When Xia Pingan passed by the Duke of Zhou's Building, the ruins of the Duke of Zhou's Building had already been cleaned up. A few carriages were parked beside the Duke of Zhou's Building, and a few workers were busy working on the ruins by lighting up lamps.
Xia Pingan did not look at it for long. In the past two days, he had already found someone to sell the land of the Duke of Zhou's Building and received more than 30,000 gold coins. He also compensated the neighbors who had been "implicated" by him. He did not care what the new owner of this place wanted to build here.
After such a big incident, if he still set up a stall here, it would be because he was afraid that the people who wanted his life would not be able to find a place to plot against him. Therefore, he could only sell it.
Thinking about how only two customers and an assassin had come from the beginning to the end of his career plan of being a dream master, Xia Pingan could not help but sigh — this was what it meant to have a plentiful ideal, but reality was harsh. Flowers planted with the intention would not bloom, but willows planted with the intention would grow. Initially, he had not earned any money from his ideal business and had even lost a lot of money. However, the job that he had not expected to earn money from was earning him a lot of money.
"That night, the two of you were very intense..." The iron-masked man, who was walking beside Xia Pingan, looked at the ruins of the Duke of Zhou's Building and said softly.
"Cough cough, can you make it clearer? Don't let the people beside you misunderstand. That night, I almost lost my life..."
The iron-masked man laughed softly under his mask and teased, "So, you came looking for me..."
"Yes, can't I? I was about to lose my life, so why would I care so much? Besides, you originally wanted to give me an explanation..."
Xia Pingan and the iron-masked man chatted as they walked along the street.
The iron-masked man was still wearing his iron mask, so people could not see his face clearly. This behavior might be considered strange in other places, but in this world, in Shang Jing City, the mask on the iron-masked man's face was like a woman's heavy makeup. Not many people cared about it at all. The people they met along the way would at most glance at his face and then look away.
However, there were also many strange people wearing strange clothes in the Tianyuan Bridge Night Market. Just now, a few people with bronze rings on their noses and tattoos on their faces had walked past. Everyone was used to it. Occasionally, they would see one or two people wearing hats made of monster heads and masks made of skulls. It was not too surprising.
There were many strange people in Shang Jing City.
There were many people setting up stalls on the street, and the stalls were all selling realm pearls.
Xia Pingan and the iron masked man walked all the way from the entrance of the market on the Tianyuan Bridge. They saw a lot of stalls. Xia Pingan originally wanted to pick up some scraps, but he realized that after visiting the night market so many times, it was impossible to pick up scraps here.
This was because the realm pearls on those stalls had basically been fused by him.
The precious realm pearls that had not been fused were almost nowhere to be seen on the roadside stalls.
This was the result of growth. At first, one would think that there were realm pearls everywhere and that there were opportunities everywhere. Once one's strength increased and the realm pearls that should be fused were fused, the realm pearls on those stalls would no longer attract one's attention.
If one wanted to obtain those novel and rare realm pearls, they could only find other ways.
Tonight, Xia Pingan came to the King Roc Auction House to participate in the VIP auction. There should be some realm pearls that were not easy to see on the market there.
"By the way, you must have fused with many realm pearls to cultivate to the Seven Sun Realm. Where did you get the money?" Xia Pingan chatted with the iron-masked man as he walked. In Xia Pingan's opinion, the iron-masked man's personality was somewhat aloof and arrogant. He did not have any powerful background or backing. It was simply a miracle that he could cultivate to the Seven Sun Realm.
"Yes, I did fuse with many realm pearls. I spent too much money. I can't even remember how much I spent!" The iron-masked man's tone was a little emotional. "I exchanged the money for realm pearls with Divine Force crystals. I once explored everywhere and found a Divine Force crystal mine in a Void Mystic Realm. That was how I had the resources to advance to the Seven Sun Realm!"
A Divine Force crystal mine?
Xia Pingan glanced at the iron-masked man. He did not expect the iron-masked man to be so lucky.
"Is there anything in the Void Mystic Realm?"
"You haven't entered it before?"
"No!"
"No wonder. The small ones in the Void Mystic Realm might be the size of a village. The big ones might be bigger than several Gold Moon Continents put together. It might even be boundless. There are all kinds of demonic creatures in the Void Mystic Realm. There are also all kinds of people and races. Many clans even live in the Void Mystic Realm!"
"There are clans in the Void Mystic Realm?"
"Yes. You might not be able to fully understand the mysteries of the Void Mystic Realm in your lifetime. Some Void Mystic Realms have a lot of treasures and opportunities!" The iron-masked man suddenly sighed. "Of course, the premise is that you can survive. That time, hundreds of us Summoners entered that Void Secret Realm. Although everyone's strength was not strong, in the end, only three of us survived. I was one of them!"
