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The young man with red hair, dressed in white Daoist robes, had a mark like a red sword between his brows, making him look like a sword immortal.

At first, he was excited, but soon he frowned deeply as he stared at the jade sword.

Beside him a hunched back old man with white hair and wrinkled face stood patiently.

The old man asked respectfully, “Saint Heir, have you located the last sword?”

The young man didn’t reply, kept staring at the small sword hovering above his palm.

After a moment,

“It seems Senior Brother Seven Sword was right. The last sword is truly in the Hanxu Dynasty,” He said, then let out a sigh.

“But I can’t find it precisely. Maybe this Yun Wuji guy has hidden the sword in a high rank space treasure,” He spat disdainfully, his eyes narrowing with annoyance.

Shaking his head, he snorted coldly, “Let’s enter this auction house where the sword is pointing. Even if he placed the last sword in a space treasure, as long as this sword gets within 100 meters of him, it can detect the other sword’s location.”

The Saint Heir extended his palm towards the old man, the jade sword floating above it. With a gentle push of his Spiritual Energy, the sword floated towards the old man.

“Take this and find this fucker..”

The old man bowed deeply, his wrinkled face showing utmost respect as he carefully received the sword with both hands.

“Leave everything to this old man. I’ll definitely find this lowly cultivator and capture his soul to refine a lantern for the Saint Heir,”

The old man spoke, his aged eyes gleaming with a cold light as he carefully tucked the jade sword into his sleeve as if handling the most precious item in the world.

With his hands behind his back, Saint Heir went towards the entrance, his white robes fluttering in the cold wind, drawing admiring glances from nearby female cultivators who whispered among themselves.

As they entered the auction hall, Saint Heir couldn’t help but ask, “What about the task I’ve given you?”

“This is all the information Immortal Phoenix Hall has had,” The old man immediately took out a jade slip and offered it with both hands.

Saint Heir took it and touched it with his forehead as the information about the incident two days ago flowed into his mind.

His expression grew increasingly solemn as he read the details about the burning demonic figure that had appeared above the Royal City…

***

Meanwhile,

As the old man left after closing the door, Lucian sat on the sofa and swiftly activated the Array Formation to ensure their privacy.

“Here, brother Lucian,” Sylvia sat beside his left side and plucked a spirit grape from the table, holding it to his lips with a gentle smile hidden behind her mask.

“Is this how I taught you?” Lucian mischievously raised an eyebrow, his crimson eyes gleaming with playfulness.

Sylvia tilted her head confusedly, then as if understanding what he meant, her mask slowly opened revealing her mouth.

She placed the grape in her mouth and leaned forward, pressing her scarred lips against his in a gentle kiss.

As the sweet juices of the Spirit grape burst between them, Lucian didn’t get rough with the kiss, but gently guided her, licking and sucking her lips.

Even though deep scars were etched into the soft skin of her lips, he didn’t mind.

Smooch~~ Liick~ Kiss~ Drooling!

Because of Sylvia’s mask, Lucian’s tongue didn’t enter her mouth completely. Instead their tongues met at the opening of her mask, sucking and licking each other’s tongues.

Twirling!! Slurp~ Sluuurp~ Lap~ Lap!

Her hands wrapped around his neck as she pressed closer, her small body trembling with excitement.

The sweet taste of the grape mixed with the warmth of Lucian’s breath and saliva made her feel dizzy with happiness.

“We definitely need to get this item and this too…” Iris of course didn’t mind them, instead she began to flip through the pages of a catalogue that had been placed on the table.

Nysa poured wine for everyone, while also checking the spirit screen for any updates about the auction. She handed a glass to Iris, who accepted it without taking her eyes off the catalogue.

“Huff! Huff! B-brother Lucian, y-you are so rough,” Sylvia gasped as she finally pulled away, her scarred lips glistening with saliva.

Lucian licked his lips, “Your lips are sweeter than any Spirit fruit I’ve ever had, my little Sylvia. I can’t wait to taste more of you soon…”

His words made Sylvia’s neck turn crimson as she quickly closed her mask, hiding her embarrassment, causing Lucian to laugh.

“Young Master, the auction is about to start,” Nysa suddenly said as she handed him a glass of wine.

Lucian nodded and turned his attention to the spirit screen.

The auction hall below was now packed with cultivators from various sects and families as well as rogue cultivators.

At this moment,

A middle-aged man in a flowing white robes with red Phoenix patterns embroidered on them, walked onto the central stage, his presence immediately silencing the crowd.

“Fellow Daoists and Honored guests,” The man’s voice boomed through the Spirit Screen, “welcome to the Immortal Phoenix Hall’s special auction before the opening of the Tribulation Realm!”

“I am Immortal Phoenix Hall’s Elder Wu, and I’ll be your host today,” The man continued with a warm smile, his voice imbued with Spiritual Energy, reaching every corner of the auction hall,

“We have prepared many rare Heavenly Meterials and Earthly Treasures as well as war slaves from the other continents that will certainly help you in the Tribulation Realm. So without further ado, let’s begin!”

The crowd below erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

At this moment, a beautiful woman in a red dress that barely covered her busty figure walked onto the stage, carrying a wooden box.

“Our first item is a set of five Formation Flags, a Rank Five Spiritual Array Formation!” Elder Wu announced as the woman opened the box, revealing five red flags.

“Starting bid – one thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones, with a minimum increment of one hundred mid-grade Spirit Stones per bid!”

At the same,

Inside the private room, Lucian smirked, “Nysa, why are you still standing?”

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