Chapter 701 Reactions From All Parties (Second Update)

Ximen Xiu's tone was full of dissatisfaction with Dongqi's cultivation world. They should have lowered their posture when asking for help, but Dongqi was like a rogue, threatening to surrender to the Great Qin Demon Dao if they didn't send troops to support.

"The attitude of the four sects of Dongqi is indeed wrong, but it is not reasonable. We should all send people to support Dongqi. I think it is enough to send 200 low-level disciples and two Jindan cultivators to Dongqi. After all, it is not just our Ziyan Sect that is sending troops." Dongfang Ze suggested.

"I am not against sending troops, but this matter is of great importance. Send people to contact several sects of Zixiao Sect and the five sects of the Tang Dynasty. Everyone will send troops to form a coalition, led by two Yuanying cultivators to support Dongqi." Ximen Xiu ordered in a deep voice.

Dongfang Ze hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "Uncle Ximen, there is no problem in sending people to notify other sects, but if we need to send two Nascent Soul cultivators to lead the team, it will take a while to come up with a result to send troops to Dongqi?"

"Humph, if we don't send Nascent Soul cultivators to lead the team, and each sect sends a reinforcement, can you guarantee that Dongqi will not use these reinforcements as pawns to resist the Great Qin Demon? Besides, in less than three months, Daqin took over one-third of the territory. This is really a bit weird. I am worried that Dongqi has already surrendered to Daqin and plans to trick us into sending troops and take the opportunity to destroy our manpower. It is better to be cautious. Send some people to sneak into various places in Dongqi to get information." Ximen Xiu ordered solemnly.

Dongfang Ze's face straightened and he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, you can go down! I'm going to attend the auction held by Sanxin Market. Junior Brother Xue is in seclusion. When I'm not here, be on high alert. If there's anything you can't handle, notify Junior Brother Xue immediately."

After Ximen Xiu said this, she stomped her jade foot on the floor fiercely, turned into a long purple rainbow, flew out of the Purple Flame Hall, and disappeared into the sky not long after.

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Western Han Dynasty, Moon-Watching Mountains.

In a heavily guarded attic, Zhang Shuheng, the eldest elder of the Zhang family, sat on a jade chair. Zhang Shuheng held a golden invitation in his hand, and Zhang Hanlin was talking about something.

"Millennial elixir? Sanxin Market can actually auction off a rare millennial elixir. It's really a big deal." Zhang Shuheng said in an envious tone.

"Yes! I hope it's not just ordinary millennial elixir for publicity, there are also magic weapons. I heard that Xiancao Pavilion also participated in the planning of this auction. Maybe the millennial elixir was taken out by Xiancao Pavilion." Zhang Hanlin said with a smile.

"Xiancao Pavilion is interesting. I've been idle recently, so I'll go to Sanxin Market to stretch my muscles and meet this Li Mubai. I want to see who he is and what forces are behind him." Zhang Shuheng stood up and ordered in a deep voice. He suddenly remembered something and continued, "Hanlin, you can go with me and Zhang Feng. My movements should not be disclosed to others. Do you understand?"

"Nephew understands." Zhang Hanlin agreed.

The Qingyang Mountains are located in the northeast of the Western Han Dynasty. Looking around, it is lush and green.

This is the headquarters of the Qingyang Sect.

In the Qingyang Palace, a short and fat old man with white hair and beard is listening to what a middle-aged man with a resolute face is saying.

The short and fat old man is holding a golden invitation in his hand, and his brows are slightly frowned.

The short and fat old man is Qiao Zizai, the supreme elder of the Qingyang Sect, and the middle-aged man is Lin Zongze, the head of the Qingyang Sect.

"Uncle Qiao, are you going to Sanxin Market to participate in the auction in person?" Lin Zongze said in surprise.

"What? Can't I go?" Qiao Zizai said bluntly.

Lin Zongze smiled awkwardly and explained hurriedly: "Disciple doesn't mean that, just asking casually."

