Chapter 329: The Sigh of Tongming, the Spiritual Root of Heaven and Earth

The Nine Mountains Auction House was a two-story wooden building resembling a theater, with a square courtyard in the center.

At one end of the courtyard stood a wooden platform, upon which rested a small table, a bell, and a small golden hammer slanted beside it—used by the auctioneer to announce items.

Below the platform, this area was reserved for cultivators below the Golden Core realm.

The second floor held dozens of private booths; if a cultivator above the Nascent Soul realm arrived, they would be guided into a booth—this was also

For a moment, Tang Tang couldn't make sense of it—she had sent her own son leaping into a chasm, yet she hadn't strangled herself, instead bursting into tears like a long-lost compatriot embracing her.

Seeing how reasonable Mai Er was, the twins' fear lessened further. They said they didn't want to go out or meet strangers, but a wedding required leaving the house and meeting many strangers.

"How did you find out about this? It's our guild's secret!" Barret's eyes gleamed with intense hunger, as if he wanted to devour Bai Song.

Both hands converged, weaving intricate, graceful seals that continuously forged and refined themselves, forming boundless traces.

"Thank Your Majesty," said Qing Hong, a faint smile on her lips as she watched Mu Qingyu frozen in place. She gently pushed him, and only then did he snap out of it, shouting loudly toward Qin Tianao.

Under Tang Tang's direction, Bai Zhuo, Zi Wenya, and the Prince moved to build a fire, while Bai Mozi began roasting meat.

Yet upon seeing this figure, the pair of icy serpent eyes revealed a wild, hungry gleam—bloodthirsty and scorching, as if spotting a delicious meal—suddenly lunging toward the figure.

"Senior Brother…" Tang Tang stiffened, rose, and slowly stepped outside the hall, where she saw Jun Yifan and Long Xing lying motionless on the ground, deeply asleep.

Xin Yi returned home just in time for the seasonal crabs. The Wang family's medicinal aura filled the air; the matter of execution was no longer mentioned. Chang'an enjoyed a brief peace, the autumn sun warm and bright.

In her heart, Xu Mo's greatest priority was his mistress; if he had a chance to attain Soul Transformation early, he would risk everything. Only by reaching Soul Transformation could he defend her, could he traverse heaven and earth to find his mistress.

"Master Chu, let's not rush the payment. Let's first visit the ancestral graves. If even I can't help, no prior agreement matters." I paused, suppressing the faint greed in my heart, and spoke slowly.

As if sensing my gaze, the great blade began to hum violently, as if roaring in fury—though it had not yet fully manifested, that single strike had been its final struggle.

The city measured three hundred zhang in both length and width, constructed entirely of fired yellow clay, appearing extremely sturdy and heavy.

Ma Xiaoquan took the silver ingot, bit it against his teeth, then chuckled awkwardly as he tucked it away—his demeanor was as sleazy as could be.

The very thing she feared most happened: upon hearing her say "I'm not feeling well," Chris immediately swept forward with arms thicker than Xie Xuan's thighs, engulfing her in a crushing embrace.

When they reached the hotel zone of the Tianxia International Club, Zhu Zhengquan deliberately paused for a moment.

The figure had originally been illusory, but as the light points grew stronger, it solidified from illusion into reality—though its form remained blurred, and Fang Xiaowu could never make it out clearly.

Ma Xianzhong smirked inwardly—using the word "bastard"? What had Cheng Liping done to anger Wang Dunru again?

Since Lin Yun and Lin Dalong said nothing, the atmosphere grew awkward. Meng Die, who entered right after, sensed the tension. She scurried into the kitchen to assist Lin Dong and Ye Qiuyue, who were busy cooking.

But for now, she still couldn't forgive Qin Hao's actions, so she had to leave.