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The next day.
Disciples of the Cloud Hidden Sacred Sect continuously departed from their sect on Three-Legged Eagles.
Tonight, the auction in the imperial capital is about to begin.
This is the grandest auction of the year-end.
It gathers numerous treasures, rare medicinal herbs from secret realms, as well as Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifacts crafted by master alchemists and artifact masters, and even antiques excavated from Ancient Tombs.
Both the scale of the auction and the preciousness of the items up for bid are truly remarkable.
If you are not wealthy or a person of power, you can only be a bystander.
It is said that every year at this time, various families prepare diligently, reviewing their finances and readying top-quality Supreme Yuan Stones in hopes of securing a few treasures to enhance their family's strength.
Prior to this, large commercial associations in the imperial capital also held several small auctions.
However, those were merely appetizers, satisfying the vanity of minor figures.
Many important individuals couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
Only the final auction is considered the main event.
Only then could they attract the powerful figures from the Divine Holy Dynasty and even neighboring countries.
...
At the Cloud Hidden Sacred Sect, many disciples from the Yuan Dan Realm had already left in the past few days.
They might not have the financial means to participate in the auction in the imperial capital.
However, they could still showcase their abilities at other auctions.
As for the experts from the Creation Realm, their social engagements were even more numerous.
As prodigies, they were not merely attending this grand auction.
They would also accept invitations from nobles and aristocrats to expand their networks and gain opportunities.
Those nobles and aristocrats had many gray channels through which they could acquire rare treasures from other places.
Some opportunities are often serendipitous and cannot be sought after.
Many nobles and aristocrats were keen on using information from these gray channels to befriend the prodigies of the Sacred Sect!
This was far more popular than directly gifting supreme Supreme Yuan Stones.
After all, while Supreme Yuan Stones can be replaced, opportunities are often unique.
Therefore, the senior brothers and sisters of the Creation Realm would not miss this opportunity.
Lin Qiubai naturally did not want to miss it either. On one hand, he needed to search in the imperial capital for treasures of royal grade or above. On the other hand, he wanted to auction a suitable Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact.
After making preparations, he gathered a group of six, including Zhuang Bifan, Luan Ying, Xia Qing, and Ye Hui, informed the elders, and departed from the Yunyin Sacred Sect aboard a Three-Legged Roc.
...
The imperial capital of the Shengxian Dynasty is said to be praised as "a city built on the foundation of Huawai, with rivers as its pools, towering cities reaching millions of feet, overlooking unfathomable abysses, with subjects numbering in the hundreds of millions."
It is bustling to the point of being breathtaking.
As for the architecture, it is densely packed like a beehive, with countless styles that dazzle the eyes.
There are painted bridges under smoky willows and phoenix curtains draped in emeralds, with throngs of people bustling through three thousand miles of traffic.
There are also towering buildings made of marble that reach heights of a hundred feet, standing tall alongside clouds and mist.
On the pedestrian paths, crowds jostle against each other.
The official roads are over a hundred meters wide, even more spacious than what is known as highways in previous worlds.
Massive Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact carriages move like ancient behemoths, proud and swift as they race through.
A flag stood tall ahead, adorned with a character that resembled either "Song" or "Zhao," exuding an imposing presence.
This sight caused other Golden Palanquins to retreat in deference.
On the Official Road of the Imperial Capital, the competition among Golden Palanquins had become a norm.
Although the materials, styles, and carvings varied, they all shared one commonality.
That was their extreme opulence.
Some Golden Palanquins were carved from Eternal Jade Wood. Their entire bodies appeared like jade, featuring natural wood grain, with faint ethereal images of beasts and divine birds emerging from the patterns. The scene resembled a blessed land where Dragons and Phoenixes sang together.
Others were crafted from the finest materials for refining artifacts. Created by top masters, these Golden Palanquins soared through the air like colossal metal beasts, radiating golden light in all directions.
One particular Golden Palanquin was made from a massive Supreme Origin Stone. A giant piece of Supreme Origin Stone was hollowed out, carved, and inscribed with formations. It was embedded with precious gems, the bones of polar magic bears, and the long tusks of sacred elephants... This palanquin commanded respect from all other Golden Palanquins, which had to yield its path.
"Extravagant!"
Zhuang Bifan scoffed.
Lin Qiubai raised an eyebrow. Wasn't it strange? Zhuang Bifan should have loved this display of wealth.
Why had he suddenly begun to despise such behavior?
After a moment's thought, Lin Qiubai understood; it must be that Zhuang Bifan currently couldn't afford a Golden Palanquin.
With a chuckle, Lin Qiubai remained silent.
The sidewalk beside the Official Road was slightly congested.
Countless commoners had gathered along the Official Road, eagerly watching one golden palanquin after another rush by.
They whispered among themselves, their faces filled with envy.
"Look at that Jade Chariot! They say if you sit in it for a while, it can prolong your life!"
"Look at that pure gold Golden Palanquin! It's so impressive! Like a grand palace."
…………
There were also small children, held up by their fathers, wide-eyed and watching with great interest, their little faces brimming with excitement.
In a childish voice, they shouted, "Lian... Lian..."
Just like Lin Qiubai in his childhood, who had a fervent love for trains.
"Little Huanhuan, when you grow up, you must cultivate. If one day you can ride in a Golden Palanquin, how glorious that would be for our family!"
The father murmured, his eyes filled with hopes for his son’s future.
The little boy nodded vigorously, his big eyes shining with innocent wonder.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qiubai smiled faintly, remembering when he had just crossed over.
It seemed as if his spirit had suffered a heavy blow; his face was pale, and he sat in the courtyard all day, lost in thought and utterly dejected.
A sense of loneliness that did not belong to this world engulfed him, driving him to mental turmoil,
even leading him to self-hypnotize: that suicide would allow him to return to Earth!
This state was terrifying.
At a critical moment, it was his Cheap Father who had a heart-to-heart talk with him, saying something that made Lin Qiubai come to a realization:
"As a man, what is there to be so anxious about?
Your feelings of fear stem from your lack of strength.
If you were strong enough, you could feel at ease anywhere and fear nothing.
Therefore, no matter what, you must diligently cultivate your skills.
As your Father, I will do my utmost to create an environment for you.
Once you have the strength to protect yourself, you will find that what once terrified you is nothing more than that."
Pulling his thoughts back from memories, Lin Qiubai felt a warmth and smiled gently.
He was able to struggle out of despair and a heart that felt like ashes. This simple truth was crucial.
The reason you feel anxious and uncertain is that you are too weak.
If you were strong enough, you would realize that what once terrified you is nothing more than this!
Back at the old site of the Holy Evil Sect, a mere Evil Cultivator at the first level of the Creation Realm had left Lin Qiubai's body shattered, nearly leading him to utter destruction.
But now.
If another first-level martial artist from the Creation Realm were to come, Lin Qiubai could easily kill them in just a few moments.
Thus, Lin Qiubai worked hard to cultivate and finally became an existence that others feared immensely...
PS: Xue Li bought a cover but filled in the wrong email address, sending it to someone else's inbox. She went to find customer service. It's hilarious.
On another note, Xue Li types so slowly!
Crying in the bathroom.
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