Qiao Zizai glared at Lin Zongze and said unhappily: "It's rare for Sanxin Market to take out the thousand-year-old elixir. I don't want it to fall into the hands of others. When I'm not here, if you have anything you can't handle, go and ask Junior Brother Liu. By the way, there is a spiritual herb shop in Sanxin Market. It is said that the owner's body is stronger than that of Junior Brother Qin Yang. What is the name of that shop?"

"Xiancao Pavilion, the owner is Li Mubai, a foundation-building cultivator who practices both sword and body. His master is Yuanying Sanxiu Xiaoyaozi, who has a mysterious background. "

"I know, I'm leaving. "

After Qiao Zizai finished speaking, he turned into a long white rainbow and flew out of Qingyang Palace. In less than two breaths, he turned into a white dot and disappeared into the sky.

Jinhualing is located in the southwest of the Western Han Dynasty. It stretches over 100,000 miles and consists of thousands of mountains of different sizes.

Jinhualing is planted with a large number of spiritual flowers, and spiritual butterflies and bees can be seen everywhere.

The main altar of the Jinhua Sect is located in Jinhualing.

A high peak that reaches the sky, with a magnificent golden pavilion on the top, and the three characters "Jinhua Pavilion" written on the plaque.

Around the Jinhua Pavilion, there are a large number of golden flowers planted, and more than a dozen black spiritual butterflies about ten feet in size are dancing in the sea of ​​flowers.

In the Jinhua Pavilion, a beautiful woman in a golden robe is holding a golden invitation in her hand, and a dignified young woman in a blue skirt is reporting something.

The old woman in the golden robe is Ye Jiao, the most advanced cultivator in the Jinhua Sect, and the young woman in the blue skirt is Mu Pingping, the head of the Jinhua Sect.

Ye Jiao waved her hand and said impatiently: "Okay, you can handle these chores yourself, don't bother me with everything. I'm going to Sanxinfang City to participate in the auction. If there are things that I can't handle, you can go to Song Junior Brother. By the way, there is a spiritual herb shop in Sanxinfang City that can book thousand-year-old spiritual medicines. What's the name?"

Mu Pingping's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly replied: "To reply to Uncle Ye, the spiritual herb shop is called Xiancao Pavilion, and the owner is Li Mubai. I heard that this person has a master who is a Yuanying cultivator, named Xiaoyaozi."

"I don't care who his disciple is, as long as he can give me thousand-year-old spiritual medicines. Okay, I won't say anything more. I'm leaving. You should pay more attention during this period and wait for me to come back."

After Ye Jiao finished speaking, she turned into a golden rainbow, flew out of Jinhua Pavilion, and turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky.

Nanshu, Dulong Mountains.

The Poison Dragon Mountains are famous in Southern Shu for their majestic and dangerous nature. They stretch more than 100,000 miles from east to west and 40,000 to 50,000 miles from north to south. There are countless dangerous mountains and peaks, poisonous snakes and beasts often appear, and birds are exhausted and unable to cross.

The Poison Dragon Mountains are filled with miasma all year round, and various poisonous insects emerge in an endless stream. Even cultivators dare not easily step into the Poison Dragon Mountains.

The headquarters of the famous Poison Dragon Sect of Southern Shu is here.

In the Poison Dragon Hall, the great elder of the Poison Dragon Sect, Li Yang, sat on a golden dragon chair with a golden invitation in his hand.

Below him, there sat a man and a woman.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a purple Taoist robe, with a black gourd hanging around his waist, and insect sounds came from it from time to time.

The woman had a wrinkled face, wearing a green robe, holding a green snake-headed cane, and several spirit beast bags hanging around her waist.

"Sanxin Market is actually auctioning off thousand-year-old spiritual medicines. Do you think there will be what we need?" Li Yang muttered to himself.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter whether there are what we urgently need. What matters is whether there are the rare thousand-year-old spiritual medicines they claim to have. If Sanxin Market dares to deceive people, they will definitely be in trouble. They dare to deceive our Five Saints of the Poison Dragon." The tall and thin man chuckled and sneered.

