Chapter 684: Heavenly Fire Pursuit

He Pingsheng was no exception; his spiritual sense also swept into the silver bottle.

The silver bottle was a specially crafted container designed to hold the origin of time.

This container not only stored the origin of time but was also a miniature space, its interior measuring dozens of zhang in size.

The piece of time origin inside was over a zhang in size, its layers of time Dao principles flowing outward, vast and overwhelming.

Inside the bottle, there was a peculiar sensation.

Though his spiritual sense had only existed within for a single breath, it felt as though eons had passed.

"Huh…" He Pingsheng retracted his spiritual sense and drew a deep breath. "This is the power of time?"

"So powerful!"

Huh…

After continuing to breathe for some time, He Pingsheng finally emerged from the daze induced by the time energy.

Of course, the others were much the same.

Yet the more this happened, the more it proved the strength of the time Dao principle.

"Mo Sang, I have three pieces of sixth-rank fire origin!" Someone had already bid first.

He tossed a specially crafted jar directly before Mo Sang.

"I I I…"

"I have here a…"

"This treasure was excavated from an ancient ruin!"

"I have here a damaged Celestial Treasure…"

In an instant, forty to fifty people bid simultaneously.

He Pingsheng thought for a moment, then pulled out an item.

It was a sword.

Name: Long Xiao Sword.

Originally, He Pingsheng had obtained an ordinary 【Magic Treasure】 flying sword from someone's storage ring, then placed it in the Treasure Gathering Basin, strengthening it into a 【Long Xiao Sword】 and a 【Fei Xue Sword】.

Both seemed to be top-grade Magic Treasures.

He had given the Fei Xue Sword to Qiao Huizhu.

The Long Xiao Sword, he kept by his side.

As a Magic Treasure, He Pingsheng rarely used it himself, so he waved his hand and sent the long sword before Mo Sang.

"One top-grade Magic Treasure: Long Xiao Sword, with twenty-four layers of sealing."

Shhh…

At these words, nearly everyone's gaze turned to He Pingsheng.

Magic Treasures were already exceedingly rare in the Spirit Realm, let alone top-grade ones.

Generally, Magic Treasures were sixth-rank, used by Void Refinement cultivators.

In reality, very few Void Refinement cultivators possessed a Magic Treasure.

When He Pingsheng once presented a top-grade Ancient Treasure: Nan Ming Fang Tian Ji to the Void Refinement powerhouse guarding the entrance to the 【Yinming Emperor Palace】, he received a token granting entry.

One can imagine how much most Void Refinement cultivators valued Ancient Treasures.

Thus, it follows that over ninety percent of Body Integration cultivators used nothing more than 【Magic Treasures】.

A top-grade Magic Treasure was a treasure that could stir the heart of even a Body Integration cultivator.

Indeed, after He Pingsheng's bid, no one else bid.

Few possessed anything of greater value than his top-grade Magic Treasure, Long Xiao Sword.

Without something surpassing He Pingsheng's offering, any bid would be meaningless.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Mo Sang soon smiled at the crowd. "If no one else bids, the guild will make its decision!"

"Anyone?"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Very well," Mo Sang said. "Since no one else bids, this auction is concluded… Please wait a moment—I must consult with the Elders behind."

It had already been agreed: if the guild was unsatisfied with all bids, it could refuse the transaction.

Thus, though He Pingsheng's bid appeared highest, it was not guaranteed to succeed.

The hall erupted in murmurs.

After nearly half a stick of incense had burned, Mo Sang reappeared.

He did not announce whether the deal was sealed, but looked at He Pingsheng and said: "Esteemed cultivator, could you step aside? The Elder Council wishes to speak with you."

Clearly, the price still did not satisfy the Elders.

They wished to negotiate further.

Let them negotiate.

He Pingsheng stood. "Very well…"

He took Xihu True Person by the arm and followed Mo Sang into the back.

The hall erupted again in speculation.

"Oh, by the way…" Mo Sang glanced back at the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, today's auction is concluded. You may leave now…"

…

Whoosh…

In the hall, thousands rose slowly and drifted toward the exit.

A young man in black Dao robes, with snow-white hair, also stood.

"Boss…"

Beside the white-haired youth was a woman in red robes, her face eager and subservient. "Now…"

"Don't make a sound," the white-haired youth said. "Leave first, then speak."

He departed first.

The red-robed woman followed, and behind her came two men in blue Dao robes.

Together, the four exited the guild and stepped onto the road outside.

With the crowd thick nearby, they did not stand out, yet their cultivation levels drew glances from passersby.

The white-haired youth's cultivation was Void Refinement Level Eleven.

The other three were all Void Refinement cultivators, ranging from Level Five to Eight.

"Number Four, stay behind—track his aura and movements!"

"After finally spotting him, we cannot let him escape under any circumstances!"

The white-haired youth fixed his gaze on a blue-robed elder.

The elder, at Void Refinement Level Five, bowed. "Yes…"

"Go!" The white-haired youth, the red-robed woman, and the other blue-robed man left the guild entrance.

They did not go far, but entered a private booth at a nearby spirit tea house!

The white-haired man's spiritual sense continuously swept the guild's entrance.

Simultaneously, he pulled out a red needle, flicked it lightly, and let it hover in midair.

The red needle was no ordinary device—it was a tool capable of detecting spatial fluctuations, measuring their direction and distance, aiding in tracking those who teleported away.

"Last time, Bing Yi's true body came to hunt him, yet he turned the tables and killed her. At that time, he was only Nascent Soul Level Six."

"At Nascent Soul Level Six, he slew a Void Refinement Level One!"

"Thus, He Pingsheng is no ordinary man."

"When we catch him, everyone must be fully alert!"

"Yes!" The red-robed woman and the other bowed.

Then the woman added: "His cultivation growth is terrifyingly fast."

"One hundred and fifty-four years ago, he was merely Nascent Soul Level Twelve."

"Sixty-two years ago, he advanced to Nascent Soul Level Six."

"Now, another sixty-two years later, his cultivation has reached Nascent Soul Level Ten."

"An extraordinary talent!"

"Nonsense!" the white-haired youth said. "If he were merely an ordinary person, would Tian Jinpeng, the Divine Emperor, be haunted by him like a thorn in his side?"