Fang Chen had gained a lot from coming out of the mountain range.
He still did not know that he had been targeted by the Taixuan Sect. Since he wanted to know the secret behind the kill order, he naturally had to start with the scholar.
How did he know that he would let him go after seeing the kill order?
What was going on?
Before sunset, Fang Chen came to a nearby city. This city was called Xuanlong City. According to the locals, a true dragon had once appeared in this city, hence the name.
There were very few Devouring Demons in Xuanlong City. One could only meet one occasionally. Most of them were from the subordinate forces of the Taixuan Sect.
"Xuanlong Pavilion."
Fang Chen stopped and raised his head to take a look. There were three bold and forceful words written on the shiny golden signboard.
Vaguely, he heard a dragon's roar in his mind. His Primordial Spirit shook.
"Hmm?"
Fang Chen frowned and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Dear customer, are you here to purchase information?"
Xuanlong Pavilion was a famous information organization in Xuanlong City. It was also one of the overlords in charge of the entire city. They made a living by selling information.
"Yes." Fang Chen nodded.
The elder bowed to him and asked with a smile, "Sir, what kind of information do you want to buy?"
At the same time, the elder invited Fang Chen into a room.
"The Taixuan Sect," Fang Chen said.
Hearing this, the old man's expression changed slightly. However, it quickly returned to normal. Countless people came to Xuan Dragon City every day. Many people would come to Xuan Dragon Pavilion at the first opportunity to inquire about the Supreme Mystery Sect.
However, Xuanlong Pavilion had a rule. Other than the younger generation of disciples, they would not sell any other information about the Taixuan Sect.
After all, Xuanlong Pavilion was also afraid of the Taixuan Sect.
"Name," the elder said.
"The scholar."
He knew from Bai Xiaosheng that the person was called the scholar. He was one of the best of the younger generation in the Taixuan Sect.
"A Saint-level weapon."
Even Saint-level weapons were divided into strong and weak ones.
As for the information on the head disciple of the Taixuan Sect, the old man asked for a high level Saint level weapon. Fang Chen readily agreed. During his time at the Cliff of Death, he had obtained many Saint level weapons, and they were all left behind by the peak experts of the ancient times.
Some of the insides were broken, while others were damaged. They weren't of much use to him.
After passing the Saint-level weapon to the old man, he inspected it. His attitude towards Fang Chen underwent a 180-degree change, because he could tell that this weapon was extraordinary.
To be able to take out such a weapon so easily, it was likely that he was no ordinary person.
"Greetings, esteemed guest. This is all the information you wanted about the scholar." The old man said.
Among the many files, he found the scholar's file.
Fang Chen took the file and prepared to leave.
"Sir, please wait."
The old man called out to Fang Chen. He turned his head and looked puzzled. The old man continued, "Sir, to be able to take out such a Saint-level weapon so casually, you must not be short of money. Coincidentally, our Mysterious Dragon Pavilion is going to hold an auction soon. Sir, are you interested?"
The Mysterious Dragon Pavilion's auction was very famous. The experts of the nearby cities would all come to participate. Even the Devouring Demons would come.
"Auction?"
Fang Chen muttered.
The old man quickly took out a small booklet from his bosom and handed it to Fang Chen. After which, he said, "This is a booklet regarding the auction. The items to be auctioned this time are recorded in detail. Of course, the last three items to be auctioned are not on it."
In every auction, the items for the finale would be fought over crazily. The Mysterious Dragon Pavilion purposely did not reveal them to leave a suspense and attract more people to participate in the auction.
Originally, Fang Chen was not interested in participating. However, when he saw that there were people from the Great Snow Mountain on the invitation list in the booklet, he was somewhat moved.
"When does it start?" Fang Chen asked.
"In three days. It will be held in the Mysterious Dragon Pavilion," the old man said.
Fang Chen nodded and accepted the old man's invitation. "Alright, I will attend in three days."
"Sir, this is my token. You can enter the auction directly with it." The old man took out his token.
Fang Chen thought for a while and suddenly thought of something. He asked, "There should be a VIP room in the auction, right?"
He did not want to expose his identity and did not want the people from the Great Snow Mountain and the Supreme Mystery Sect to recognize him. He wanted to go to a VIP room.
In the past, he had attended countless auctions. He knew that there would usually be VIP rooms in the auction. Some important people were not willing to show their faces easily. These VIP rooms were for their convenience.
"There is, but …" The old man was somewhat embarrassed.
He had invited Fang Chen to participate in the auction because he saw that Fang Chen could casually take out a high-grade Saint-level weapon. He must be a rich man.
If Ye Xiwen could successfully bid in the auction, the old man would be able to get a free reward as the person who recommended him.
However, it was somewhat difficult for him to get a VIP room for Ye Xiwen.
"Why? Is there a problem?" Fang Chen asked.
The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, you may not know, but the VIP rooms in the Mysterious Dragon Pavilion's auction are limited. There are too many important people participating. It is very difficult to enter a VIP room, unless … you have enough wealth."
According to the rules of the Mysterious Dragon Pavilion, wealth was everything. As long as one had enough wealth, they would be qualified to enter a VIP room.
"Huala!"
Fang Chen did not say anything and took out a pile of Saint-level weapons. Although most of them were broken, the smell of blood within them had never dissipated.
The aura caused the old man to retreat continuously, panting heavily.
"So scary."
The old man shook his head forcefully. Thinking of the scene just now, he still felt a lingering fear.
"Are these enough?" Fang Chen asked.
The old man quickly nodded. What kind of joke was this? He had never seen so many Saint-level weapons in his life. At this moment, his attitude toward Fang Chen was like how he treated those important people, full of reverence.
"Of course it is enough. Sir, don't worry. I will prepare a VIP room for you. You can come here directly in three days," the old man said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Alright. I will be there on time in three days." After saying that, Fang Chen turned and left the Mysterious Dragon Pavilion.
"Hu!"
After Fang Chen completely disappeared, the old man heaved a sigh of relief. The pressure from those Saint-level weapons was too strong. Even the old man found it hard to breathe.
"Where exactly did this fellow come from? He is so young, but he already has so many baleful Saint-level weapons."
The old man's eyes darted around, trying to guess Fang Chen's identity.
His intuition told him that this person might be a disciple of some hidden clan or an outstanding talent who had experienced life and death, tempering himself with blood and fire.
The baleful aura contained in those Saint-level weapons was enough to explain everything.