In the chaos, no one noticed that two young men wearing ordinary monk clothes took the opportunity to blend into the crowd who were preparing to activate the teleportation array.
"This guy is really capable of making trouble." Ye Feng looked at Xiong Ba who was killing everyone and nodded with satisfaction.
"Where are we going?" Xiao Wuhen asked.
"Go to the "Tianji City"." A glimmer of light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, "One of the most important formation centers in the Holy Land's 'All Souls Return to One God Refining Formation' is right there. We can no longer defend passively, we must take the initiative Attack at the root and destroy it from the root!"
"Tianxuan City?" Xiao Wuhen's expression changed slightly, "That is... the most important chess piece laid by the Holy Land in Zhongzhou."
As he spoke, the light from the teleportation array soared into the sky.
The two figures instantly disappeared into the light.
Almost at the same time they left.
Millions of miles away from Taixuan City, deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southwest, is the Tianmo Sect’s main altar.
The leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect and several supreme elders were looking at the people in front of them with livid faces.
There, a silver-haired young man with a halo of moonlight all over his body was standing there in a state of embarrassment. His handsome and demonic face was filled with shock, rage, and lingering... humiliation.
Under his feet, the "All Souls Guide" compass was emitting a faint light, and the pointer pointed unswervingly at a... thousand-year-old pit dug by him three feet in front of him.
"Yue Wuxin!" The leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a skinny old man, spoke with a solemn voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, "If you don't give me an explanation today, I will let you stay here forever and serve as a token in our latrine!"
Yue Wuxin's face turned blue and purple, purple and black.
He stared at the compass in his hand, his pale golden eyes burning with enough rage to burn the world.
He finally realized that he had been tricked!
He was fooled around by that bumpkin from the Eastern Region who was like an ant in his eyes!
"Ye——Wind——"
A roar filled with endless killing intent resounded throughout the entire Heavenly Demon Sect.
……
Three days later.
In the hinterland of Zhongzhou, Tianxuan City.
As one of the most prosperous and core giant cities in Zhongzhou, Tianxuan City’s style and grandeur are far beyond those of Taixuan City.
The entire city is suspended above the sea of clouds, consisting of nine huge floating islands connected by a mysterious formation. Between the islands, there are waterfalls and springs, flying cranes, and palaces and pavilions. This is where Zhongzhou Tianxuan Sect is located.
It is also a holy place, one of the sharpest fangs placed in Zhongzhou.
In the east of the city, in an inconspicuous teleportation hall, light flashed, and the figures of Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen appeared on the teleportation array.
"What are your plans?" Xiao Wuhen shook his fan and looked at the bustling scene around him.
"Find a place to stay first." Ye Feng said.
The two of them found a secluded inn to stay in the city.
In the inn room, Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, reminiscing about the sense of power brought about by the late stage of becoming a god. He had only refined less than 70% of the energy of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Liquid, and the rest was deposited in the depths of the Qi Sea, and it would take time to slowly digest it.
"Tsk, I'm still too poor." Ye Feng sighed, feeling the half-refined pile of heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the storage ring, with a look of unfinished content on his face.
Xiao Wuhen on the side was wiping his landscape folding fan. When he heard this, his hand movements stopped and the corners of his eyes twitched: "You emptied a late Mahayana monk's thousands of years of wealth, and also killed people, and now you tell me you are poor?"
"Those things are not enough to see." Ye Feng said plausibly, "Upgrading the flying sword, tempering the body, and setting up a large formation, what is not a gold-swallowing giant beast? I have always had high requirements for training resources."
Xiao Wuhen was too lazy to argue with him on this, and changed the topic: "What are your plans for Tianxuan City? The protective power here is better than Tai Tai Xuancheng is more than ten times stronger. It is said that the master of Tianxuan Sect is already in the early stage of transcending the tribulation. It is not that easy for us to do anything here."
"I know." Ye Feng opened his eyes, and a star flashed in his eyes. "So, our first step is to find out where the center of the "All Souls Return to One God Refining Formation" is hidden in Tianxuan City."
"Tianxuan Sect must guard these core secrets like an iron barrel. How can we check?"
