The next day, Li Yan wandered around the city for half a day, but didn't find anything suitable. So he simply sat cross-legged in the room and meditated after noon.
On the morning of the third day, in the inn room, Li Yan was slowly performing one strange action after another. It was early winter, and he was shirtless. There was a layer of dense sweat on his dark skin, and his muscles and bones made a "bang bang" sound. It was the Qiongqi Purgatory Technique that he had to practice every day. Li Yan, who was practicing, suddenly had a change of expression, but he still looked straight ahead and continued with the next action. After more than half an hour, he slowly stopped the action without wiping the sweat from his forehead. Li Yan stretched out his hand and waved it to the side. A small token appeared in his palm, flashing a yellowish-brown light. Li Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "Is the auction about to start?"
At the entrance of "Chang Yi Hui", Li Yan stood across the street, looking at the endless stream of people, and did not go in immediately. He found that the people holding the "Chang Yi Hui" tokens came in groups or alone. There were monks, laymen, humans and demons, all kinds of people. After the gatekeepers checked their tokens and took them away, they would be allowed to enter the gate without any extra procedures.
After watching for a short while, Li Yan smiled and walked towards the gate. He did this because he had never participated in an auction before, but he had heard from Lin Daqiao before that there were many rules in the auction. Some passages were only open to distinguished guests, and even required someone to lead the way. In order to avoid going to the wrong place after entering and causing unnecessary trouble, he decided to stop and wait. He was now in the Pure Land Sect and did not want to interact with too many people. He just wanted to finish his business quietly.
After Li Yan took out the token and handed it to a gatekeeper, the man carefully checked it and took it away. Then he smiled at Li Yan and said, "Senior, you can go in!"
Li Yan nodded and walked towards the gate, but when he approached the gate, his expression changed, because in his consciousness, there were waves of spiritual power coming down from above the gate repeatedly, as if exploring something. So Li Yan slowed down his pace a little and let the person beside him walk in front of him. The entrance gate of the "Chang Yi Club" was still very wide, and about five or six people could walk in a row. So when Li Yan slowed down his pace without leaving a trace, someone had already passed by him.
Li Yan saw several people beside him walking in without hesitation. The spiritual power at the top of the door in Li Yan's consciousness just fell on the body, and the cultivators who entered disappeared without a trace. He did not feel any strong spiritual energy fluctuations.
After narrowing his eyes, Li Yan walked towards the gate again and took a step inside. The moment he entered the gate, he felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and then he appeared in a passage. At this time, the monks who had entered before were walking forward along the passage. Everything was very normal, but what surprised Li Yan was that Li Yan found that he was now wearing a black veil on his face and a black robe. What was even more weird was that everyone he could see was exactly the same as him, and all the monks who had entered the gate before, were not distinguished by height, weight or body. All of them were of the same build and dressed the same, and it was impossible to tell who was who, male or female, as if many twin brothers had suddenly appeared in the passage.
Li Yan walked slowly with an expressionless face. He first scanned his body with his spiritual sense, wanting to see what he looked like now. However, he found that his spiritual sense could no longer leave his body. This shocked him. It was extremely dangerous for a cultivator's spiritual sense to be suddenly controlled within the body. Not only was there no way to give an early warning, but even many spells could not be used.
Feeling uneasy, Li Yan tried his spiritual power again, but found that there was no abnormality in the spiritual power in his body, and it could leave the body easily, which made him feel a little relieved. He felt that his black robe covered his body tightly, and his height seemed to be shorter than his actual height, and the black robe also seemed to be slightly wider than his body, which was the same as the bodies of the people in front of him. When Li Yan's eyes swept over his sleeves, he found that there was a golden plum blossom pattern on the long sleeves of the black robe, which was very eye-catching. Among the people beside him, Li Yan could see that their cuffs were different for each person, some were white lilies, or red plum blossoms, etc. Li Yan looked at them for a few times and had a guess in his mind.
The big entrance just now should be said to be the entrance to the formation. This is definitely an advanced formation arranged by a formation master. Everyone who enters will trigger the formation restrictions and will be transformed into someone else with exactly the same appearance. This is actually normal in an auction and can protect everyone's privacy to the greatest extent. However, Li Yan still doesn't know whether the voices are the same, and no one is talking here for the time being.
"The Chang Yi Society, just by hearing the name, you can tell that it is an ancient inherited force, and their actions are truly extraordinary."
Just as Li Yan was thinking, his eyes suddenly lit up. The passage had come to an end. What appeared in front of Li Yan was a circular hall. There was a high platform in the middle of the hall, surrounded by rows of chairs. There were about thirty rows in total, with about twenty people sitting in one row. There was at least five or six feet between every two seats, and no one was sitting next to each other.
On the walls surrounding the hall, there are private rooms, which just cover the dozen rows of seats below, like dark clouds half-hung in the air. There are about fourteen or fifteen private rooms, dividing the round hall into two floors.
By this calculation, there would be at least six hundred people in the hall alone.
