the people in the Commander's Mansion all froze. Above the Commander's Mansion, a ethereal pattern appeared, forming a nine-palace interconnected configuration. But it disappeared in an instant. However, in the moment the pattern disappeared, they felt the disturbance of heaven and earth Yuan Qi, as if Yuan Qi was continuously converging toward the Commander's Mansion.
At the same time, many cultivators around the Commander's Mansion narrowed their eyes. They suddenly felt the disturbance of heaven and earth Yuan Qi, as if some force was absorbing the Yuan Qi in the space.
Being able to affect the Yuan Qi fluctuations in space—this was the work of a powerful Gathering Spirit Formation.
After sensing for a moment, many cultivators all turned their gazes to the same place—the Commander's Mansion!
# Chapter 168: Tianluo Ancient City
Two months later, Yangzhou City's Commander's Mansion took on a new look, standing like a small city within Yangzhou City.
The Commander's Mansion had expanded several times in area. Within it, palaces and pavilions stood proudly, and majestic castles were situated, filling the entire Commander's Mansion with an aura of authority and dominance.
And this still seemed insufficient. The Commander's Mansion had no walls on any side because it was still expanding.
Apart from the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry building the Commander's Mansion, there were many other people on the periphery. Some were soldiers recruited for the expansion, and others came voluntarily.
At this moment, everyone in Yangzhou City wanted to come to the Commander's Mansion, willingly working, because the current City Lord's Mansion contained extremely rich heaven and earth Yuan Qi. Being in the Commander's Mansion meant being bathed in heaven and earth Yuan Qi. In such an environment, martial artists could gain tremendous benefits.
The foundation of martial arts cultivation was heaven and earth Yuan Qi. Absorbing heaven and earth Yuan Qi could change one's bones, blood, and meridians, enhancing a martial artist's strength. No martial artist would refuse heaven and earth Yuan Qi.
In Yangzhou City, not many people had Origin Stones. Using Origin Stones directly for cultivation was extremely luxurious. They could only improve their cultivation by absorbing the Yuan Qi in the air. But now, in the Commander's Mansion, they had the opportunity to bathe in heaven and earth Yuan Qi. Even working could bring benefits. When resting at night, they could directly cultivate on the periphery of the Commander's Mansion.
Now, the Commander's Mansion was divided into an Outer Mansion and an Inner Mansion. The Inner Mansion was the core area of the Commander's Mansion. Except for the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry, no one was allowed to step inside. The rules were strict. Whoever entered would die.
At this moment, at the gate of the Inner Mansion, several cavalrymen galloped out, heading outside the Commander's Mansion like a hurricane. In an instant, they flashed away and stepped out of the Commander's Mansion.
"That's Commander Lin Feng, right? So handsome, truly a young hero."
"Yes, indeed as young as the rumors say. I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see Commander Lin Feng."
The busy crowd in the Outer Mansion saw these cavalrymen ride out, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Now, Lin Feng had become a legend in Yangzhou City, recounted by countless people. Being able to see Lin Feng, they felt supreme honor. Moreover, although Lin Feng was enfeoffed as the Crimson Blood Marquis, they preferred to call him Commander.
The word "Commander" was more dignified and domineering, reflecting Lin Feng's status.
"By the way, did you see the woman beside the Commander? She wears a light veil, like a fairy."
"Of course I saw her. Although I can't see her face, I can guess she must be an extraordinary woman. What kind of person is the Commander? How could his woman be ordinary? She has to match the Commander."
These people discussed animatedly. At this moment, Lin Feng's cavalry had already left the mansion.
"Meng Qing, they say you're my woman."
Lin Feng sat on his warhorse, glancing at Meng Qing riding beside him. A hint of amusement appeared on his face. The words of those people just now had clearly drifted into his ears.
Meng Qing shot Lin Feng a glare but still didn't speak. Lin Feng, however, laughed heartily. In the past, Meng Qing was always cold and expressionless. Now, at least she would glare at him. This was already considered progress.
A line of cavalry galloped out of the mansion and even directly out of Yangzhou City, heading toward the desolate ancient road.
...
Tianluo Ancient City was an ancient city with a history of tens of millions of years, extremely long-standing.
