Chapter 1297: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1297: Reaping What He Sowed!

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Before his voice faded, the doors of the auction house were pushed open from within.

The first to step out was a young man appearing to be in his thirties.

He was tall and slender, dressed in a long cyan robe.

His cuffs were trimmed with gold-threaded borders, and a Guan Shi Token hung at his waist.

His steps were swift, almost jogging out from inside the gate.

The group at the entrance who had been mocking Xu Zhangqing all stifled their mocking expressions the moment this person appeared.

"Supreme Elder Nangong, long time no see!"

"Why did the Supreme Elder come out personally?"

"Regarding that fifth-grade Phoenix Tail Grass you were asked to find last time, is there any news?"

Some cupped their fists, some bowed, greeting him warmly.

However, Supreme Elder Nangong did not even glance at the people around him.

He walked straight through this group of greeting guests and quickly approached Xu Zhangqing.

Then, before everyone's eyes, he bowed deeply and cupped his fists:

"Junior Nangong He, current Supreme Elder of the Lingti Auction House, greets you, Senior!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

One must know that, apart from his head of white hair, Xu Zhangqing looked far younger than those around him, appearing to be barely twenty.

In terms of appearance, he was even more youthful than Nangong He.

No one expected this Supreme Elder to be so respectful?

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly: "It seems this token is still useful."

Nangong He nodded eagerly: "This token is indeed a Noble Guest Token issued five thousand years ago.

My grandfather, while alive, repeatedly instructed.

The bearer of this token gets first choice of all auction items, and all transaction commissions are waived.

I have served for two hundred years, and today is the first time I have ever seen the actual item!"

Xu Zhangqing smiled: "Then... may I go in?"

"Please, go ahead!"

Nangong He presented the token with both hands, then made an inviting gesture toward the inside of the gate.

His posture was extremely low, even somewhat humble.

In this situation, the air at the entrance froze.

The middle-aged cultivator who had just laughed at Xu Zhangqing for carrying a fake token had his smile frozen, his mouth corners twitching twice, his entire face turning the color of pig liver.

The two Supreme Elders behind him also subconsciously retreated half a step.

The female cultivator holding a fan even held the fan in front of her face, revealing only two eyes.

At this moment, she had lost all her haughty bearing, feeling uneasy inside.

As for the young cultivator who said he came to the auction house entrance to "see the world," he had already quietly retreated to the outermost edge of the crowd, now not daring to even breathe loudly.

At this time, someone approached the guard and asked curiously: "Where does this token come from?"

The guard replied in a low voice: "This is a Noble Guest Token from five thousand years ago; only three were issued in the entire Qinglong Donglu."

The voice was not loud, but everyone around heard it clearly.

That is to say, this white-haired young man who looks to be barely twenty.

Either he is an old monster who has lived for at least five thousand years.

Or he is a descendant of some Great Power who possesses this Noble Guest Token.

However, whichever it is, both are existences they cannot afford to provoke.

Xu Zhangqing took the token and asked: "Was the previous Supreme Elder your grandfather?"

"Yes."

Nangong He nodded slightly: "My grandfather passed away three thousand years ago; on his deathbed, he entrusted the auction house to my father, and after my father retired, it was passed to me, the junior.

Today, with the Senior's esteemed visit, my Nangong Family is greatly honored!"

Xu Zhangqing was about to enter, but suddenly hesitated, then glanced at the few who had just insulted him: "Although I am a good-tempered person."

But you low-rank cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage and Golden Core Stage cannot casually insult me.

Either commit suicide, and I will no longer pursue it.

Or run away, and I will slaughter your entire clan."

After speaking, he entered the auction house step by step, leaving the crowd looking at each other.

Nangong He looked at the three, his gaze as cold as if looking at three corpses.

Hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator's face turned ashen, his lips trembling several times, then he suddenly gave a bitter laugh, turned, and waved to the two Supreme Elders: "You go, go home and send word.

Just say that Mu someone today spoke rudely and reaped what he sowed."

After speaking, he bowed toward Xu Zhangqing's direction, then self-detonated his Nascent Soul.

Boom!

With a loud shock, a law energy wave swept the surroundings, and the whole person died instantly on the spot.

The Mu Family.

One of the Three Great Families of Qinglong Donglu, their ancestors produced a Mahayana-stage Ancestor.

Although they have declined somewhat in recent generations, the clan still has three Void Refinement-stage Elders holding the fort.

Such a family, in all of Qinglong Donglu, few dare to provoke.

But today, the current Mu Family Head's own younger brother, because of a single sentence, died at the Auction House's gate.

The female cultivator holding the folding fan saw this scene, and the fan in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Her whole person, as if her bones had been pulled out, went limp and collapsed at once.

She knelt on the ground, crawled two steps toward Nangong He's position, reached out to grab his hem, her voice sharp as if cracking: "Steward, please intercede for me!

I am of the Zheng Family, every year we auction a large amount of rare spirit plants at your esteemed house, you cannot watch me die just like this!"

The Zheng Family is also a spirit plant clan of Qinglong Donglu.

In terms of strength, they are slightly inferior to the Mu Family.

Even so, they still rank among the notable in the entire Four Directions Star Domain.

This Miss Zheng, usually relying on her family background, walked sideways through the Auction House.

Not to mention loose cultivators, even disciples of ordinary clans, upon seeing her, had to detour.

Now no longer arrogant, instead kneeling on the ground with tears and snot flowing.

Nangong He looked down at her, his gaze without any fluctuation: "Misfortune comes from the mouth."

Miss Zheng's hand instantly froze in mid-air.

She turned her head, looking toward those who once flattered her in every way, with a pleading look.

Yet discovered, now one and all, they all deliberately averted their gazes.

A few people even retreated several steps, afraid of being associated with this woman in the slightest.

Miss Zheng's lips moved a few times, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately no sound came out.

The young cultivator was the most decisive, choosing to flee.

Escape light rose from the ground, rushing toward the distance at full speed.

So fast that even the few companions beside him had no time to react.

Someone recognized this person's identity, a branch family disciple of a minor clan.

Himself possessing no strength to speak of, able to get by in the Auction House relying entirely on a silver tongue.

He had no family to burden him, nor any face to preserve.

Plus he did not want to die.

Therefore, fleeing was the only choice.

"A bunch of fools!"

"Even if this person's origins are not simple, so what?"

"A bunch of locals, can they still let an outsider bully them?"

This person ran while cursing continuously.

A guard seeing this, couldn't help but speak: "That fellow ran away!"

However, Nangong He merely shook his head: "He won't escape."

Just as he finished speaking, that person's figure in the distance stiffened, then fell from mid-air.

The Golden Core in his body inexplicably developed crack after crack.

Before hitting the ground, both man and Golden Core together exploded into a cloud of blood mist!