"Twenty-one thousand!"

"Twenty-two thousand!"

"How come another bidder has emerged?"

"Who is he?"

"I don't know."

"He looks like a mundane mortal, how would I know him?"

"Hmm? A mere worldly warrior dares to meddle in the auction of the Immortal Families. What audacity!"

Apart from Shuro, there were only five young cultivators left, their gazes filled with hostility.

Shuro paid no heed to them; his attention was solely on Faithe.

When he bid "Twenty thousand Yin coins," Faithe remained unresponsive, lost in confusion as she gazed ahead. The more this persisted, the more Shuro's heart ached. His hatred towards John and the Solitary Moon Mountain had reached an unbearable level.

"Twenty-one thousand!"

"Twenty-two thousand one!"

"Twenty-three thousand!"

By the time the price reached twenty-five thousand, three more bidders withdrew.

At twenty-eight thousand, another person backed out, leaving only Shuro and a young cultivator dressed in splendid attire, surrounded by a retinue, with servants offering exquisite food and wine—a clear indication of his high status.

"It's Diego from the Kunting Mountain. Look, that's what you call style."

"The Seven Sects of the Southern Heaven, the Ten Young Masters. I heard that Diego is not yet twenty, but he's already at the Fourth Stage of the Foundation, with great potential. He recently surpassed Hua Xin from the Void Mountain Sect and entered the ranks of the Ten Young Masters."

"Indeed, his competitors are also quite young, around fifteen or sixteen."

"Are you joking? How can a mere mortal compare with Diego?"

The crowd gathered in front of the Seven Treasures Pavilion was already substantial. A fiercely competitive auction had drawn more than half of the guests in the inner hall. All eyes were on Shuro and Diego, waiting for the final outcome.

"By the way, do you really have so much money? Even I, a young noble, only brought thirty thousand Yin coins for this trip," a nobleman who had been joking with his maid turned his head and looked at Shuro casually. "Thirty thousand Yin coins, converted into your mundane currency, is worth about three hundred thousand gold ingots, enough to cover the taxes of a small county for two months."

As his words fell, the crowd began to discuss again. The auction hadn't even ended, yet Diego had already revealed his background, which seemed unreasonable.

But not long after, doubts arose among the crowd. Thirty thousand Yin coins was indeed a large sum for ordinary young cultivators. Even Diego from Kunting Mountain only brought thirty thousand Yin coins for this trip. Unless they were as wealthy as the Ning family, how could any disciple have so much money at their disposal?

The young man opposite, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and being a mundane martial artist, how could he have so much money?

Upon hearing the revelation of the opponent's background, Shuro breathed a sigh of relief. Sun Zhongyuan and the other independent cultivators also smiled. They had just enough to gather thirty thousand Yin coins, and now it was Shuro's turn to bid.

"Twenty-eight thousand one, twenty-eight thousand two..."

"Thirty thousand!" Shuro called out, at the same time, the martial cultivator lifted a large pouch, throwing it heavily onto the ground, filled with gleaming Yin coins, enough to make up the sum of thirty thousand.

A clamor erupted as it turned out this mundane young man did indeed carry thirty thousand Yin coins. Those with keen eyes like Qin Jiatiān began to scrutinize the Solitary Moon Mountain disciple and Sun Zhongyuan, their expressions revealing deep thought.

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Diego pushed aside the female servant in front of him, clapping his hands with a smile as he looked at Shuro, "A generous bid. This martial cultivator brother seems to have quite a background. I wonder, did you discreetly bring so much wealth from home? Do your elders know? Regardless, that female warrior is mine, Diego."

As he spoke, a sharp qi surged from Diego's body, causing the bells and cauldrons on the hall's ceiling to hum and resonate, pressing down on Shuro like a blade.

"It's Qi Suppression!" Red Melody frowned.

"No wonder he could defeat Hua Xin. To comprehend the first level of Qi Suppression at such a young age. If the rumors are true, this young man's understanding and realization of the Foundation Stage must be astonishing. Such a person, once entering the realm of the Immortal Path, will advance unstoppably," the middle-aged female cultivator sighed softly, her eyes showing a hint of disdain.

To resort to Qi Suppression to oppress a mundane martial artist in order to vie for a female warrior, and the opponent was even younger than him... Such behavior could undoubtedly be described as shameless. However, most of the Immortal Sect disciples present seemed to regard it as a matter of course, with only a few showing embarrassment.

Neither Shuro nor Sun Zhongyuan and the Solitary Moon Mountain disciple had anticipated that Diego would stoop so low.

Before Sun Zhongyuan and the Solitary Moon Mountain disciple could react, the Qi Suppression descended, instantly engulfing Shuro.

His vision blurred momentarily, and Shuro suddenly saw a giant blade, as vast as the heavens, descending upon him. Wind and clouds churned, each breath becoming a blade qi slashing from all directions!

This kind of aura would likely scare ordinary people witless with just a glance, let alone resist it.

Boom!

As the Qi Suppression descended, Shuro's meridians trembled violently! It felt as if ten thousand unseen blades were pressing down on his head, the blade qi gathering into wind and clouds, with a force like a thousand catties pounding down, seemingly intent on crushing him to pieces!

Beneath his robes, Shuro's knees creaked, his muscles trembling slightly, and intense pain surged through his internal organs. Yet, outwardly, Shuro remained calm.

Diego's method was, in essence, quite simple. By suddenly releasing Qi Suppression, he invisibly oppressed Shuro, causing him to embarrass himself in public and give up competing for Faithe.

In Warden City, where the strong were respected, his actions were beyond reproach.

