Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 476 Intelligence on the Gu God Palace

The air in the hall almost froze.

Celestial-level divine weapons are not uncommon among the major sects, but they don't even have enough to go around, so how could they possibly offer them up?

Not all celestial beings possess a celestial weapon.

Of the dozen or so people present, at least half were using divine weapons of the Immortal level.

It's not that I can't afford it, it's that I can't buy it.

The forging techniques for Celestial Weapons have long been lost in Zhongzhou. The existing Celestial Weapons are all passed down from ancient times, and each one used is one less available.

Xiao Yi looked at the sword, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Although he used a divine weapon, it was of low grade.

This Zhuxian Sword is entirely crimson, with a red glow emanating from its blade and faint flames flowing within it.

These attributes and this rank are practically tailor-made for him.

Xu Tian was already planning how to get his hands on the sword, and he had already come up with three plans.

From the mildest option of "paying a high price" to the most aggressive option of "finding someone to bid on your behalf," each plan takes into account the risks.

Qingyangzi picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He hadn't been this excited about anything for a very, very long time.

The last time was when he met his master a thousand years ago.

Jian Shisan remained expressionless throughout, like he had a facial paralysis.

But he removed his hand from the scabbard.

For a swordsman, this action means that he is interested in the sword.

And I'm very interested in it.

Several rogue cultivators had already begun to whisper among themselves, huddling together and muttering to each other.

"How many spirit stones did you bring?"

"Not many, just tens of thousands of high-quality items."

"You dare to come here with tens of thousands of dollars? This thing costs at least hundreds of thousands."

"It's okay, I'll go back and sell the house."

The atmosphere became subtle.

The air was thick with an atmosphere of "everyone wants to grab it, but no one dares to make a move."

Zhang Yiyuan took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to Lin Chen.

"Young Master Lin is a man of noble character."

Everyone in the hall stood up and bowed, some with their hands clasped, some with their fists clasped, and some with their heads bowed. Their postures varied, but their expressions were all one of admiration.

Lin Chen waved his hand, looking impatient:

"Alright, alright, stop with the formalities. As long as it helps people, that's enough."

Lin Chen paused, then added, "Don't let me find out later that someone is reselling these. I won't allow that."

The crowd responded with a resounding roar.

Zhang Yiyuan straightened up, looked around the hall, and his voice regained its composure.

"The auction is settled."

"The location is Tianyuan Square in the center of Tianyuan City, where a high platform will be built."

"Tianyuan City will be responsible for security, Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce will be responsible for publicity and promotion, and other fellow Daoists will be responsible for contributing their own resources."

Everyone nodded, and no one objected.

"Seven days later, at Chen Shi (7-9 AM), Tianyuan Square."

Zhang Yiyuan's voice deepened, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Everyone, this calamity is more ferocious than that of ten thousand years ago, but I believe that as long as we are united, we will definitely be able to overcome it."

The crowd reacted with varying expressions, and no one dared to respond to such a remark.

Zhang Yiyuan wasn't surprised and chuckled lightly.

"Alright, I won't say any more. Thank you all for your help with the auction."

The group got up to say goodbye and walked out in twos and threes, discussing among themselves as they went.

"I need to find a way to get one of those three Immortal Pills."

"You? With your meager resources, you're in trouble."

"Hmph, mind your own business, I have my own way."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. We'll see who has more money then."

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

Lin Chen didn't leave. He sat in the chair, picked up his teacup and took another sip, his legs still crossed.

Yan Ruyu sat quietly to the side, her white hair hanging over her shoulders, a faint smile on her face, like a lazy cat.

Zhang Yiyuan looked at Lin Chen, knowing that he definitely had something to say.

"Lord Zhang," Lin Chen put down his teacup, "there's something I'd like to ask you."

Zhang Yiyuan nodded: "Please speak, Young Master Lin."

"Gu God Palace".

Zhang Yiyuan's pupils contracted slightly, as if he had been poked by something.

"Why does the young master inquire about the Gu God Palace?"

"It's a personal matter." Lin Chen glanced at Zhang Yiyuan. "Tianyuan City has a long history; surely you know something about the Gu God Temple?"

Zhang Yiyuan was considering, weighing the options, and wondering why Lin Chen had asked this question.

Was it for revenge? Or for profit? Or for something else entirely?

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yiyuan spoke:

"I do know something about the Gu God Palace, and I had some connection with the previous Palace Master."

Zhang Yiyuan's tone carried a hint of nostalgia.

"But the current temple master... I'm not very familiar with him; he's not easy to deal with."

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, intrigued: "What makes him difficult to deal with?"

Zhang Yiyuan thought for a moment and organized his thoughts.

"He is capricious and taciturn. He has lived with wild beasts and worms since childhood, and he has inherited their habits. He looks at people as if they were prey. I..."

Zhang Yiyuan paused for a moment, then continued, "I met him once, and I always felt like I had a thorn in my side, as if he wanted to eat me up."

Lin Chen frowned slightly and chuckled:

"Interesting. City Lord Zhang, please tell me how to enter this Gu God Palace."

Zhang Yiyuan paused for a moment and then said:

"The formation of the Gu God Palace is extremely complex. Anyone who is not from our sect will have a nine-out-of-ten chance of dying if they enter."

"It's not just a matter of nine deaths and one chance," Zhang Yiyuan corrected his wording, "it's a matter of ten deaths and no chance of survival."

"I went in there once back then, and I almost didn't come out."

When I first entered the Celestial Immortal realm, I couldn't tell which way was north, south, east, or west when I entered that place; it was like being in a maze.

Moreover, it's riddled with traps, mechanisms, and poisonous insects; some of them would even kill a celestial being with just one bite.

Lin Chen nodded, stood up, and patted off non-existent dust from his robe.

"Thank you, Lord Zhang."

Zhang Yiyuan stood up and asked, "Is Young Master going to the Gu God Palace?"

Lin Chen smiled, didn't answer, and turned to walk out.

Yan Ruyu followed behind Lin Chen, like a timid wife, without saying a word the whole time.

Zhang Yiyuan watched the two figures disappear through the door, remained silent for a while, and then shook his head.

He recalled his first experience visiting the Temple of the Gu God.

That time, he was trapped in the formation for three days and three nights and almost died there.

Finally, he revealed his identity as the city lord of Tianyuan City, which finally made the people from the Gu God Palace show themselves.

Zhang Yiyuan shook off the thought, picked up his teacup, only to find that the tea had gone cold.

He put down his cup, looked out the window at the sky reflected red by the cracks, and murmured to himself:

"Lin Chen, could you be... the one who made the prophecy?"