Chapter 918: Auction Turmoil, Nascent Soul Competition

Chapter 918 -406: Auction Turmoil, Nascent Soul Competition

It drew laughter from many Nascent Soul cultivators, and some cast significant glances, though others looked displeased.

But under this wild laughter, the rest of the cultivators in the venue bowed their heads as if they hadn’t heard it.

Teasing or taunting among Nascent Soul cultivators was never something low-tier cultivators could interfere with.

“Friend, you’re joking.”

Upon seeing this person, Jin Jianchuan also gave a modest smile, neither angry nor in agreement, as if the previous words were merely a joke.

“Fiendish Flame Elder!”

Meanwhile, inside the box, Fairy Bingdie, who had become the target of mockery among Nascent Soul cultivators, had a sharp look in her eyes, clearly displeased with the old monster.

“So it’s this person.”

Upon hearing Fairy Bingdie’s cold snort, Lin Chang’an suddenly realized.

It was said that when Fairy Bingdie burst onto the scene, with her divine techniques at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, she fought a Nascent Soul Middle Stage titan to a standstill.

Since then, she was hailed as the number one prodigy of the Alliance for the Protection of the Way.

And that Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator back then was this Fiendish Flame Elder.

Just from the name, one could discern that the divine techniques of this Nascent Soul Old Monster were obviously countered by the ice-based divine techniques of Fairy Bingdie.

As Nascent Soul cultivators from various factions arrived one after another, friction arose not only among them but also with several Nascent Soul Old Monsters who found each other displeasing.

Yet, seeing this scene, Lin Chang’an’s gaze flickered. If it were Foundation Establishment or Core Formation cultivators, they might still disguise their true nature somewhat.

But upon becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator, one was already among the top tier in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Seemingly aloof Nascent Soul cultivators often revealed some of their true nature, such as those with eccentric temperaments prone to killing, or others with a bizarre passion for corpses.

Among them were also mischievous old tricksters. He’d even heard of someone who, after becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator, delighted in masquerading as a Qi Refining cultivator to teach and nurture young disciples.

Once in the Nascent Soul circle, most acted on impulse, unwilling to be deeply contemplative. After all, having painstakingly cultivated to this realm, who would choose to be so weary?

Unless it was an enemy, or someone plotting something, or the arrival of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, only then could this balance be disrupted, making the atmosphere solemn.

…

“The auction begins.”

With the arrival of various factions, the auction commenced. However, at this point, only low-tier spiritual objects were being auctioned below, causing the Nascent Soul cultivators to either sip tea and watch with smiles or secretly communicate, perhaps chatting idly or plotting something.

Seizing this opportunity, Lin Chang’an scanned the various factions present.

“The Alliance for the Protection of the Way indeed has many factions. It is essentially a loose coalition, only formed under external pressure to create this so-called alliance.

In truth, many factions have long-standing enmities.”

Seeing this, Lin Chang’an’s eyes flickered, as if he had an insight.

“Master Xiao, are you quite disappointed with the Alliance for the Protection of the Way?”

At this moment, Master Bingdie in the box transmitted a voice over, with a calm expression.

Meanwhile, Teng Changfeng watched the auction below with interest, unaware that the three people in the box, two of whom had already started a conversation via transmitted voice.

“Not really. The Immortal Cultivation Realm is just like this. There are no true allies, just alliances formed through various interests or external pressures.”

Along his journey, Lin Chang’an had witnessed many so-called allies or Daoist friends betraying each other.

Observing Lin Chang’an’s indifferent expression, Fairy Bingdie nodded silently.

Loose cultivators indeed had this strength; they experience many things other cultivators do not, resulting in each loose cultivator who makes it through having an incredibly firm Dao heart.

“In truth, no matter where in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, it’s all about the competition for cultivation resources. What’s different here is our current ruler of White Wall City,

who seems to really see themselves as a successor for the future Alliance Hierarch of the Protection of the Way.”

As she spoke, Fairy Bingdie showed a hint of sarcasm, evidently referring to the Fiendish Flame Elder from earlier.

“Elder, I am merely a Core Formation cultivator.”

Realizing that Fairy Bingdie was discussing this topic with him, Lin Chang’an felt a mix of amusement and helplessness. Was this a topic his strength was adequate to discuss?

In fact, he had also noticed that the Alliance for the Protection of the Way was a loose coalition, but this Sword Sovereign Jin Jianchuan clearly harbored ambition, wanting to have some real say in matters.

He even suspected that if the Sword Sovereign reached the cultivation level of his master, he might actually want to become a truly powerful Alliance Hierarch of the Protection of the Way.

And this Fiendish Flame Elder was a quirky Nascent Soul Loose Cultivator, rumored to be a traitor from a Sect.

A loose cultivator with a good relationship with this Sword Sovereign Jin Jianchuan, it was clear without saying that Jin Jianchuan seemed to have genuinely drawn in some people.

“Master Xiao, you’re being overly cautious. There’s only you and me here, so how could a third person know?”

Fairy Bingdie smiled slightly; Master Xiao was indeed somewhat wary, a trait common to most loose cultivators.

Though she said so, she then shifted the topic, casually introducing the various factions of the Alliance to Lin Chang’an as they chatted.

In the box, only Teng Changfeng was present, gazing longingly at a female cultivator’s hairpin treasure being auctioned, his intentions almost unmistakable.

“Good! This hairpin treasure, which has a concentrating spirit effect for cultivation, is won by this fellow Daoist!”

With a shout of excitement, Teng Changfeng in the box beamed, looking at the spiritual object he won, and cast a sidelong glance at Fairy Bingdie beside him.