This vast and majestic ancient city, despite experiencing the baptism of endless time, still retained the style of an ancient city. On the city gate of Tianluo Ancient City was carved an incredibly beautiful demonic beast, a legendary divine beast—the Phoenix, with flaming wings on its back, exuding an ancient aura.
Tianluo Ancient City had another name: Phoenix City.
Tianluo Ancient City was located in the central region of the Snow Moon Kingdom, surrounded by ancient deserts with rolling yellow sand as far as the eye could see. But this endless yellow sand did not affect the prosperity of this ancient city. This ancient city was the largest trading hub in the Snow Moon Kingdom. The vast majority of industries in the entire city were trading.
There were very few native inhabitants of Tianluo Ancient City. Those who had been passed down from ancient times had even become extinct. The vast majority of people were outsiders who came here to trade and find what they desired.
There was a saying: In the Snow Moon Kingdom, if you want to get what you urgently need, go to Tianluo Ancient City. You will definitely find it there.
Some also said that Tianluo Ancient City was the city with the highest average strength in the Snow Moon Kingdom. People at the lower levels of the Qi Martial Realm were too embarrassed to step into this ancient city. Strong individuals could appear anytime, anywhere.
Perhaps a person you casually see on the road wearing a bamboo hat could be a high-level Spirit Martial Realm expert, or even a powerful Mysterious Martial Realm existence. This was the charm of this ancient city.
At this moment, outside Tianluo Ancient City, in the yellow sand, a line of cavalry trampled through the rolling sand, heading toward the ancient city. This line of people numbered only three—Lin Feng and his companions.
Lin Feng and Meng Qing rode at the front, while the masked Ba Dao rode behind, his gaze restrained. Now, Ba Dao could suppress the domineering aura on his body and not release it casually.
"Meng Qing, Tianluo Ancient City is the most open city in the Snow Moon Kingdom. You can enter and exit freely, but inside, it's very cruel. Ordinary people generally don't dare to be too ostentatious in the ancient city."
Lin Feng said to Meng Qing. Meng Qing was even more unfamiliar with this world than he was, so he would try to tell her as much as possible.
"Mm." Meng Qing nodded slightly. Lin Feng turned his gaze forward. From their left direction, two cavalrymen rushed out and entered the ancient city before them.
"Two Ninth Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts."
Ba Dao behind Lin Feng muttered softly, causing Lin Feng's gaze to condense. Two people appeared casually, and both were at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. Tianluo Ancient City truly lived up to its reputation.
At this moment, Lin Feng and his companions also rushed out of the yellow sand, stepping onto the bluestone ground and heading toward the Phoenix City Gate ahead.
But at the same time, above the city gate, two figures descended from the air, blocking the city gate.
Lin Feng and the other two reined in their warhorses. The horses raised their front hooves, shook in place for a moment, and then stopped.
Lin Feng sized up the two figures blocking the way. They were two men around thirty years old. One had a cold and fierce expression, always looking gloomy. The other had a hint of a lecherous smile in his eyes. These two were clearly not good people.
"Something?" Lin Feng looked at these two figures and said indifferently.
"To enter Tianluo Ancient City, each person needs to pay ten Mid-Grade Origin Stones. There are three of you, so a total of thirty Mid-Grade Origin Stones. Three hundred Low-Grade Origin Stones will also do."
The one with the lecherous smile said indifferently, causing Lin Feng to frown.
"Tianluo Ancient City is a free city. People come and go as they please. Since when did entering the city require paying Origin Stones? And even if it did, why should I give them to you two?"
Lin Feng said indifferently.
"If I tell you to pay, you pay. Where do you get all this nonsense?" The man said angrily upon hearing Lin Feng's words, his voice cold.
Lin Feng's expression turned slightly cold. The two people just now entered the city without being stopped. But when he and his companions arrived, these two appeared. Clearly, they saw them as easy targets.
Tianluo Ancient City was indeed a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak.
"What if I don't pay?" Lin Feng said indifferently.
"Don't pay?" The lecherous man sneered. Although Tianluo Ancient City had many strong individuals, not everyone was strong. Someone as young as Lin Feng, no matter how talented, couldn't be that powerful. These were exactly the kind of people they targeted.
Guarding the city gate and extorting some Origin Stones was a very easy way to get Origin Stones because people who came to Tianluo Ancient City generally had some wealth on them.
