Chapter 65: Flying Silver Ray
"Ye Yang from the clerk hall, I'm here to meet the headmaster."

Seeing this person, Ye Yang was also shocked.

That’s right, the person in front of him is Gu Xuan, the leader of the Feitian Sect.

This person's life was quite legendary. He started practicing at the age of thirty, but had not yet awakened his true nature. He reached the third level of Qigong at the age of fifty, and broke through to the ninth level at the age of eighty-eight, cultivating a breath of innate purple Qi.

Everyone thought that this person would never be able to break through to the warrior realm.

However, at the age of 92, he broke through to the realm of a warrior.

After that, he made great progress every few years, and now at the age of 177, he has become a martial artist who has reached the eighth level of Jade Liquid realm.

It can be said to be a model of late bloomer.

"Ye Yang."

Gu Xuan pondered for a moment.

"Ye Hu is your father?"

Ye Yang nodded: "It's my late father."

"You are indeed a son of a general. Your father died in battle for the clan. He was a hero. You are working in the Ministry of Personnel. You can do your best for the clan. You should devote yourself to it."

Ye Yang complained in his heart, "Whoever wants to die can die, just don't involve me."

I immediately felt that it was wrong. How could a young man like me express such negative things to others?

Under Gu Xuan's gaze, his eyes became hot and firm again. Like other young people, he had a passion and indomitable spirit for the sect, just like the rising sun.

"Be loyal to the sect, fulfill your duties to the sect, and fight for the sect your whole life!"

"Good! Good! As expected of Ye Hu's son, he's got guts!

There was a hint of appreciation in Gu Xuan's eyes.

Long Gang on the side cursed in his heart: "An old fox, a flatterer."

Just hearing the three words "Lishitang", Long Gang turned around and looked at Ye Yang in surprise, then he saw that Ye Yang looked familiar, and then he remembered that the man dressed in the clothes of a sect disciple was actually the guard in his caravan.

More cold sweat broke out on his face.

Thinking about what he had done along the way, and how all of it was under the sect's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a dark cloud in his heart.

Long Gang cursed inwardly: "This official department is really a scoundrel. They do things secretly and didn't even tell me in advance about the inspection. Otherwise, I would have to act properly!"

Thinking this in his heart, Long Gang knew that his actions along the way might have already been reported to the Ministry of Personnel.

Rack your brains to find a remedy.

He gave Ye Yang a kind and flattering smile.

There are hundreds of Feitian Sect disciples and deacons, but only about twenty Dharma protectors.

Anyone who can become the protector of the trade routes is certainly not an ordinary person.

Ye Yang also responded with a smile, and never showed it on the surface, so that Long Gang would notice anything different.

Gu Xuanru is just an ordinary old man.

He stood up.

"Long Gang, you go out first."

Long Gang nodded and walked out of the door, leaving Ye Yang alone in the room.

Ye Yang secretly guessed what Gu Xuan's purpose was in keeping him here, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

Gu Xuan was sitting and Ye Yang was standing. Gu Xuan was sitting on a chair and Ye Yang quickly poured him a cup of hot tea.

Gu Xuan felt that this young man was quite capable and had some insight. He pondered for a moment and took a sip of tea.

"You are practicing the Toad Moon Method?"

Ye Yang quickly said, "I am practicing the Qi of the Goddess, and I have reached the eighth level of Qigong."

"Yes, you have reached the eighth level of Tongqi at such a young age. You are much stronger than I was back then."

When Gu Xuan reached the eighth level of Tongqi, he was already an old man in his eighties.

Ye Yang didn't know how to respond to this. As the head of the sect, Gu Xuan had heard too many flattering words. If he flattered him and said:

"Master, you have accumulated a lot of experience. Everyone knows that you broke through to the warrior realm at the age of 108, and then made rapid progress every few years." Maybe this will have the opposite effect.

So he didn't say anything, and simply established an image of being quiet, not talking nonsense, and being honest and reliable, and just poured tea and water.

A Taoist immortal once said how young people can stand out in front of high-level monks and establish connections with them.

Answer: Just serve tea and water, don’t try to fit in because you don’t have the capital.

Gu Xuan looked at Ye Yang with even greater satisfaction.

As if he had thought of something, Gu Xuan spoke as he looked at Ye Yang's busy figure.

"I was not in the sect when your father died in battle. Later I heard that he fought to the death, led the troops by example, and promoted the prestige of our sect. He was truly a role model."

"I hope you can be as heroic as your father and bring glory to our Feitian family!"

"As it should be!"

"Good! I see that you have broken through to the eighth level of ventilation. I just refined this pill some time ago and I will give it to you today. I hope you can keep up the good work!"

After saying that, he stuffed a wooden bottle into Ye Yang's hand. Coincidentally, at this moment, the bell outside rang.

“It’s this pill!”

Ye Yang was shocked. His hard work today was worth it. Before he could take a closer look, Gu Xuan spoke:
“The filming of the Flying Silver Ray is about to begin!”

Then he couldn't wait to walk out the door.

Ye Yang followed closely behind.

Outside the door, Long Gang didn't dare to go away, waiting for Ting Xuan.

Gu Xuan glanced at Long Gang and snorted coldly.

"Don't go, just wait here for me to come back."

Long Gang nodded and could only retreat helplessly.

The venue of the Jiutian Auction was very large, and Ye Yang saw that there were many bidders.

Some of them are bald monks with a circle of fist-sized Buddhist beads hanging around their necks.

Some of them covered their faces with cloaks, leaving only two green eyes visible.

Others wore colorful animal skins and let their hair down, dressed like barbarians.

There are even more mysterious monks who use special magic to cover their faces, so their faces cannot be seen clearly.

……

a quarter of an hour later

A beautiful female cultivator with a hot body slowly walked up to the front desk of the auction hall. This beautiful female cultivator had fair skin, a curvy figure, and a rosy face. She bowed to the audience.

She said in a soft voice: "My name is Mei Tao. I should be familiar to all my friends. I will host this auction. Thank you for your support."

"I see that you have been preparing for a long time, so I won't bother you any more. Let's start now!"

After introducing herself, Mei Tao stopped talking nonsense. She used a special magic tool to knock heavily on the table, and a clear sound was heard immediately.

As soon as she clapped her hands, a beautiful maid with a pair of long white legs came up to the stage carrying a tray.

Mei Tao lifted the red cloth, and on the antique wooden tray was a fist-sized silver-white ore.

The mineral is shaped like a walnut, similar to the human brain, and is divided into left and right halves.

"A medium-quality second-grade beast brain stone is the first choice for cultivating the spiritual power of a magical instrument. This beast brain stone weighs eight pounds and four cents, and is three inches and six cents tall. Today's starting price is three hundred spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than twenty spirit stones."

Mei Tao's tone is sweet and very seductive.

"Three hundred and twenty-five spiritual stones!"

A cultivator noticed the value of this animal brain stone and immediately bid for it.

A weapon above the level of a thousand-forged elite weapon is a magic weapon, a weapon above the level of a magic weapon is a spiritual weapon, and a weapon above the level of a spiritual weapon is a meridian-suppressing treasure.

The difference between a magic weapon and a spiritual weapon is that a spiritual weapon must have a bit of spirituality and be able to become one with the practitioner, making it easier to use and as easy as using one's own arm.

(End of this chapter)