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"Although I don't fully understand my younger brother's origin, this might be a brand-new path for me." The hempen-robed old man's expression was calm as the disappointment in his voice faded.

Yi Feng slightly nodded his head and did not continue discussing the theory of origin. No one here had touched upon that realm, and any excessive discussion might disrupt everyone's cultivation.

Yi Feng sighed in his heart. The road of martial arts was still very long. He was too impatient and was afraid that it would affect his future progress. He would have to build his foundation step by step.

After the exchange was over, everyone chatted for a bit before returning to their own courtyards, preparing for the auction in three days' time. At that time, there would definitely be an internal conflict.

Yi Feng Zhan Tian and the rest were in the courtyard. When they saw Jing Er enter her room to rest, Yi Feng and Zhan Tianyan nodded and went back to their own rooms.

Although today's exchange did not seem to have any substantial experience, but for Yi Feng, it was still a great deal. One of the Xiantian masters had talked about reversing the air whirl, reversing the flow of Zhen Qi. Yi Feng felt that it was quite novel, but it was very unlikely for Yi Feng to do so.

He sat cross-legged and began to meditate, recalling every single word that the Xiantian masters had said during the exchange. The experiences of others were a valuable treasure to him.

Three days passed in a flash. When Yi Feng opened his eyes again, the auction was about to begin. Zhan Tian and the rest were already in the courtyard chatting, waiting for Yi Feng to finish his training.

The door was pushed open, and the youth in white walked out with a smile. This was the emotion of his youth. It was pure and beautiful without any impurities.

"It seems that little brother Feng's cultivation has improved again." Zhan Tian laughed. After yesterday's enlightenment in Yi Feng's Dao Domain, Zhan Tian's comprehension of the Dao had greatly improved. This was also why he was so confident that he could master the Dao Domain within a year.

"Let's head out to the Cloud Stream Pavilion. It's going to be very lively there today." Old Yan laughed. He knew that he didn't have much time left, yet Old Yan's attitude became increasingly calm. The indifference on his face was not an act.

The few of them nodded slightly and walked out of the courtyard. At this time, in the courtyards of the Mystic Wind Clan, there were countless martial practitioners walking out as they headed for the Cloud Creek Pavilion.

Although there were only 100 Cloud Brook Guild tokens, the experts with the tokens would be accompanied. In the end, the number of people that entered the Cloud Brook Pavilion was not just 100.

The four of them were not in a hurry. They slowly walked towards the Cloud Brook Guild, chatting and laughing along the way.

Arriving at Yun Xi's pavilion, Yi Feng met some acquaintances. They were Xue Yue and Yu DaoShu, and there were two elders standing in front of Yu Zhiru. They were two elders of the Xuan Dao Sect.

"Haha, Brother Yan, Junior Zhan, little brother Yi is here." One of the Xuan Dao Sect elders laughed and cupped his hands toward Zhan Tian and the others.

The moment Xue Yue saw Yi Feng, her eyes revealed a trace of happiness, but it was quickly concealed. Seeing that her master actually called Yi Feng "little brother", Xue Yue's eyes glazed over.

Yu Daoshu was even more surprised, and even suspected that he had misheard. It was inconceivable that an elder of the Xuan Dao Sect would call Yi Feng his little brother.

"Haha, Brother Lu, Brother Chen, let's talk inside." Zhan Tian smiled.

When Xue Yue saw Jing'er standing beside Yi Feng, her expression darkened. Unconsciously, she felt pain in her heart. She thought to herself, Is this his lover?

As if feeling Xue Yue's strangeness, Liu Li Jing'er looked at the cold and arrogant white-clothed woman. As a woman, she was naturally sensitive to emotions. She sighed in her heart: "I'm afraid this woman is in love with Brother Ying."

A few people walked into the Cloud Stream Pavilion as they chatted. A servant of the Cloud Stream Pavilion was there to receive everyone and lead them to the third floor. On the third floor of the Cloud Creek Pavilion, there were five martial artists guarding the path. The one leading them was the one that Yi Feng had scared off, Wandering Dragon. He respectfully looked at Zhan Tian and the others, and after a brief inspection of the order, let them in. However, when Wandering Dragon saw Yi Feng among the group, his eyes flashed with fear. Up till now, Wandering Dragon thought Yi Feng was a Xiantian master.

The other four guards were all Martial Grand Masters. Zhan Tian and the rest were used to it, but Yi Feng's heart skipped a beat. Even the guards were Martial Grand Masters. It seemed that this auction would not be simple.

Upon entering the third floor of the Cloud Creek Pavilion, Yi Feng was shocked. Could this really be called a building? It was no different from a large plaza.

The third floor of the Cloud Brook Pavilion was decorated in an extremely gorgeous manner. In the center of the third floor was an arched platform. It should be the auction house. The seating area was divided into three areas. The area closest to the auction stage only had a few golden seats. Presumably, those seats were meant for those Sky Breaking Rankers.

There were dozens of fiery red seats behind the golden chair, which should be the area for Xiantian experts. The ordinary seats behind were for Martial Masters and Martial Masters, and they were considered the elite amongst the elite of each sect.

At this moment, there was no one sitting on the golden seating area. It was obvious that those old monsters had yet to arrive. However, no one dared to sit on these golden seating areas. It was no different from courting death.

There were already more than ten Xiantian experts sitting on the fiery red seats. When they saw Zhan Tian and the rest, someone immediately laughed out loud, "Old Yan, Brother Zhan, little brother Yi, why aren't you coming over?"

The moment he said this, the four of them were startled. It was natural for Old Yan and Zhan Tian to sit in front, but how could this white-clothed youth have the qualifications to sit on a fiery red seat?

Not every Xiantian master present had participated in yesterday's exchange. Seeing the white-clothed youth walk towards the fiery red chair, their faces sank. Wasn't this comparing them, a Xiantian master, to this youth?

However, the Xiantian experts who had participated in the exchange yesterday were all smiling with their eyes, obviously agreeing with Yi Feng to sit here.

Yu DaoShu and Xue Yue were startled, but they still obediently walked towards the ordinary area. The shock in their hearts couldn't be expressed with words, why would this young man treat these Xiantian experts as equals, perhaps even surpassing the Xiantian realm?

Yi Feng did not let Liu Jing'er sit in the ordinary section, but held her hand and sat on the fiery red chair. His face was calm and he did not have the slightest fear.

At this time, people were constantly entering the auction house, but the strange thing was, when most of the Xiantian masters saw Yi Feng, they all smiled and said, "Brother Yi, you're here too?"

All of the elite disciples in the ordinary area were dumbstruck as they looked at the back of the young man in white. All of them thought to themselves, "Did we see a ghost today?"