The person questioning He Ming Zhenren right now is none other than the legendary Spirit Jade Zhenren.

Upon realizing this, Ji Yuan instinctively had a thought... I wonder how Spirit Jade Zhenren feels watching me be "auctioned" off?

As Spirit Jade Zhenren continued asking questions, it made He Ming Zhenren fall silent.

As if he was uncertain whether to speak or not.

Or perhaps they were communicating through sound transmission?

Just as everyone was perplexed, He Ming Zhenren suddenly spoke up: "Indeed, a minor incident occurred. Nephew Ye Chen and Nephew Cao Lang, during their dragon-slaying, discovered it wasn't just one serpent dragon burrowed beneath, but... two."

"What?!"

A gasp of surprise was heard from somewhere in the first-floor hall.

Before anyone could react with further surprise, He Ming Zhenren continued: "Later on, when they were fighting the serpent dragon, they were ambushed by the Demon Dao."

"Fortunately, our sect's Canglin Zhenren arrived in time, drove off the Demon Dao, and brought them back."

"Oh?"

Spirit Jade Zhenren seemed somewhat surprised, "Which Demon Dao dared to cause trouble on my Lanshan? I shall go and see."

Upon finishing his statement, another streak of light flew away from the auction house.

He Ming Zhenren withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the many indignant Foundation Establishment cultivators in the hall, "Alright, the auction is over. There was no Tier Three serpent dragon auction this time, disappointing you all."

"In compensation, our auction house has prepared a small gift for everyone; you may collect it freely at the door upon exiting."

"Please, fellow Daoists."

After He Ming Zhenren had said this, accompanied by the clear sound of a crane, his figure transformed into a white escape light and left the area.

As the apparent Golden Core Zhenren left, those remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators immediately relaxed a great deal.

Most of them were discussing the ambush by the Demon Dao against Ye Chen and Cao Lang, talking about going to kill the Demon Dao or how cunning and deceitful the Demon Dao practitioners are.

Some clearer-headed individuals were analyzing, saying that with Ye Chen and Cao Lang joining forces, they could contend against a Golden Core cultivator, so whoever dared to ambush them was likely a Golden Core Realm demon cultivator.

Anyone past the Foundation Establishment Stage would only be courting death.

With this comment, the hall finally quieted down a bit.

From Ji Yuan's neighboring room came that chatty voice again, "Ha, dragon slaying, dragon slaying, in the end, who knows which dragon was slain?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Yuan suddenly recalled something Ning Shanshan mentioned earlier about Ye Chen being famously known as the "Rebellious Serpent Dragon" in the Spirit Control Sect's territory.

Ji Yuan pondered deeply; as he waited briefly in the room, the elderly man in the black robe who previously received his Foundation Establishment Pill came knocking on his door with a cheerful smile.

The bearer of treasures had arrived, and Ji Yuan naturally opened the door to let him in.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, well done, fellow Daoist."

As soon as the old man in the black robe entered, his face lit up with happiness.

Working in this line of business, Ji Yuan was naturally considered his client; thus, any Spirit Stone transaction made by Ji Yuan in this auction counted toward his "performance."

Especially for auctioned treasures, he could take a share as commission.

So it was natural for him to be happy.

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist."

Ji Yuan cupped his hands in a courteous gesture.

After their hypocritical pleasantries, the elderly man in the black robe gently brushed his right hand, revealing a wooden box and a specially crafted jade bottle on the table.

Ji Yuan opened them; inside the wooden box were, naturally, the two Celestial Thunder Seeds.

The jade bottle contained the ten drops of Thousand-year-old Spirit Milk.

Since both items were already in his storage bag, a glance sufficed to confirm their authenticity.

Ji Yuan closed the items back up, not in a hurry to store them, while promptly listening to the old man in the black robe introduce: "Fellow Daoist auctioned ten drops of Thousand-year-old Spirit Milk, and two Celestial Thunder Seeds; the total auction price is 5630 mid-grade Spirit Stones."

"In addition, fellow Daoist consigned eight Foundation Establishment Pills, among which six Two-striped Foundation Establishment Pills auctioned for 5100 mid-grade Spirit Stones, and two One-stripe Foundation Establishment Pills sold for 580 mid-grade Spirit Stones. Plus, other immortal materials and elixirs also auctioned for 880 mid-grade Spirit Stones—here's the price list for your verification."

Having finished speaking, the old man handed Ji Yuan a specially crafted piece of white paper, inscribed with the final auction prices of various items.

Ji Yuan observed throughout the process and noted everything; cross-referencing the two, he found no issues with the prices.

"It's acceptable."

"Alright, fellow Daoist's auction proceeds total 6560 mid-grade Spirit Stones. Our auction house deducts a one-fifth commission, taking 328 Spirit Stones, leaving 6232 mid-grade Spirit Stones."

"Would fellow Daoist prefer the auction Spirit Stones to be paid separately or directly deducted from this amount?"

Considerate as ever, the old man in the black robe asked without presumptuousness on behalf of the customer.

"Deduct directly from this amount."

"Very well, then please accept the remaining 602 mid-grade Spirit Stones."

Upon finishing speaking, the old man handed Ji Yuan a small storage bag. Ji Yuan took a look inside and noticed that it contained 10 mid-grade Spirit Stones separately, along with a small vial of elixirs. He took them out.

"What is this...?"

"A slight oversight occurred during this auction; these are compensatory gifts from our auction house to fellow Daoists, please accept them."

"I see, much appreciated."

Despite verbally acknowledging, Ji Yuan did not stow the items away; instead, he handed them back to the elderly man, causing him to recoil in shock.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

"Well, the elders of my sect indeed require the corpse of a Tier Three serpent dragon for alchemy. Does your house have any serpent dragon corpse inventory? Alternatively, dragon blood would also suffice."

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