"That's right. If we set off now, we should be able to get to Sanxin Market before the auction. I hope there will really be a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine auction. Otherwise, Sanxin Market must give me an explanation." The old woman in green robe echoed, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

"In this case, there is no time to lose. Let's set off immediately. There must be no one stationed in the sect. The affairs of the sect will be handed over to the third and fifth brothers."

Not long after, three different colored escape lights flew out from the depths of the Poison Dragon Mountains and disappeared into the sky.

In the western part of Nanshu, a towering mountain range that is completely dark and stretches for tens of thousands of miles.

On the platform of a giant peak that reaches the sky, there stands a magnificent palace with three characters "Holy Spirit Palace" written on the plaque.

In the hall, a handsome middle-aged scholar is playing chess with a young woman in her early thirties in a blue skirt on a dark chessboard.

"No more playing, no more playing. Fellow Daoist Zhang's chess skills are getting better and better. I am no match for him." The young woman in the blue skirt smiled bitterly and threw the chess pieces in her hand onto the chessboard.

"Hehe, Madam Song is too kind. Madam Song manages such a huge organization as the Holy Spirit Sect. It is normal that she has no time to study chess." The middle-aged scholar said modestly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are joking. Although I am the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, how can I compare with you? You are a member of the Elder Council of Feixian City. Feixian City is a city of cultivators. Which country in Dongyuan does not look at the face of Feixian City? If you don't mind, we are willing to hire you as a guest of our Holy Spirit Sect." The young woman in blue skirt said in a flattering tone.

"Haha, Madam Song, you are joking. The Elder Council of Feixian City has a rule that after joining the Elder Council, you are not allowed to become a guest elder of other sects, otherwise you will be expelled from the Elder Council." The middle-aged scholar explained, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

The young woman in the blue skirt was a little disappointed. Just as she was about to say something, a man's voice came from outside the hall: "Uncle Song, the Tang Dynasty Sanxin Market sent someone to deliver an invitation. It is said that Sanxin Market will hold a large auction, and there will be a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine auction."

A trace of surprise flashed across the beautiful eyes of the young woman in the blue skirt, and she ordered: "Come in and talk."

"Yes, Uncle Song."

A middle-aged man with regular features strode in, holding a golden invitation in both hands.

The young woman in the blue skirt waved at the golden invitation with one hand, and the golden invitation flew towards her and landed in her hand.

The young woman in the blue skirt opened the golden invitation, glanced at it, and handed it to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at it and showed a strange look on his face.

"I know about this, you can go down!" the young woman in the blue skirt ordered.

The middle-aged man responded and bowed and retreated.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, if I remember correctly, a large-scale auction for high-level cultivators was also held in Feixian City a hundred years ago. However, that was an auction for the Nascent Soul stage. It was not surprising to have a thousand-year-old elixir for auction. However, this Sanxin Market has only been open for a short time, and it is really strange that they can offer a thousand-year-old elixir for auction." The young woman in blue skirt asked curiously, her beautiful eyes flashing.

"Hmph, it's probably just an ordinary thousand-year-old spiritual medicine. The auction in Feixian City brought out three rare thousand-year-old spiritual medicines and several powerful magic weapons." The middle-aged scholar said proudly.

He is a member of the Elders' Council of Feixian City. Feixian City is the largest market in Dongyuan and is known as the city of cultivators. He doesn't believe that the scale of auctions held in other markets can exceed that of Feixian City.

"Whether he has a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine or not, let's go and take a look! If he really has it, it would be nice if we can take a picture of it." The young woman in the blue skirt suggested.

The middle-aged scholar did not object to this.

The two turned into two beams of light and flew out of the Holy Spirit Palace. Not long after, they disappeared into the sky.

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