It wasn't until this moment that Shuro truly realized the real gap between himself and those top-tier Immortal Sect disciples. With his strength, killing a Third-Stage Foundation and a half-step loose cultivator was as easy as turning over his hand. Even when facing a loose cultivator, he couldn't be defeated in a single move! Killing Apollo, defeating Leo, that was the best proof.

However, facing Diego, who was also not yet twenty, Shuro hadn't even made a move before being trapped. If it weren't for his flesh having been tempered by the Nine Deaths to Reborn Technique, possessing a toughness different from ordinary people, he would have been humiliated on the spot.

Seeing Shuro's reaction, a hint of surprise flashed in Diego's eyes!

When he saw the last remaining competitor was just a mundane martial artist, he knew he had won this auction. Compared to mundane martial artists, he, as a seedling selected into an Immortal Sect from a young age, held an incomparable status. Over time, he had forgotten his own background. Every time he saw a mundane martial artist, it was as if he was looking at an ant in the mud.

But this ant, unexpectedly, remained unmoved in his Qi Suppression... Hmph, let's see how long you can hold out! Cold light gleamed in Diego's eyes.

Sun Zhongyuan and the Solitary Moon Mountain disciple were in a state of anxiety. If the Qi Suppression had not yet been activated, they could still block for Shuro. Now that the Qi Suppression had enveloped Shuro, if they wanted to sever it, they could only use martial techniques. However, the Windrise Hall had regulations; private fights were not allowed, and violators faced immediate execution! And such covert releases of aura or killing intent were not within the scope of sanctions.

The Qi Suppression grew heavier.

Just as Shuro's skin reddened, and his internal organs were on the verge of collapse, suddenly, a roar sounded in his ears.

Like two immense rivers roaring and rushing, one ahead and one behind.

In front, the Conception Vessel, blood and qi akin to ocean waves, surging towards the Lower Dantian. Behind, the Governing Vessel, true qi akin to a great river, flowing towards the Lower Dantian.

This influx of blood and qi occurred on the day of the Great Medicine Formation in Shuro's body, drawn from various hidden corners and acupoints. As his cultivation deepened, the power of blood and qi increased day by day, often erupting during his battles with others, instantly boosting his strength several times over.

And that true qi, obtained from cultivating the Nine Deaths to Reborn Technique, was pure and flawless. On the day the true qi was generated, the innate water and fire suddenly disappeared, adding a hint of mystery to this true qi.

Whether blood and qi, their existence was inseparable from the Nine Deaths to Reborn Technique.

This time, as the blood entered the Conception Vessel and the true qi entered the Governing Vessel, they simultaneously erupted with a formidable force, actually forcing open the Ren and Du meridians!

Diego, Sun Zhongyuan, and other loose cultivators, including the Solitary Moon Mountain female cultivator who had been observing from the sidelines, all showed astonished expressions.

Before the Seven Treasures Pavilion, the youth bearing the heavy pressure of the Qi Suppression flashed a glint in his eyes.

What was inexplicable was that the two glints were one water and one fire, one yin and one yang! When emitted from the right eye, it resembled the cold light under the moon, clear and chilly. When emitted from the left eye, it was like the blazing sun, scorching and devouring.

The glints in the eyes were actually signs of the true qi condensing to a certain degree within the body, only manifesting in one state.

But Shuro's eyes displayed two completely opposite images.

Neither Sun Zhongyuan, who had been in the southern martial arts world for more than three hundred years, nor the loose cultivators, nor the middle-aged female cultivator from the Solitary Moon Mountain, had encountered such a strange occurrence.

Just then, Shuro's body trembled, and blood and qi surged out simultaneously. The surrounding air cracked inch by inch, revealing a gap. Shuro secretly used his water technique, transforming into water shadows, moving like an eel, sliding out of the Qi Suppression.

Diego's eyes widened, unable to remain calm at the scene. Since comprehending the Qi Suppression, this was the first time he had failed!

What he didn't know was that his Qi Suppression not only failed to take effect, but also triggered the blood and qi in Shuro's body, turning the tables and tearing open the Ren and Du meridians, exposing the seven chakras that Shuro had been tirelessly searching for!

"The Conception Vessel governs blood and qi, the sea of yin meridians; the Governing Vessel governs true qi, the sea of yang meridians. Perhaps because the blood and qi mobilized by the Nine Deaths to Reborn Technique were too powerful, they clashed with true qi, which concealed the seven chakras," Shuro thought. At the same time, his understanding of the Nine Deaths to Reborn Technique increased once again.

With the appearance of the seven chakras, Shuro could continue the cultivation that had been stagnant for more than a day. As his understanding of the Nine Deaths to Reborn Technique and his own condition deepened, a crazy idea gradually formed in Shuro's mind.

Among the three major cultivation systems, those who cultivate the myriad qi cultivate the Huang Ting Secret Realm in the Lower Dantian, refining true qi.

Those who cultivate the physical body break through the Lingtai Secret Realm in the Middle Dantian, refining blood and qi.

And due to the influence of the Nine Deaths to Reborn Technique, the true qi and blood and qi in Shuro's body reached an extremely rare state of balance at this moment.

Before Shuro's eyes, it was no longer just a single path of cultivation. With two major cultivation systems, two completely different paths of cultivation, he embarked on both thresholds at the same time.

"Good, good, good. I didn't expect to find such a remarkable figure in the mundane world. May I know the esteemed name of this brother?" Diego clapped his hands, asking with a half-smile.

Shuro rolled his eyes and turned to the gray-robed figure on the auction stage. "Thirty thousand Yin coins. Can we start counting?"

Seeing this, Diego's expression darkened.