"Don't pay, then die!" The silent, cold man said indifferently, releasing a murderous aura that was extremely chilling.
"Thirty Mid-Grade Origin Stones for three lives. Think it over carefully." The lecherous man spoke again, the lecherousness on his face growing stronger.
"No need. I've already thought it over." Lin Feng turned his horse around and walked back a few steps. The two sneered. "Thinking of leaving just like that?"
But before their words fell, Ba Dao urged his horse forward. His restrained aura burst forth in an instant. At this moment, an incomparably domineering blade aura materialized into a solid blade, cold and icy.
The two's expressions changed drastically. Such a domineering blade aura—this was blade momentum. Moreover, the other party's aura was at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, the same realm as them.
"Kill!"
With a low shout, under the despairing gazes of the two, a dazzling, domineering blade light flashed through the void, severing two heads.
Ba Dao was expressionless.
"Let's go." Lin Feng said softly, urging his horse forward. The three of them stepped into the ancient city.
At this moment, from the right in the distance, several figures approached—two men and one woman. Looking at the rolling heads on the ground, they all drew in a cold breath.
"So powerful with the blade!"
The woman muttered softly. The three of them had already arrived at Tianluo Ancient City but happened to see these two extorting Origin Stones. They had been hiding in the distance, not entering the city, until now, when Ba Dao killed both of them with one strike.
"Who is that masked man? His blade realm has already entered momentum. I heard that the second-ranked core disciple of the Hao Yue Sect, Blade Master, is also coming to Tianluo Ancient City to get a blade. Could it be him?"
The woman muttered again, but the man beside her said, "If he were Blade Master, then who are the two in front of him?"
The girl shook her head, indicating she didn't understand. Then the three of them also stepped into Tianluo Ancient City.
# Chapter 169: Blade Master
Tianluo Ancient City, located in central Snow Moon, was closest to the Hao Yue Sect, one of the great sects, and to the south, the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa. Therefore, in Tianluo Ancient City, disciples of the Hao Yue Sect and the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa often appeared.
In Tianluo Ancient City, things they wanted often appeared, so they naturally liked to linger in this city.
More than a year ago, the Snow Moon Holy Academy was established, and the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed. At the same time, the Hao Yue Sect and the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa also had many outstanding disciples selected to go to the Snow Moon Holy Academy. But after more than a year of development, several major sects had produced a new batch of dazzling figures.
For example, the first-ranked core disciple of the Hao Yue Sect, Jiang Shan, and the second-ranked Blade Master, Leng Yue. Also, Bing Yuan of the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa. These people were all renowned, rising like comets.
Especially Blade Master Leng Yue, the most dazzling of the three. Compared to Jiang Shan's low profile, Leng Yue often walked the world, his blade cutting to the bone, killing without mercy. Very few people could make Blade Master draw his blade a second time. In fact, most of the opponents he encountered didn't even need him to draw his blade.
Blade Master's blade was miraculous. It was said that when he was at the Third Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, he had already comprehended blade momentum. At the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, he had entered the Subtlety realm from momentum, incredibly powerful. Now, Blade Master's cultivation had reached the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. But with his Subtlety realm blade mastery, even Ninth Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts rarely dared to oppose Blade Master.
Leng Yue's blade—if it didn't come out, fine; if it did, it would kill. Therefore, in just half a year since he emerged, Leng Yue had earned the name "Blade Master."
Everyone knew that the most powerful eight youths in the Snow Moon Kingdom were called the Eight Young Masters. And Leng Yue being called Blade Master was clearly a recognition, suggesting that he might become one of those eight in the future.
In Tianluo Ancient City, at the Tian Shan Wine Tavern, many people stopped to drink.
The Tian Shan Wine Tavern was very famous in Tianluo Ancient City. Here, one could get the fastest and latest news. Many travelers liked to come here.
At this moment, on the floor paved with sandalwood, a figure slowly stepped in. Instantly, the noisy tavern fell silent.
"There's blade intent."
"Such a cold blade intent!"
The crowd's gazes condensed. People upstairs and downstairs all looked toward the entrance of the tavern. They saw an ordinary-looking youth slowly step in.
This youth had no trace of luxury about him. His appearance was plain, not even handsome. The only slightly outstanding thing about him was the scabbard on his back—very ancient, even with some rust marks. No one knew how old the blade inside was.