The two of them chatted along the way. Unknowingly, they arrived at the King Peng Auction House.
After entering the Roc King Auction House, Xia Pingan took out the VIP identity card of the Roc King Auction House. The iron-masked man also took out a VIP identity card. The two of them walked through a special passage and were brought to two adjacent auction rooms.
Everyone who participated in the VIP auction had their own private room. The auction platform was in the middle of a circular stage. On three sides of the stage, there were layers of independent private rooms. It was like a big theater. The people in the private rooms could not see each other. They could only see the items that were being auctioned and the bids of other private rooms.
In such an auction, the absolute privacy of the bidders could be guaranteed.
Xia Pingan wanted to check the situation in other private rooms with his "remote viewing" ability. However, he found that his "remote viewing" ability was completely restricted in the private rooms.
The most amazing thing was that in every private room, there was a merchant that had been summoned to serve the VIPs who had come to participate in the auction. They were responsible for calling out prices.
There were drinks in the private rooms. Therefore, the VIPs could drink the good wine in the private rooms while signaling the businessmen in the private rooms to bid.
Not long after Xia Pingan arrived at the private room, a beauty in a white dress came to the auction platform below. The surrounding lights gathered on the woman, letting people know that the auction had begun.
"Dear VIPs who are participating in the King Peng Auction House, I'm very sorry to inform you that our auction house has just received a notice. From today onwards, the Shang Dynasty will officially launch a Class 1 resource control law. The rare realm beads auctioned by the VIP auction house belong to a Class 1 resource control law and are prohibited from being sold publicly. The winners can only be sold to the Reserve Committee of the Shang Dynasty. Therefore, this VIP auction is the last VIP auction before the implementation of the Class 1 resource control law that the King Peng Auction House has won!"
Hearing this, Xia Pingan was also depressed. He did not expect that he would only be able to enjoy a VIP auction after becoming a VIP of the King Peng Auction House.
It was said that His Majesty the Emperor had returned to Shang Jing City today. The so-called Class 1 resource control law would also be implemented today. Could it be His Majesty the Emperor's intention?
No matter what, Xia Pingan had already felt that the VIPs who came to participate in tonight's VIP auction might bargain very fiercely. This was because he did not know when he would be able to participate in such an auction again.
The atmosphere in the auction hall suddenly became a little restless.
…
At the same time, the Dark Demon, who was holding a black umbrella and holding a half-new briefcase, got off the trackbed bus.
After two days of observation and confirming that he had not been exposed, the Dark Demon finally started to move again.
This bus stop was in a residential area in the south of Shang Jing City. It was already late and there were not many people at the bus stop. The street was also a little deserted. A newspaper boy was still selling today's newspaper. However, the price of the newspaper had already become half price.
The Dark Demon bought a half-price newspaper and sat on a chair at the bus stop. Under the light of the roadside gas lamp, he was reading the newspaper attentively. It seemed that he was waiting for another trackbed bus.
After waiting for more than 20 minutes, another trackbed bus came. An old man who was also wearing ordinary clothes and holding a walking stick got off the bus. The old man held the walking stick and bent his back. He slowly walked to the Dark Demon's side and sat down next to him. It seemed that he was also waiting for a trackbed bus.
In the dim bus stop, an old man and a middle-aged man waiting for a bus would probably not be noticed by anyone.
When the old man got off the bus, the rest of the people at the bus stop all got on the bus and left.
"Beitang Zhao is back today …" Seeing the man sitting next to him, the Dark Demon stared at the newspaper. However, his words were heard by the old man beside him.
"What's the matter with the Poison Demon? Hasn't he always been in contact with you?" The old man beside him also opened his mouth. The two of them whispered in a voice that only the other person could hear.
"The news I received was that the Judgement Army raided all the water factories in Shang Jing City. The Poison Demon was accidentally exposed and was killed. The Judgement Army is more difficult to deal with than we thought. The Water Demon was also killed in the same way …"
"F * ck, after I used the corpse poison last time, the Judgement Army has been tracking me down. I changed my identity several times before I got rid of them. I can't meet them here anymore. Today, I have prepared a big gift for Beitang Zhao!"
"What gift?"
"Hehe, it should be about time now. You will see it soon. The Nightmare Demon should also take action today. If the Nightmare Demon doesn't take action today, it will be hard to explain to the Palace Master …"
Just as the two of them finished their conversation, they saw a flame rising up from the ground in the north of Shang Jing City. In the dark night, a huge orange fireball suddenly rose up from the ground and lit up half of Shang Jing City …
"The Nightmare Demon has taken action …"
"Mine should also start. Today, let's welcome Beitang Zhao properly …" The man said gloomily.
The Corpse Demon had finally appeared …
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