Fantasy, I can devour infinitely

The two of them went to the inn and had a good rest.

In the inn, Lin Xiao and Mo Qingfeng did not go back to the academy directly, but planned to recuperate here first, especially Lin Xiao, who had suffered serious internal injuries after returning from the ruins, and really needed to take a good rest.

In the room, Lin Xiao practiced the Soul Devouring Technique, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth quickly entered his pulse gate, flowed into the Qi Palace, and then circulated in his body, warming his internal organs and flesh.

After half a day, Lin Xiao opened his eyes and his injuries recovered a little.

He took out the earth-level scroll and planned to try to see if he could practice it. If he could practice it, he would definitely be able to increase his strength. However, since it was an earth-level technique, the difficulty of practicing it would definitely be very high.

Lin Xiao couldn't wait to open the scroll. However, after just a few glances, he suddenly frowned, "This turns out to be a formation, which requires at least five people to practice."

That is to say, Lin Xiao alone cannot practice this technique. In other words, although this technique is a ground-level technique, Lin Xiao cannot practice it and can only use it as a decoration.

"Damn, it's so deceptive." Lin Xiao said in annoyance. He spent so much effort and almost lost his life to get this ground-level technique, but he couldn't practice it. This made Lin Xiao unacceptable for a while, and he had the urge to curse.

"Hey?" Lin Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Although I can't practice it, others can practice it. I can sell this technique, and it will definitely make a lot of money."

For some big families, there are many talented disciples, and they can practice this ground-level technique. Lin Xiao believes that as long as this ground-level scroll is sold, it will definitely attract many forces to scramble for it.

A local-level technique is extremely rare in the entire Tianxing Empire, so it can be seen that its value must not be low.

But now there is a problem, that is, how Lin Xiao will sell this local-level technique.

You must find a place or organization with good reputation, authority, and power.

Lingdan Pavilion!

Lin Xiao thought of this place.

There is no doubt that as one of the three major forces in the Tianxing Empire, Lingdan Pavilion, whether in terms of financial resources, power or other aspects, there are few other families or organizations that can compete with it, not to mention its reputation.

Moreover, although Lingdan Pavilion mainly sells elixirs, in recent years, they have also been involved in various transactions such as techniques, spiritual tools, and auctions. Especially auctions, due to the influence and prestige of Lingdan Pavilion in the Tianxing Empire, it has gradually become the recognized first auction venue in the entire empire.

Many large-scale auctions of high-level techniques and spiritual tools are all handled by Lingdan Pavilion, and have won unanimous praise from the industry.

There is no doubt that it is the best choice to hand over this local-level scroll to Lingdan Pavilion for auction.

However, since it was a local scroll after all, Lin Xiao could not act rashly. He had to find out the situation first and then make a decision.

So, in the following time, in addition to practicing and healing, Lin Xiao would go outside to learn about the auction situation of Lingdan Pavilion and other things.

Two days later, Lin Xiao and Mo Qingfeng left the inn.

A day later, the two returned to Wenjian Academy.

Just when Lin Xiao returned to the academy, King Kong Dean Dugu Hong received the news.

Hearing the news that Lin Xiao was back, Dugu Hong was surprised. He had clearly sent Dugu Fei and the Dugu family's human-level masters to deal with Lin Xiao. He thought that Lin Xiao would definitely die on this trip, but he didn't expect that he actually came back alive.

At the first moment, Dugu Hong felt that something was wrong and something must have happened.

In fact, a few days ago, his sound transmission stone could not contact Dugu Fei. At that time, he had already felt that something was wrong.

Could it be that Dugu Fei and the others...

Thinking of this, Dugu Hong's face turned very ugly. He didn't believe it, or didn't want to believe it, and didn't dare to believe it.

At this time, Dugu Hong received a letter from his family.

The head of the Dugu family, Dugu Yifang, wanted to see him.

After receiving the letter, Dugu Hong's uneasiness became stronger. The head of the family rarely wrote to him personally to ask him to go back, unless something major happened.

With an uneasy mood, Dugu Hong returned to the family.

The Dugu family, one of the eight major families of the Tianxing Empire, is actually ranked sixth among the eight major families. It can be regarded as a very large family with a strong foundation.

A gorgeous and tall mansion, covering an area of ​​more than 100 feet, is no exaggeration to say that it is a palace. Outside the mansion, there are two guards with swords.

The two looked ahead, their expressions were indifferent and their auras were steady, like two sharp blades that could be unsheathed at any time, making people dare not approach them easily. Both of them were masters of the fifth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

The gatekeepers alone were all at the fifth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, which showed how powerful the Dugu family was.

At this time, an old man in brown clothes came over in a hurry. It was Dugu Hong.

Dugu Hong took out his badge and walked into the mansion.

In the lobby, on the main seat, sat a middle-aged man with a sharp gaze and a calm face. There was a kind of imposing aura between his eyebrows.

It was the head of the Dugu family, Dugu Yifang.

On both sides, sat the senior members of the Dugu family, three elders, and seven deacons. Dugu Hong was among the seven deacons.

"The family meeting was held this time because a lot of things have happened in the family in recent months." Dugu Yifang said in a deep voice, and then glanced at Dugu Hong, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Feeling Dugu Yifang's gaze, Dugu Hong trembled, lowered his head and said nothing.

"A few months ago, my third son, Dugu Ba, died in the Demonic Forest," Dugu Yifang's eyes were already bloodshot as he spoke, and his tone became increasingly gloomy, "and just a few days ago, the life tablet of my second son, Dugu Fei, was also broken."

Hearing this, there was an uproar in the hall, and everyone looked shocked.