But such an ordinary youth, the moment he stepped into the tavern, the entire tavern fell silent. Because this youth carried a blade intent on him, not very strong, but as if it could erupt at any moment. This was a true blade, a killing blade.
This youth gave people a feeling—like a blade.
After the youth walked in, his gaze swept indifferently over the crowd. Everyone immediately felt a blade stabbing toward them, so they all averted their eyes, not daring to look directly at him.
But at this moment, the youth's gaze stopped. His blade-sharp eyes landed on one person. This person wore a bronze mask and carried an incomparably domineering aura—the aura of a blade.
This person, like him, was a blade cultivator.
However, this person's blade was a domineering blade, while his was a sharp blade.
A hint of a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. The youth slowly moved his gaze away and casually found a seat to sit down. Because of his arrival, a hint of oppression filled the tavern.
"Ba Dao, how is he?"
Lin Feng sat by the wooden railing on the second floor. Seeing Ba Dao retract his gaze, he asked softly.
"Very strong. I'm no match, whether in realm or blade Dao realm."
Ba Dao responded softly. "His strength is at the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm."
"Mm."
Lin Feng nodded slightly. He had naturally also seen that the other party was very strong. Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, and this blade intent should have entered the Subtlety realm—dispersed yet condensed.
He let everyone feel his powerful blade intent but didn't let it fully bloom. And he did it easily, as if he didn't need to control it at all—it was natural. This was a manifestation of the Subtlety realm: subtle, delicate, following one's heart's desire.
Coupled with his Eighth Layer Spirit Martial Realm strength, he could even kill Ninth Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts. Moreover, this person was so young, not much different from him.
"But he's too arrogant. He's not as good as you." Ba Dao added. Lin Feng smiled without comment.
"Arrogant nonsense."
At this moment, a mocking voice came from a table next to Lin Feng and his companions. Four people sat there—two men and two women.
The speaker was one of the girls. She looked at Lin Feng and Ba Dao and sneered, "Really arrogant nonsense, shameless. Senior Brother Leng Yue is the most talented person in our Hao Yue Sect now. He's honored as Blade Master. In the future, he'll be like our Hao Yue Sect's Dapeng Gongzi, entering the Eight Young Masters. What are you people?"
These four spoke arrogantly, looking down on others. From their words, they were clearly Hao Yue Sect disciples, proud of Dapeng Gongzi and Blade Master.
"Blade Master? Such an arrogant name." Ba Dao muttered softly, then said quietly, "But I've never heard of it."
Using "blade" as a nickname, the name "Blade Master" was indeed very arrogant.
"Crack!" A sound of something breaking rang out. The railing next to Lin Feng's table directly shattered. The severed part was extremely neat, as if cut by a sharp blade.
Lin Feng turned his gaze and looked downstairs. He saw Blade Master Leng Yue sitting calmly, taking a light sip of wine. Then he put the cup down, and an indifferent voice came from his mouth.
"Next time you speak, watch your words."
This voice was very calm, but it couldn't hide the pride within.
"As expected of Blade Master, so powerful. I didn't even see him draw his blade."
Some people thought to themselves. Some girls looked at Leng Yue like love-struck fools. Such a domineering man. How wonderful it would be to marry someone like him.
Ba Dao stood up, a domineering aura emanating from him.
"Sit down!"
Lin Feng said indifferently, causing Ba Dao's gaze to condense. But he still sat down, a cold, murderous aura in his eyes.
"Drink." Lin Feng said calmly. Ba Dao picked up his cup, took a sip, then crushed the cup in his hand. He was born a slave. Because of his arrogance and disobedience, he was sent to the auction house, where Lin Feng bought him and gave him freedom. But Ba Dao's temper was still strong.
"Presumptuous fools!"
The mocking voice came again from beside them, causing Ba Dao's gaze to condense once more. But Lin Feng and Meng Qing were very calm, their gazes without any fluctuation, as if this matter had never been on their minds.
"Hao Yue Sect, Blade Master!"
Lin Feng murmured to himself, smiling lightly. It had been nearly half a year since he last walked the world. Outside, it was a different world.