There was only an empty table on the high platform in the middle of the dome, and no one was sitting on it. When Li Yan looked at the rows of seats in the round hall, he couldn't help but feel happy, because many people had come to the first floor of the round hall at this time. After they sat down, they sat in the same place as if they were sitting by themselves, regardless of fat or thin, tall or short. There was a different flower pattern on the back of each seat, either in different colors or different flower species. Li Yan looked up and saw a flower pattern on the box half hanging above his head, which was shining slightly.
Li Yan confirmed that his idea was correct. There was no need for someone to lead the way here like Lin Daqiao said at other auctions. He just needed to find his seat according to the pattern on the cuffs. The same was true for the box above.
Speaking of the private rooms here, when Li Yan came to inquire the day before yesterday, he also heard a brief introduction. The private rooms here are only for those who have a great relationship with the "Singing Clothes Club". Otherwise, even if you want to spend a lot of spiritual stones, you can't enter. It's just that all this has little to do with Li Yan, just for understanding. After many people sat down in the round hall, some people were talking to the people next to them. The reason why Li Yan guessed that they were talking was because he saw many people turning their heads or facing someone, obviously five or six feet away, and didn't want to talk loudly. In fact, they couldn't tell who was who, but they could know who was next to them when they entered the entrance, and then confirm the mark on the other person's cuffs.
It still takes some time to find your seat here. After all, you can't use your spiritual sense to scan, so you can only look through the rows. Li Yan guessed that he came late, and there were only a dozen places left when he registered and paid spirit stones, so he must be at the back. In the end, he found his golden plum blossom logo in a slightly off-center position in the last row.
In this strange hall, Li Yan couldn't tell the difference between two people. At a glance, he was either walking or sitting. After looking for a long time, he felt that they all looked very tired. Besides the sound of footsteps, the surroundings were very quiet.
"I think Ouyang Jinfei must be among these people, but I don't know which one is him." Li Yan thought, then slowly closed his eyes and rested.
But fortunately, this time was not very long, and the place was already full of neatly dressed people in black robes. After half an incense stick, just when Li Yan closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a majestic voice, "Welcome all Taoist friends to the 'Singing Clothes Club'. This time, I will be the one to sing the clothes."
Li Yan slowly opened his eyes, only to see a middle-aged man in a gray shirt standing behind an empty table on the high platform in the middle of the circular hall. This man had a ruddy complexion, small eyes and a square face, but a serious look. There were bursts of pressure emanating from his body, and he was actually a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core.
Li Yan saw that this person's face was not covered by a black veil, but was covered by a black robe, which made him look so unique. Li Yan could not have imagined that an auction here would be conducted by a Jindan cultivator. It was really a big deal.
"This person is Wang Wuzhong, the third deacon of the Chang Yi Society. I didn't expect that the Chang Yi Society would send out a third deacon this time."
"That means the 'Singing Clothes Club' must have some good stuff this time. There may be more than what has been released publicly. Usually, the 'Singing Clothes Club' only has the fifth deacon coming out."
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As this person appeared, discussions finally began to arise around Li Yan. He was shocked to find that everyone's voices were exactly the same. When so many people spoke, as long as the distance was farther, Li Yan was shocked to find that he could not tell the source of the voices.
Wang Wuzhong stood on the high platform, quietly listening to the discussions below, and then he spoke lightly, "Surprisingly, quite a few people know me. This is really an honor for me. I think everyone is clear about the reputation of the 'Chang Yi Club'. Every item sold here has been personally identified by our master. If there are inferior or fake items, our club will be responsible for ten times the final price. Next, we will start selling the first item." After that, he clapped his hands lightly, and a man dressed in the same color as the guards at the gate, holding a light yellow jade box in his hand, walked quickly from a corner of the round hall to the high platform, and then gently placed the light yellow jade box on the table in front of Wang Wuzhong, and then retreated quietly again.
Seeing something being taken out, Li Yan was about to use his spiritual sense to detect it, but he found helplessly that his spiritual sense was still blocked inside the body and could not leave the body at all.
"The Chang Yi Club is really well guarded, and spiritual sense cannot detect it at all. Even if there are monks from the enemy forces who specialize in spiritual sense and want to destroy the things here, they cannot cause any damage to the auction items through spiritual sense attacks. At the same time, except for the people from the Chang Yi Club, all the other participants speak in the same voice. They just want to know which treasure will be finally obtained by whom, and they don't even know whether it is a man or a woman, old or young."
"My fellow Taoists, the first item is a refining material, Tianmen Sand, which is a high-grade material for refining earth-based magic weapons. The total weight of the Tianmen Sand in Chang Yi's bag is 24 zhu, which is enough to be used for refining an earth-based magic weapon."
Wang Wuzhong on the stage spoke lightly and stretched out his hand to open the pale yellow jade box in front of him. Then a golden light emanated from the jade box. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and dozens of grains of sand flew out of the jade box. Each grain of sand was the size of a grain of rice and exuded a strong earth-based power.