"The mountain man has his own clever plan." Ye Feng smiled mysteriously and jumped off the bed, "Come on, Brother Xiao, I'll treat you to tea."
"Tea?" Xiao Wuhen looked at him suspiciously.
"Of course it is the best tea in Tianxuan City."
Half an hour later, the private room on the third floor of Tianxuan City's most prestigious "Wen Dao Building".
This place is close to the window, overlooking the rolling sea of clouds below, and overlooking the fairy mountain pavilions. From time to time, spiritual cranes fly by, leaving a string of clear and clear calls. The tea is the top-grade "Yunding Immortal Mist". One pot requires thousands of high-grade spiritual stones. One sip will make you feel refreshed.
Ye Feng was like a rich man who had never seen the world. He marveled at the scenery outside the window and yelled at the price of the tea, which attracted several luxuriously dressed monks sitting next to him to frequently cast disdainful glances.
Xiao Wuhen sat opposite him, sipping tea elegantly, wishing he could write "I don't know him" on his face.
"Brother Xiao, do you think there is any place in the world where you can buy any news with just money?" Ye Feng suddenly asked in a lowered voice.
Xiao Wuhen felt something in his heart and knew that the real drama was coming. He put down the tea cup and said calmly: "Yes. Tianxuan City, Tianji Tower."
"Tianji Tower?"
"There is a huge intelligence organization all over Zhongzhou. It is rumored that there are more than one top power behind it. The principle they believe in is that 'everything has a price'. As long as you can afford the price, they dare to check the color of the Holy Lord's underwear." When Xiao Wuhen said this, his tone was solemn, "Of course, the price is also sky-high."
"It's easy to talk about money." Ye Feng touched the storage ring on his hand with a proud look on his face.
"The rules of Tianji Tower are very strange." Xiao Wuhen shook his fan, "They don't collect spirit stones directly. If you want to buy information, you must exchange it for rare treasures of equal value, or you have to help them complete a task."
Ye Feng's eyes lit up: "Is there such a good thing? Let's go and see."
The two left Wendao Tower, walked around the city, and finally came to the depths of an inconspicuous alley. At the end of the alley is an ordinary-looking calligraphy and painting shop.
In the shop, a drowsy accounting clerk was lying on the counter and taking a nap.
Ye Feng stepped forward and knocked on the counter.
"Sir, do you want to buy a painting or a book?" The accountant raised his head with sleepy eyes.
"I buy news." Ye Feng got straight to the point.
The accountant's eyes suddenly became clear. He looked at Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen up and down: "What news do you want, what price do you want."
"I want to know where the central formation of the 'All Souls Gathering into One God Refining Formation' arranged by the Holy Land is located in Tianxuan City." Ye Feng said slowly.
As soon as these words came out, the air in the entire shop froze.
The accountant’s pupils shrank suddenly, with a look of shock on his face. He stared at Ye Feng for a long time before squeezing out a few words through his teeth: "Are you... crazy?"
Chasing the core formation of the Holy Land? This is no longer a sign of courage, but a sign of disdain for one's own longevity.
"Just tell me, what is the value of this news?" Ye Feng remained unmoved.
The accountant took a deep breath and sat up straight again. The laziness on his face was replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. "The Tianji Tower has this news. But its value has gone beyond the scope of ordinary treasures. If you want to know, there is only one way."
"Tell me."
"Complete a "sky"-level task." Mr. Accountant said word by word.
"Tianzi level?" Xiao Wuhen's brows also wrinkled. He knew that the tasks of the Tianji Tower were divided into four levels: "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang". The Yellow level was the easiest, while the Tian level was the most difficult. They often involved monks in the tribulation period, and even directly confronted top forces, narrowly escaping death.
"What mission?" Ye Feng was very interested.
The accountant took out a black jade slip from under the counter and handed it over. "In the west of the city, Thunder Fire Hall will hold a grand auction in three days. Your mission is to disrupt this auction."
"Thunder Fire Hall?" Ye Feng took the jade slip and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness.
The message is simple. Lei Huotang is a force that has risen rapidly in Tianxuan City in the past hundred years. It acts domineeringly and has a cruel style, and there seems to be the shadow of the devil behind it. They have seized several properties of Tianji Tower in the west of the city. This auction was held directly on the former site of Tianji Tower. The provocative meaning is self-evident.