For the past six months, he had been in the City Lord's Mansion, cultivating the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, studying formations, and alchemy and artifact refining. But the more he studied, the more he felt his own inadequacy. There were too many things he needed to improve.
His vision should not be limited to the small Snow Moon Kingdom. In the memories of that powerful Venerable, there were fragments of memories of true great beings—those who could overturn heaven and earth with a wave of their hand.
# Chapter 170: Dream Pavilion
The two pairs of men and women beside them saw that Lin Feng and the other two remained silent. They sneered and stopped paying attention to Lin Feng and his companions.
"Senior Brother, do you know why Senior Brother Leng came to Tianluo Ancient City this time?"
"Of course. Senior Brother Leng Yue came to Tianluo Ancient City this time for a blade." A man replied.
"Oh?" The girl smiled, looking at the people around her, and said, "Senior Brother Leng's blade technique is already so powerful. There must be a very powerful blade that can attract him."
"Waning Moon Blade, a top-grade spirit artifact. What do you think?"
The Hao Yue Sect man said with a smile, causing the surrounding crowd's eyes to light up, a flicker of strange color flashing in their eyes. Sure enough, Blade Master appeared in Tianluo Ancient City for the Waning Moon. They had also heard the news that the Waning Moon would soon be auctioned in Tianluo Ancient City. Many had come for this.
"A top-grade spirit artifact. Won't many people want to get it?"
"Heh. Senior Brother Leng is here. Who would dare? Unless they want to be enemies with Senior Brother Leng and our Hao Yue Sect."
Hearing the two's back-and-forth, the crowd understood their meaning. They were threatening. Whoever dared to compete with Leng Yue for the blade had better think carefully. The Hao Yue Sect woman obviously knew why Leng Yue had come. She was deliberately doing this. The voices of the speakers all carried a hint of superiority.
But no one in the crowd refuted them. The Hao Yue Sect indeed had considerable power in Tianluo Ancient City. Moreover, Blade Master Leng Yue was sitting downstairs at this moment.
"Top-grade spirit artifact!" Lin Feng's eyes lit up slightly. Now, he naturally knew the grades of weapons. Besides ordinary weapons, there were spirit artifacts. Spirit artifacts had spirit, cutting iron like mud. In battle, they could give a great advantage. Spirit artifacts were also divided into grades: top, middle, and low.
Lin Feng had obtained quite a few spirit artifacts from the ancient hall under the Bell and Drum Cliff of the Cloud Sea Sect, mostly low-grade and middle-grade spirit artifacts. There were also some top-grade spirit artifacts, but not many.
In the Snow Moon Kingdom, whether spirit artifacts or pills, they were very scarce. Being able to own a top-grade spirit artifact was already very rare.
Above spirit artifacts were profound artifacts. Profound artifacts were too rare in the Snow Moon Kingdom. Even Mysterious Martial Realm experts rarely had them. Lin Feng had never seen one yet.
"Ba Dao, do you want this Waning Moon?"
Lin Feng looked at Ba Dao and asked softly, causing Ba Dao's gaze to condense.
Ba Dao was a blade cultivator, so he naturally loved blades. How could he not be happy about a precious blade?
"Yes." Ba Dao nodded, not being pretentious at all. That was his nature—whatever he thought, he did.
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded slightly and said nothing more.
After a while, Leng Yue downstairs put down his cup, then stood up and walked out of the Tian Shan Wine Tavern. He came alone and left alone.
As soon as he left, the invisible blade intent in the tavern also disappeared, and the oppressive atmosphere vanished.
"Junior Sister, let's go too."
The Hao Yue Sect disciples beside Lin Feng also stood up and left the tavern.
After they left, Lin Feng said to Ba Dao, "Aren't you going to ask where your precious blade is?"
Ba Dao's expression condensed. Then he understood. He stood up, walked to the wine table next to them, and asked the people at the table, "Where will the Waning Moon Blade appear?"
The two people at the table looked up at Ba Dao and sneered. "You? Asking about the Waning Moon?"
"Boom!"
As his words fell, a terrifying blade intent suddenly burst forth, pressing down on him. This blade intent was incomparably domineering, causing the speaker to tremble all over, his face filled with intense fear.
"At the Dream Pavilion. Today, the Dream Pavilion will auction the Waning Moon."
