The Sword God of the Universe

"Yes!" Jing Yan nodded with a smile.

Mu Bing and Zhuo Liusu exchanged glances, a hint of unusual brilliance flickering in the depths of their eyes.

It was laughable that they had looked down on Jing Yan before. Could they really look down on someone who could produce fifteen million Top-grade Spirit Stones? Even core members of a First-grade force couldn’t just pull out that many Top-grade Spirit Stones, could they?

At this moment, inside the auction venue, Box Number Nineteen, where Jing Yan was, had clearly caught the attention of many.

Especially the boxes with lower numbers, which were all sending subordinates to gather information.

Within Box Number One.

"Who is in Box Number Nineteen?" asked an old man with a sinister expression.

This old man had also bid against Jing Yan for the Divine Light Grass and was unhappy about not securing it.

"There are four people in Box Number Nineteen, Jiao Zhan from the Jiao Family, Mu Bing from Tianque Sect, Zhuo Liusu from the Zhuo Family. The identity of the remaining one can’t be ascertained," replied a lean Martial Artist, bowing.

"It’s just a bunch of youngsters? Hmph!" The sinister old man’s aura condensed.

"Shh!" A stream of Divine Thought spiraled out, assaulting Box Number Nineteen.

Previously, not knowing who was in Box Number Nineteen, this elder hadn’t dared to use Divine Thought to probe. After all, if there was a Saint Realm martial artist inside, they might detect it.

Using Divine Thought to probe someone was definitely very impolite and could easily lead to friction. Without clear knowledge of who the opponent was, people generally wouldn’t use Divine Thought recklessly.

Now that he knew Box Number Nineteen contained only youngsters, the old man didn’t care. Martial Artists of the Daoist Emperor Realm simply couldn’t sense when a Saint Realm warrior used Divine Thought to probe.

And there were several others doing the same as the old man in Box Number One. These Saint Realm warriors from other boxes, having received information that there were no formidable characters in Box Number Nineteen apart from a few youngsters from Second Grade forces and one unfamiliar young man, also had no reservations about using Divine Thought to investigate.

"Hmm?"

As soon as a few streams of Divine Thought approached, Jing Yan sensed them.

Jing Yan’s lips curved into a slight smile, and his eyes swept out.

"Puff!" Subsequently, Jing Yan’s own Divine Thought surged forth explosively.

"Hiss!" The streams of Divine Thought that had swept across recoiled even faster upon contact with Jing Yan’s Divine Thought, as they had realized their recklessness.

There was definitely a Saint Realm warrior in Box Number Nineteen.

"Damn it!" The old man in Box Number One cursed in a low voice.

He immediately retracted his Divine Thought upon sensing the warrior’s Divine Thought from Box Number Nineteen, but then he discovered he couldn’t escape the other’s Divine Thought. Moreover, as his Divine Thought came in contact with the other’s, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, experiencing a sudden, unbearable pain.

That stream of Divine Thought traced its way to him, scanning him multiple times before arrogantly withdrawing.

The sinister old man clenched his lips, his face slightly turning pale. Being attacked by Divine Thought was absolutely no pleasant sensation. A hint of uncontrollable terror flashed through his eyes.

Who exactly was in booth number nineteen? To possess such terrifying Divine Thought, could it be a warrior from the Saint Realm Third Stage?

Other booths housing Saint Realm fighters faced a similarly tough situation, all sustaining covert losses.

"Now, they should behave, right?" Jing Yan’s gaze hardened as he thought to himself.

Jing Yan had used his Divine Thought to counter the probing ones strategically. He didn’t want the Divine Light Grass to attract trouble from those with ulterior motives after leaving the Rainbow Gown Rainfall Tower. He believed that after this silent contest, those individuals would back off and at least not bother sending people to hassle him.

The auction continued!

Among the next few auction items was a Mystic Primordial Battle Armor, a damaged Defense Holy Artifact. Even though it was damaged, its defensive capabilities far surpassed those of any Defensive Spiritual Artifact.

Therefore, Jing Yan still bid ten million Top-grade Spirit Stones and successfully won the Mystic Primordial Battle Armor.

Spending twenty-five million Top-grade Spirit Stones to acquire the Divine Light Grass and Mystic Primordial Battle Armor was well worth it for Jing Yan.

Although he didn’t meet the Bai Xue City Lord at this auction, the trip hadn’t been in vain. With these two items, his combat power was set to significantly increase once again.

The Mystic Sky Battle Armor, coupled with his own Heavenly Dragon Spirit Body, would likely make it impossible for regular Saint Realm fighters to breach Jing Yan’s defenses.

Having bought the damaged Mystic Sky Battle Armor, Jing Yan could also study this damaged Holy Artifact. Although his skills in Artifact Refining couldn’t compare to Alchemy, he had inherited the ways of the Qiankun Artifact Dao and might be able to gradually repair the Mystic Sky Battle Armor. If he could restore this Holy Artifact to its original state, its defensive power would indeed be astonishing.

The people inside booth number nineteen, including Jiao Zhan, were thoroughly convinced.

Casually spending over twenty million Top-grade Spirit Stones was truly frightening.

Zhuo Liusu even inquired about Jing Yan’s residence, intending to visit him after the auction concluded, but Jing Yan declined. Zhuo Liusu was indeed attractive, but she was no match for the Bai Xue City Lord in terms of status, and even if her beauty could compare, Jing Yan wouldn’t be swayed.

Rejected by Jing Yan, Zhuo Liusu couldn’t hide some disappointment, but she didn’t dare to show it in front of him. Her pride from their initial encounter was long gone, and even though she was tactfully declined, she still maintained a respectful demeanor.

Although she didn’t know Jing Yan’s background or identity, the lavish bidding indicated that he was certainly no ordinary person. Unfortunately for her, Jing Yan seemed to have little interest in her.

Shortly after, the auction ended and everyone left the Rainbow Gown Rainfall Tower together—Jing Yan also bid farewell to Jiao Zhan and his companions.

"Mr. Jing, you’ll be visiting the Rainbow Gown Divine Sect in half a month, won’t you? Shall we go together?" Jiao Zhan looked at Jing Yan.

Jing Yan pondered for a moment.

The Rainbow Gown Divine Sect was definitely on his itinerary. If Saintess Bai Xue proved to be the Bai Xue City Lord, he would need to take her with him.

Jiao Zhan’s suggestion was actually quite good. He hadn’t been invited, and if he went alone, he might encounter many difficulties. Going with Jiao Zhan and the others would save him that trouble.

"Alright," Jing Yan decided and agreed.

Seeing Jing Yan accept, Jiao Zhan and his companions showed delight. Closer contact with Jing Yan could naturally provide them an opportunity to deepen their relationship.

Outside the Rainbow Gown Rainfall Tower, Jing Yan sensed several Saint Realm fighters lurking in the shadows, likely curious to see who he was. Jing Yan didn’t pay them much attention. After saying goodbye to Jiao Zhan and his group, he returned to the Radiant Pill Store on his own.

Those Saint Realm warriors didn’t dare to covertly follow Jing Yan, let alone send people to trail him. For their subordinates, trying to track a Saint Realm fighter with a far stronger Divine Thought than theirs would be suicidal.