Chapter 406 White-haired Wang Lin!

The number of bidders also dwindled from the initial few to the Ghost Sect, Demon Sect, Divine Sect, and a reclusive rogue cultivator.

Lin Che sat in the corner, his gaze calmly sweeping over the Blood Soul Orb on the stage, his fingertips unconsciously caressing his sleeve.

Although the soul of a twelfth-tier ferocious beast was powerful, it also carried an extremely heavy malevolent aura, and a slight carelessness could lead to a backlash, making it of little use to him.

Lin Che's gaze, instead, fell once again on the man wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe.

When the Blood Soul Orb first appeared, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Only this black-robed man maintained his lowered head posture, the shadow of his bamboo hat obscuring his face, yet Lin Che could feel that the other party's aura gradually overlapped with someone in his memory.

As Lin Che pondered, the bidding on the stage once again reached a climax.

The Demon Sect man gritted his teeth and bid "120,000 Immortal Jade", while the purple-robed cultivator from the Ghost Sect's face was gloomy, but he did not speak again for a long time.

120,000 Immortal Jade had already exceeded the Ghost Sect's budget for this occasion.

Just as Elder Cang Songzi was about to call out a price, the reclusive rogue cultivator suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse: "130,000 Immortal Jade."

The Demon Sect man abruptly turned his head, glaring fiercely at the rogue cultivator: "You dare to snatch it from me?"

The rogue cultivator glanced at him indifferently: "The highest bidder wins, how can it be snatching?"

The Demon Sect man's face flushed with anger, but he was helpless; he had no more Immortal Jade to add to the bid.

Seeing this, Elder Cang Songzi also shrugged, and said loudly with a smile: "130,000 Immortal Jade once! 130,000 Immortal Jade twice!"

Elder Cang Songzi's gaze swept across the entire venue, and seeing that no one else was bidding, he was about to drop the wooden gavel, but suddenly heard a clear, cold voice ring out:

"150,000 Immortal Jade."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire venue. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and the speaker was actually the man wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe!

The black-robed man finally raised his head, the shadow of the bamboo hat still obscuring most of his face, revealing only a taut jawline and a faint colored lip.

His voice had no fluctuations, yet it carried a peculiar penetrative power that instantly silenced the entire venue.

"150,000 Immortal Jade?" The Demon Sect man's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "Who are you? How dare you snatch treasures from us!"

The black-robed man ignored him, merely looking calmly at Elder Cang Songzi: "150,000 Immortal Jade, can the deal be made?"

Elder Cang Songzi was also stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, quickly nodding: "Yes! Of course, yes! 150,000 Immortal Jade once! 150,000 Immortal Jade twice! 150,000 Immortal Jade thrice!"

The wooden gavel fell, making a crisp sound, "Congratulations to this fellow Daoist for acquiring this Blood Soul Orb!"

The black-robed man stood up, his figure darting onto the stage like a ghost, and handed a storage bag to Elder Cang Songzi.

After Elder Cang Songzi inspected it, he smilingly handed over the jade box.

The black-robed man took the jade box and, without the slightest delay, turned to leave.

Just then, Lin Che suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable meaning: "Friend, stay your steps."

The black-robed man paused, slowly turned around, the shadow of the bamboo hat still obscuring his face, yet Lin Che could feel that the other party's gaze was piercing through the shadow, falling upon him.

The venue instantly fell silent, everyone looking at Lin Che in the corner and the black-robed man on the stage.

One was a mysterious powerful cultivator who could produce self-created divine abilities and make Elder Cang Songzi extremely wary, and the other was a black-robed man of unknown identity who could produce 150,000 Immortal Jade at once. Did these two have some kind of connection?

The black-robed man was silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice: "What instructions does Your Excellency have?"

Lin Che looked at him, a faint curve on his lips: "No instructions to speak of, I just want to ask, what is your name."

The aura around the black-robed man suddenly solidified, the silence beneath the bamboo hat stretching like a thread, entangling every gaze in the venue.

His hand, hanging by his side, quietly clenched, knuckles turning a stark pale against the black robe, and even his breathing seemed to slow by half a beat.

Clearly, this simple question made him more wary than the earlier bidding of 150,000 Immortal Jade.

The cultivators below the stage grew even more curious, some couldn't help but whisper: "Who exactly is this black-robed man? He doesn't even dare to say his name?"

"Could it be a traitor from some sect? Afraid of being recognized, that's why he's so secretive?"

Although the whispers were low, they clearly reached the black-robed man's ears, but he remained motionless, his voice only growing hoarser.

"Why does Your Excellency ask for my name? We are strangers; a name is just a code name."

"Code name?"

Lin Che's fingertips gently tapped the table, his gaze sharp as a torch, as if it could penetrate the shadow of the bamboo hat, no emotion visible on his face.

"In that case, then fellow Daoist, please proceed as you wish."

The black-robed cultivator nodded, then turned and left without looking back, unaware that Wu Qing, an Elder of the Demonic Thicket Path, had already followed him.

After Lin Che saw what happened before him, he also raised his eyebrows, slowly stood up and said: "How interesting, this voice… it's actually so familiar…"

"Could it be…"

Thinking of this, Lin Che did not stop his steps and instantly disappeared from his spot, leaving only Li Qianmei looking up at the sky with a face full of doubt… In the starry sky a hundred thousand miles from the Penglai Continent, the black-robed cultivator removed the bamboo hat from his head, revealing a handsome appearance and silver-white long hair.

Wang Lin stared coldly at Wu Qing, who was blocking his way, and said indifferently: "What do you want to do?"

Wu Qing put one hand behind his back, shrugged, and sneered: "Hand over all your magic treasures, otherwise this old man will destroy your soul today!"

"You, with your capabilities, are not yet qualified."

Wang Lin slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of grey-black spiritual energy condensed on his fingertip.

As soon as that spiritual energy appeared, the surrounding starry sky seemed to be frozen, even the starlight dimmed a few shades, and a chilling, bone-piercing aura spread along with the spiritual energy, causing Wu Qing to instinctively take half a step back.

"Spirit Enslavement Seal, open."

Wang Lin's voice remained calm, but the moment his words fell, the grey-black spiritual energy on his fingertip suddenly surged, transforming into a phantom of a seal covered with bizarre runes.

The seal was entwined with countless faint resentful spirit phantoms, their roars piercing through the void, directly attacking Wu Qing's divine soul.

Wu Qing's face changed drastically; he hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary black-robed man to be able to cast such a bizarre divine ability.

He quickly conjured a black shield to block in front of him. The shield was engraved with the Demonic Thicket Path's defensive runes, and it glowed faintly the moment spiritual energy was injected into it.

"These are but some unorthodox methods, and you dare to show off before this old man!"

Wu Qing roared, exuding the pressure of a Nirvana Shattering cultivator, attempting to disperse the phantom of the seal.

But the next second, the Spirit Enslavement Seal heavily smashed onto the shield. There was no earth-shattering collision sound, only a sizzling corrosive noise.