The man said in panic, his heart terrified. Just now, Ba Dao's blade momentum had been directed at Blade Master Leng Yue, so his feeling wasn't deep. Now, with Ba Dao's blade intent fully descending on him, he felt like he was suffocating. Such strong blade momentum. This man with the bronze mask had already entered the realm of blade momentum.
"Lead the way."
Ba Dao spoke again, causing the man's face to stiffen. But he still obediently stood up. Fortunately, he had told the truth. If he had lied to Ba Dao, he would be dead.
"Alright."
The man nodded stiffly and walked toward the stairs of the tavern. Lin Feng and Meng Qing also stood up and followed.
Watching Lin Feng and his companions leave, the tavern became lively again.
"Who was that man just now? Such domineering blade intent. A blade user. He must also be interested in the Waning Moon."
"That's right. And that young man and woman also have extraordinary auras. Although they were at a disadvantage facing Blade Master, that doesn't mean they don't want the Waning Moon. It looks like there will be more excitement."
The crowd whispered. Some people even stood up and also headed toward the Dream Pavilion. It was said that today, besides the Waning Moon, the Dream Pavilion would also auction two other treasures.
The Dream Pavilion was one of the three major trading hubs in Tianluo Ancient City, covering an area of a hundred miles, vast and boundless.
Tianluo Ancient City was an ancient city passed down from tens of millions of years ago, with deeper foundations than the Snow Moon Imperial City. Strange treasures often appeared.
When people obtained strange treasures, they would take them to the trading pavilion, either trading them themselves or entrusting them to the pavilion for auction.
At this moment, Lin Feng and his companions stepped into the Dream Pavilion. It was quite noisy inside.
Handsome and elegant young masters, beautiful and delicate girls, ragged old men, and even dirty beggar-like figures—all could be found in the Dream Pavilion.
Some of these people set up stalls on the ground, while others wandered around looking for what they wanted.
"Young Master, do you want a top-grade profound level technique?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man approached Lin Feng and whispered, causing Lin Feng to pause. Then he smiled and shook his head. "No need."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the middle-aged man didn't linger and left directly, as if nothing had happened.
"What's going on?"
Lin Feng looked at the guide and asked with a hint of confusion.
"Young Master must be visiting Tianluo Ancient City for the first time, right?"
"Yes." Lin Feng nodded.
"No wonder." The man showed an expression of understanding and said, "As the largest trading city in Snow Moon, Tianluo Ancient City has many forms of trading. Generally, items displayed on the ground are ordinary goods, not valuable. Of course, there is one exception. Some true experts are powerful, so they don't care and dare to display valuable items on the ground. Who would dare to snatch them?"
"The second form of trading is finding your own trading partner. For example, the man just now had a technique and needed Origin Stones, so he would look for someone who needed the technique and could provide enough Origin Stones. The third form is auction. You entrust your treasure to the Dream Pavilion, and they handle the auction for you."
"Then why do those people prefer to find their own trading partners instead of entrusting them to the Dream Pavilion for auction?" Lin Feng asked with confusion. The Dream Pavilion shouldn't charge too much commission for auctions, and they could get a good price.
"There are several reasons for this. First, the Dream Pavilion only accepts ten auction items per day. If you want to entrust something to them for auction, you need to hand over the item three days in advance for them to screen. After three days, if your item is selected, it can be auctioned. If not, it's returned. Many people don't want to go through this process. Moreover, ordinary items simply won't be selected."
"Second, some people have strong defensive psychology. They don't want to reveal their treasures to others. They feel uneasy and think that after the auction, they might be unsafe. So they prefer to find buyers themselves, like looking for a needle in a haystack."
Lin Feng nodded slightly upon hearing the explanation. Both situations did exist and were reasonable. Keeping treasures in one's own hands for safety was a common mentality. Many people had it—human nature.
"It seems I need to stay in the Dream Pavilion for a while."
Lin Feng thought to himself. He had come to Tianluo Ancient City this time with a purpose—to obtain some necessary items.
"Look, that's Bing Yuan. Bing Yuan from the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa is here."
At this moment, an exclamation rang out. Many people turned their gazes to one place. There, a group of figures strode over. The leader exuded a chill, cold and biting. It was Bing Yuan, the most outstanding disciple of the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa since Luo Xue Gongzi entered the Imperial City.