It was not convenient for Tianji Tower to take action himself, so he wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone.
"Is it that simple? Just ruining an auction?" Ye Feng was a little surprised.
"Simple?" Mr. Accountant sneered, "Huo Zhenshan, the master of the Thunder Fire Hall, is a half-step master of tribulation. He has a bad temper and must retaliate. His only son Huo Tiandu is even more of a lawless dandy. For this auction, they have invited all forces in the city and are heavily guarded. It is said that there is a grand finale. Heavy treasure. If you dare to cause trouble, it's a question whether you can get out of the auction house alive."
"It sounds a bit challenging." Ye Feng touched his chin, but instead of showing fear, there was an excited smile on his face, "We have accepted this task."
The accountant took a deep look at him and nodded: "In three days, the auction will end. No matter what the result is, someone from Tianji Tower will contact you. This is the voucher."
He handed over an inconspicuous iron plate.
Ye Feng put away the iron plaque and jade slips, took Xiao Wuhen with him, and turned around to leave.
It wasn’t until the two men’s backs disappeared at the entrance of the alley that the accountant slowly exhaled, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He murmured to himself: "Check the Holy Land Formation... What are the backgrounds of these two guys?"
Back at the inn, Xiao Wuhen finally couldn't help it anymore: "Are you crazy? You want to take on this kind of mission for a piece of news? Leihuo Tang is also a gangster in Tianxuan City. It's not a wise move for us to confront them when we first arrive."
"Wealth can be found in danger." Ye Fenghun waved his hand nonchalantly, "Besides, do you think that even if we don't look for trouble, trouble won't come to us?"
He threw the jade slip to Xiao Wuhen.
After Xiao Wuhen finished reading, his expression changed slightly: "Behind the Thunder Fire Hall, is there the shadow of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"
"It's almost the same." Ye Feng sneered, "I sent Yue Wuxin to the Tianmo Sect's hut. The Holy Land and the Tianmo Sect must be in a quarrel now. The Thunder Fire Hall is provoking Tianji Tower at this time, and I am afraid that they are also following orders from above to muddy the waters of Tianxuan City."
Xiao Wuhen mused: "You mean, they want to take the opportunity to test Tianxuan City. And the reaction of the Holy Land?"
"More than that." Ye Feng's eyes flashed, "I guess their real purpose is to attract some forces hiding in the dark that are dissatisfied with the Holy Land. Aren't we two ready-made 'fish'?"
"Then what are you going to do? Go in directly?"
"It's boring to fight in." Ye Feng grinned, the smile was full of the familiar sinister flavor that made Xiao Wuhen's eyelids jump. "We are civilized people and must use civilized means. Aren't they going to auction? Then we Let's be "sincere" buyers."
As he said that, he took out a lot of magic weapons and materials from Li Xuanyi's treasure house that had not yet been refined. For a moment, the whole room was filled with precious light, making people unable to open their eyes.
"Brother Xiao, do me a favor. Take these things to the black market in the city and exchange them for spiritual stones. Remember, look for the blackest kind. Don't be afraid of being cheated. The most important thing we lack now is money." Ye Feng had an expression of "I lost but I don't care."
Xiao Wuhen looked at the mountains of treasures, and then at Ye Feng's nouveau riche face. Finally, he couldn't hold it back and hit him on the head with a fan.
"Just do it!"
Three days later, in the west of the city, Baoyuan Pavilion.
This was originally the largest store under the Tianji Tower name, but now, the banner of "Thunder Fire Hall" has been hung.
Today, the place is even more decorated with lanterns and colorful and full of people. The auction held by Thunder Fire Hall attracted a large number of monks from Tianxuan City.
A gorgeous flying boat stopped in front of Baoyuan Pavilion. On the flying boat, a young man wearing a fiery red brocade robe and an arrogant face stepped down. He was the young master of Leihuo Hall, Huo Tiandu.
"Young Master!" The guard at the door immediately greeted him respectfully.
Huo Tiandu said "hmm" in his nose, and without even bothering to look at them, he walked into the most luxurious private room in the auction house surrounded by people.
He is in a good mood today.