I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

The girl in the pink skirt and the old man in the gray robe walked all the way to their residence without stopping.

This is a loft in the inner city that is as famous as Fantian Pavilion, and its name is Zhaixingju.

In addition to the Tianzi Pavilion, this building also has four levels of guest rooms: A, B, C, and D. The two figures entered the teleportation array to the Jiazi Pavilion, and disappeared in a flash of light.

After several twists and turns, the two appeared outside their guest room. The old man in gray robe opened the ban and then led the girl in pink skirt into the room.

There was another person in the room. He was meditating with his eyes closed. He had white hair and beard, and was an old man in a white robe with an immortal look.

Unlike the old man in gray robe, the aura emanating from the old man in white robe is much stronger than his.

After seeing the old man in white robe, the old man in gray robe stepped forward and said:

"Brother, we may be in big trouble this time..."

The old man in white robes who had been resting with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, looked at his fellow apprentice and asked, "What's going on?"

The old man in gray robe told his senior brother what had happened in detail. Upon hearing this, the old man in white robe frowned tightly.

"Alas! This is indeed troublesome. The three great guardians of Beilu Buddhism have always been extremely united. I'm afraid they have already found a way to target us."

The pink-skirted girl's eyes misted over when she heard that, and she said softly, "I'm sorry, Grandpa He, it's all my fault. I should have sold the relic to him directly."

He Changkong stood up upon hearing this, walked to the side of the girl in the pink skirt, raised his hand and gently touched the top of the girl's head.

"Xue'er, this is not your fault. You are the granddaughter of the Immortal Emperor Longyou. You should not compromise with a monk like him. You did the right thing."

The grey-robed old man said, "Why don't we leave now? Although the item at the auction is very important to us, the most urgent task now is to bring the young lady home safely."

He Changkong shook his head upon hearing this: "It's too late. Since the three of them know our identities and have a grudge against us, it's impossible for them to let us go back."

"Just attend the auction here. After the auction is over, I'll go see if I can meet Duan Wuya and ask him to mediate."

The grey-robed old man sighed upon hearing this: "I never thought that the famous role model of righteousness would be so despicable and shameless, attacking the young lady without any warning."

"If this person wasn't so vicious and wanted to destroy Miss's Taoism, how could I have exposed my identity..."

He Changkong also sighed upon hearing this, and kindly looked at Long Xue who was blaming herself, and said to comfort her:

"Miss, don't worry. Things haven't developed to the worst point yet..."

In the inner city, at the Kuishihui booth

As another piece of waste stone was cut open, another ordinary monk who had paid a high price fainted with his eyes rolled back. Then several big men came out and carried him away for treatment...

Because a relic was cut out of the first piece of ancient stone that Long Xue and his servant bought, the enthusiasm for buying ancient stones later on reached an unprecedented high.

However, these ancient stones, each worth ten million spirit stones, were cut into five pieces of waste stone in a row.

It was like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing the flames in the hearts of thousands of people around...

When the seventh ancient stone was brought up, Wu Lianxi smiled and said in a sweet voice: "This ancient stone is worth nine million spiritual stones."

The price was announced, and no one around raised their hands when they saw the ancient stone that was the size of a head and dark green in color.

At this moment, Ye Wukuang secretly sent a message to Luo Beian, as if he said something to him.

Luo Beian's eyes widened when he heard this, and he turned to look at Ye Wukuang in disbelief, only to find that Ye Wukuang was looking at him expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Luo Beian gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

Xiaoqing was shocked when she saw this scene. She looked at Luo Beian who raised his right hand beside her in disbelief, and was full of confusion.

"Mr. Luo clearly told me that he was very poor and couldn't afford the ancient stones here, so why did he do that this time?"

Xiaoqing turned around in confusion and looked at the ancient stone that Luo Beian raised his hand to buy.

The head-sized, dark green ancient stone looked extremely ordinary. In her experience, 70% of these ancient stones were waste stones...

Wu Lianxi was delighted when she saw this. She first threw a coquettish glance at Luo Beian and then said

"Sir, are you sure you want to buy this?"

Luo Beian's whole body softened when he heard that. He gritted his teeth and took out his bag of spirit stones. He first took out a part of it, then took a deep breath and threw almost all of his savings to Wu Lianci.

Wu Lianxi reached out and grasped the bag of spirit stones steadily, then handed it to the servant beside him. The servant opened it and checked it carefully, then nodded at Wu Lianxi.

Seeing this, Wu Lianxi looked at him seductively and asked with a smile, "Do you want to cut it?"

Luo Beian nodded solemnly: "Tsk!"

Seeing this scene, the monks watching around shook their heads.

"You are just a fool. You spent 9 million spirit stones on such an ordinary ancient stone."

"Tsk tsk, he doesn't look rich, maybe he will get so angry that he will ascend to heaven, haha"

"Oh! You know nothing. I don't think this guy is cutting stone!"

"What? What do you mean?"

Hearing the handsome man with a red flower in his hairpin saying this, the people around him asked in confusion:

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist? What do you mean you are not cutting stone?"

The suave male cultivator smiled faintly upon hearing this, and opened the folding fan in his hand which was painted with countless scantily clad women and said:

"This person spent eight million spirit stones, but what he cut was not the stone, but the heart that pity the fairy~"

Upon hearing this, the monks around rolled their eyes at this person, spat secretly, and stayed away from him.

At this time, the old man who was cutting stones also found a good position. After he took protective measures, the stone cutting officially began.

The old man looked focused and treated every ancient stone very seriously, even this ordinary one.

However, not long after the old man started cutting the stone, his hands began to tremble slightly, sweat began to flow from his forehead, and his Adam's apple kept rolling.

It was only because he had just started cutting the stone that he discovered that the internal patterns had already emerged! This meant that there was a 90% chance that something would come out of this ancient stone, although there was no guarantee that it was a good thing, and it was still unknown...

Different from the previous bold and aggressive cutting method of the ancient stone, this time the old man started changing knives after cutting for a short while and became very careful.

The monks watching around were not fools. Seeing the stone-cutting master looking as if he was facing a great enemy, they knew that there must be something valuable inside the ancient stone!

Sure enough, not long after, the old man who was cutting the stone controlled his trembling hands, and with the last cut he made a fierce cut to the exposed veins inside the ancient stone.

With a "crack", the round ancient stone, which was originally the size of a head and now only less than half was cut, instantly split into two, revealing the contents inside...