After Yan Ning and Wu Mo dealt with the White-robed Divine Guards, they did not rush to leave. Like last time, they planned to stay for a while longer.

Another month or so passed, and this time they caught four more fish.

Originally the two were not sure whether the four were here to cause trouble for the Spirit Master, but it turned out that the other party came to the Seventh Heaven and looked down on the environment here. They were picky and found everything they saw unsatisfactory.

His words were full of arrogance, slander and abuse against Ling'er, as well as all kinds of belittlement and contempt.

Well, you said you were bad-mouthing someone and didn't do it behind their back, so who else should I hit if not you?

Therefore, Yan Ning and Wu Mo, who were burning with anger, did not give anyone a chance to refute and just went up and started fighting.

The tragic foursome died in such an unclear manner.

"Hmph, what the hell? Still thinking of killing Master Ling? Maybe in the next life!" Yan Ning spat fiercely at the corpse on the ground, then burned it completely with fire.

"Let's go. No one will be coming down in the short term. So let's go back first?"

"Well," Wu Mo glanced at the ashes on the ground with his indifferent eyes, then turned around and flew away, leaving behind an indifferent back.

"Hey, wait for me! You silent guy," Yan Ning was so angry when he saw Wu Mo turned around and left without saying goodbye, so he hurriedly chased after him.

It was seven or eight days later when the two returned to the octagonal pavilion. At this time, the octagonal pavilion was hidden in the sky above Qingshui Town.

"Ah! You are finally back?" Seeing the two return, You An immediately approached them happily, "How was it? Did you run into any blind guys?"

"Need I say more?" Yan Ning sat down at the low table, raised the teapot and gulped down the whole pot of tea from the spout.

Wu Mo sat down by the pavilion railing, stretched out his hands, leaned back relaxed, crossed one leg, and looked like a cool and noble young man, looking at Yan Ning drinking with disdain.

He casually took the teacup handed to him by Nan Ze and sipped it slowly.

"Tell me quickly? Who did you kill?" You An looked at Yan Ning eagerly.

"Well! Speaking of which..." Yan Ning wiped his mouth and started talking.

In the lounge on the top floor of the auction house, Fu Ling'er was nestling in Wanqi Yuan's arms, enjoying the beautiful time of reunion after a long separation.

Last time, Wanqi Yuan asked Fu Ling'er to wait for him to find her, but he was delayed by trivial matters on Xuanling Island. So Fu Ling'er asked him to focus on the overall situation and did not ask him to go find her.

She quickly resolved the matter in Shaping City and returned to Qingshui Town.

The two of them had a leisurely time for a few days. Fu Ling'er enjoyed a great "feast" and felt relaxed both physically and mentally. At this moment, she lazily lay in Wanqi Yuan's arms and refused to move.

"Yuan, how many days are left before Xuanling Island opens? Do we have to go back to receive the guests?"

"After three days, the auction house has been back on track. It should have had a deterrent effect, and it has been effective. No one has come to the auction house to 'hang out' in the past ten days. I think we can let it go. We will return to Xuanling Island tomorrow morning!"

"Can Yao Zhenmin handle it? Didn't Xuanbao Pavilion come to trouble him? I don't want to bring any hidden dangers to the auction house."

"According to my observations during this period, he is indeed a talented person. He is very good at doing business, has skills and ideas, and can definitely stand on his own. His departure is a great loss to Xuanbao Pavilion."

"Haha, from your tone, you seem to feel sorry for Xuanbao Pavilion? Xuanbao Pavilion? Huh? Why does it sound so familiar to me? Have I heard it somewhere before?"

"Ling'er, do you still remember the Dongchen Venerable Zuoqiu Ningxiu that Diwu Zhao once mentioned?"

"Zuoqiu Ningxiu, who rebelled with Wen Renyu?" Fu Ling'er was shocked and sat up straight subconsciously. Several names popped up in her mind. "Yes, Diwu Zhao said that Zuoqiu Ningxiu became a coward after the great battle and hid in Brahma Mountain. This Xuanbao Pavilion is a force under Brahma Mountain, right?"

"That's right. Moreover, I asked Yao Zhenmin why he left Xuanbao Pavilion. He said that Xuanbao Pavilion is no longer as low-key as before. Just five years ago, something happened in Xuanbao Pavilion, which led to the current situation of Xuanbao Pavilion being full of undercurrents and disputes. And he became a victim of the struggle.

The last time, he still wanted to ask his master for mercy! As a result, he was almost assassinated and killed. It was Yunchen and I who arrived in time to save his life.

After that, he gave up and joined Qiankun Palace willingly. He can be trusted."

"That's more like it. Huh? Five years ago? Could it be that Xuanyuan Palace took action? Didn't Diwu Zhao say he wanted to return to the Ninth Heaven? I wonder what the situation is like now?"

"If Ling'er wants to know, you can ask her when the time comes. I have also invited the person in charge of Xuanyuan Palace to come and watch the ceremony. You can ask him when the time comes."

"Oh? Then who is the person in charge of the Seventh Heaven Xuanyuan Palace? Xuanyuan Lang?"

"Yes, it's him. He also just came to the Seventh Heaven recently. I heard from the people from Xuanyuan Palace when they came to the auction this time."

"That's great, we can catch up. I wonder if Emperor Ziwei has returned to the Ninth Heaven? I really hope he can stir up the storm, then we will have a powerful ally."

"The water in the pool of Xuanbao Pavilion has begun to become turbid. Who can tell what is going on underneath? The Fifth Zhao has returned and will definitely fight to the death with Fanshen Mountain. What's next... I am also looking forward to it!"

"Well, let's not talk about him anymore. Since Yao Zhenmin can handle things on his own, let's go back to Xuanling Island early tomorrow morning."

A dreamless night.

The next morning, Wanqi Yuan and Fu Ling'er left Qingshui Town together.

Yao Zhenmin was still very excited as he looked at the receding figure. He sighed many times that he must have saved the galaxy in his previous life, which is why he was able to meet the Qiankun Palace in this life.

It’s a pity that we met too late. It’s a pity that we met too late!

He once thought that he would be ruined in the darkest moment of his life, but unexpectedly, a sudden turn of events led him to a bright future.

At this moment, his heart finally felt a sense of belonging. He would live up to the Palace Master's trust and make the auction house prosper.

After less than half an hour, Fu Ling'er, Wanqi Yuan and their companions flew off the spaceship.

The cliff had changed a lot at this time. On one side of the cliff, a Lingyuan Villa was built by skilled craftsmen according to the terrain.

The scale of this Lingyuan Villa is not large due to the special terrain of the cliff, but it is also very exquisite, with all the facilities that a large house should have, and it is just across the distance from the Lingyuan Pavilion on Xuanling Island.

The most important thing is that the teleportation array to the island is in Lingyuan Villa.

Maintaining the space corridor built by Bai Yu consumed too much of his divine power, so he withdrew as soon as the teleportation array was completed.

The group did not stay in Lingyuan Villa, but went straight to the island.