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He saw the item still in his hand. My goodness, he hadn’t seen top-grade spirit stones in a long time. They were rich in spiritual energy and emitted a faint purple glow.
A single top-grade spirit stone could provide spiritual energy for a small town for several years. The Abyss Continent had almost no spirit mines that could produce top-grade spirit stones, so it was no wonder he was shocked to see so many top-grade spirit stones all at once.
The number of top-grade spirit stones in this storage bag was no less than eighty million low-grade spirit stones, so they really hadn’t taken any advantage of the auction house.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but take another look at Feng Siyue and her two children, thinking to himself, no wonder she’s the woman by the master’s side!
After Feng Siyue and her children left, the attendant took the storage bag to find his master.
Not far from the auction house, Feng Siyue and her two children heard footsteps approaching slowly.
Little Tangguo cautiously took out a pair of scissors from his space. When they turned to look, it was Masked Uncle. He put the scissors away.
Little Mifan ran over and hugged his leg, saying, “Masked Uncle, is that you? Are you going back to the sect with us?”
Di Xuan Shang, expressionless, nodded and handed the storage bag containing the top-grade spirit stones to Little Tangguo, saying, “Top-grade spirit stones can be used for cultivation and are hard to come by in the Abyss Continent. You should keep them yourselves!”
Then he looked at Feng Siyue and said, “It seems you know Master Xiao Yansheng from the Chiyang Divine Sect?”
Feng Siyue blinked her eyes. “Oh? Because I won the bid for this jade flute, you think I know him?”
“My intuition tells me so. You should have some connection with him!”
“Intuition? It seems your intuition is always accurate, which is why you speak so confidently. But there’s no need to hide it. I do know him, and I am actually his last disciple!”
Di Xuan Shang looked at her with a probing gaze.
Xiao Yansheng had tragically passed away ten years ago. At that time, she was only about ten years old. She had the inheritance of the Guidao Secret Sect and possessed the Heavenly Mystery Sword. What was her true background?
Di Xuan Shang felt that she had many mysteries surrounding her, drawing people to want to learn more about her.
At that moment, Feng Siyue suddenly looked behind her and said with a half-smile, “A few little rats have come out of the sewer!”
Di Xuan Shang’s eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent. In an instant, a soft sword materialized in his hand. With a wave, the sword flew out like a bamboo cutter. Within moments, the breathing sounds disappeared.
The soft sword returned to Di Xuan Shang’s hand. Feng Siyue instinctively glanced at the returning sword and couldn’t help but sigh. This man was indeed unfathomable. He had killed without a trace of blood on the sword.
In the corner, the disguised rogue cultivators who had been following Feng Siyue to steal her treasures all lay in pools of blood, not even having time to scream.
“This is the last holy sword my master refined before his death. I didn’t expect it to be in your hands. It seems we have quite a connection.”
Di Xuan Shang remained silent, picked up Little Mifan, and walked ahead.
Having promised to ensure the safety of the mother and her two children, he would not go back on his word.
As the four of them walked away, from a distant corner, Feng Wanqing emerged from the shadows, her face pale as she patted her chest.
She had deliberately left the auction early to find Xiao Chuhan and ask for spirit stones to bid on the remaining items.
Who would have thought she would witness the masked man coming down from the auction house, with the attendants showing him great respect.
She realized that this man was very likely the owner of the Wandao Chamber of Commerce.
Feng Wanqing hadn’t expected her luck to be so good, encountering the elusive owner of the Wandao Chamber of Commerce.
She suddenly remembered that the woman named Han Yue had a relationship with the owner of the Wandao Chamber of Commerce and had received an invitation with a gold-edged black card for the auction. Her heart raced with excitement, and she hurriedly followed, wanting to establish a connection with him.
With her status, countless men in the world would want to please her, and this man would be no exception!
By then, obtaining the gold-edged black card invitation would be easy. Perhaps he would even present her with the best things in the world.
Thinking of this made her even more excited.
However, just as she left the auction house, she saw the man walking straight towards Han Yue and her two children. One of the children was affectionately hugging the man’s leg, and he had given them the bag containing the top-grade spirit stones.
After that, she couldn’t hear anything, as if someone had noticed her presence and immobilized her.
Not long after, the man suddenly acted, instantly dealing with those people, and only when they were far away could she move again.
It was as if the man had issued her a warning: if she continued to lurk around, she would be the next to die!
Feng Wanqing was drenched in cold sweat and dared to reveal herself only when they were far away. She watched them like a family of four in the distance, her molars grinding with frustration.
She suddenly remembered the man’s identity—the last guardian of the Tianmen Sword Sect. She had seen him before but hadn’t paid much attention. People at the academy often mocked him, saying that guarding a dilapidated sect was no different from being a watchdog.
Who would have thought that this man was the owner of the Wandao Chamber of Commerce, the man with the most wealth in the Abyss Continent!
No wonder that damned woman knew him. Living together, how could she not?
“Damn it! If only I had known his identity earlier!” Feng Wanqing thought to herself, filled with regret. If she had known, she could have tried to curry favor with him. When everyone else mocked him and the Tianmen Sword Sect, she could have shown him kindness, and he would have surely found her special.
It was such a pity, such a waste!
She wondered if he had noticed her identity just now. If not, she still had a chance to make him like her!
Jealousy flickered in her eyes. She couldn’t understand why the owner of the Wandao Chamber of Commerce would go to a dilapidated sect, and why that woman had also entered the Tianmen Sword Sect!
She bit her lip and silently vowed, “I will steal this man away!”
Compared to this man, Xiao Chuhan was nothing, not even a single strand of hair.
She took a deep breath and turned around, only to see Lan Zewu coming out of the nearby teahouse.
Feng Wanqing’s eyes lit up. She walked over gracefully with a faint smile. “Young Lord Zewu, are you still waiting for Miss Han Yue? She has already left with a man towards the Tianmen Sword Sect. If you have any urgent matters, you might still catch up with them. Would you like me to accompany you?”
“No need!” Lan Zewu instinctively refused. He had no desire to get involved with this woman. But she had just mentioned Han Yue and a man? What kind of man?
He furrowed his brow slightly. “Who is that man?”