Chapter 917: Auction Turmoil, Nascent Soul Competition

Chapter 917 -406: Auction Turmoil, Nascent Soul Competition

The night fell, and the auction began.

Lin Chang’an followed True Monarch Bingdie, representing the Myriad Poison Sect, into the auction venue.

However, upon entering the venue, these low-tier disciples could only remain in the lower hall, while Lin Chang’an and Teng Changfeng were led by True Monarch Bingdie.

They arrived at the upper pavilion of the auction hall, which provided a commanding view of the entire venue.

“Fairy Bingdie’s presence truly brightens the place.”

A handsome Nascent Soul cultivator in elegant white robes approached with hearty laughter.

“Mr. Jin.”

Upon seeing the newcomer, Fairy Bingdie returned the greeting with a faint smile, while Lin Chang’an, following behind, couldn’t help but feel a stir in his heart upon seeing this person.

With the surname Jin and as a Nascent Soul cultivator, appearing in a host-like fashion here, he was undoubtedly Sword Master Jin Jianchuan, the direct disciple of the Alliance Hierarch.

Rumor had it that he also possessed a Sword Cultivation Spirit Body, although no one knew what kind it was.

However, compared to Li Xuanzhen of Daqian, although both were sword cultivators, the impression they left was completely different.

Li Xuanzhen of Daqian felt like an unsheathed sword, sharp and unrestrained.

In contrast, Jin Jianchuan gave the impression of a treasure sword within its sheath, exuding a reserved and gentle demeanor.

“Fairy Bingdie, there are a few spirit herbs beneficial for healing in this trade fair that might help Daoist friend.”

The following warm exchanges from Jin Jianchuan left Lin Chang’an somewhat startled. It seemed this gentlemanly Nascent Soul cultivator had intentions towards True Monarch Bingdie.

Unfortunately, True Monarch Bingdie faced this once runner-up prodigy with only a slight, indifferent nod, appearing rather aloof.

“Thank you, Mr. Jin, for your kind offer.”

“Fairy Bingdie, please lead your disciples to your seats first.”

Under Jin Jianchuan’s elegant smile, he openly displayed his admiration, although his demeanor seemed slightly calculated to emphasize his status, causing Lin Chang’an to twitch his eye but remain silent before the Nascent Soul cultivator.

“Even among Nascent Soul cultivators, there are those who act ingratiatingly like this.”

Even an outsider like Lin Chang’an could see that Fairy Bingdie remained indifferent, yet this person seemed to enjoy it.

But it was understandable; female cultivators were already rare, not to mention Nascent Soul ones.

Moreover, True Monarch Bingdie possessed unmatched beauty and youth coupled with a spirit body. If not for being injured at her source, she was regarded as the top prodigy among Nascent Souls in the Protective Path Alliance.

Additionally, with a Nascent Soul sect and the life span of Elder Cheng Da running low, everyone knew those who could become Dao companions with this Nascent Soul Dao Lord would receive an exceedingly rich dowry.

With so many conditions combined, True Monarch Bingdie’s worth was exceptionally rare within the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

It’s not just this elegant Sword Master; Lin Chang’an saw many low-tier cultivators captivated by Fairy Bingdie’s presence, even some Nascent Soul old monsters were tempted.

Beauty and benefits, to win over True Monarch Bingdie meant to have both fish and bear’s paw.

Nascent Soul cultivators are human too; they have desires.

At least Lin Chang’an knew most Nascent Soul cultivators’ Dao companions had Golden Core cultivation; only a rare few were Nascent Soul couples.

Soon after, the Nascent Soul cultivator Jin Jianchuan warmly received every arriving Nascent Soul cultivator, whereas Core Formation cultivators were naturally overlooked by him.

Observing this scene, Lin Chang’an thought quietly to himself: “This person seems modest yet is inwardly extremely proud, even somewhat arrogant.”

Every cultivator brought here by Nascent Soul cultivators from major sects or clans was invariably a Nascent Soul seed, yet he barely spared them a glance.

“Mr. Lin, earlier, that was the direct disciple of Elder White Sword of the Protective Path Alliance. He broke through to Nascent Soul at over two hundred years old, not much different from Sister Bingdie’s age of breakthrough.

It’s said his Sword Dao cultivation has progressed significantly in recent years, already touching the threshold of Nascent Soul Middle Stage.”

After entering the box, the accompanying Teng Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief, speaking with a hint of envy, though his expression was clearly complex.

After all, the gap between him and this person was too vast, with the latter having a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator as a master.

This was why he had different mental attitudes facing Li Xuanzhen and Jin Jianchuan, two Nascent Soul cultivators.

“I’ve heard of this Sword Master’s name since arriving here.”

Lin Chang’an nodded in response. This was not mere flattery.

This famed Alliance Hierarch White Sword Saint remained in seclusion for years, not concerning himself with trivial matters below.

Therefore, White Wall City had been managed by this direct disciple Jin Jianchuan over the years, even earning the title Sword Master.

How could he not have heard of him?

“Alright, all factions in the Protective Path Alliance are here, do not offend them.”

Upon entering the box, Fairy Bingdie’s impression of Jin Jianchuan was evidently not favorable, she spoke coldly, causing the two to close their mouths.

Soon after, Lin Chang’an witnessed the gradual arrival of Nascent Soul cultivators and various factions.

The seating arrangement in the marketplace was interesting, ranked by the strength of each faction, while some Golden Core factions, families, or loose cultivators could only sit towards the back.

“Haha, Jin boy, I heard you fancy that Butterfly girl, but what’s to be gained from showing such womanish behavior? Let this old man tell you; just directly invoke Elder White, who’s going to dare object!”

At that moment, a robustly built cultivator, clad in a barbarian outfit emanating a terrifying demonic aura, strode in, laughing deliriously.