My Informative Cultivation Life

Yang Ji was astonished, had these five people already begun their action?

In their state of cultivation, surely no one would act so rashly.

Without waiting for everyone to gather, they directly attacked the City Lord's Mansion, just like that?

With doubts, Yang Ji arrived in front of the City Lord's Mansion and gazed from a distance, noticing that the guards appeared normal and clearly, no battle had occurred inside.

Furthermore, the battle cry of a Golden Core True Person would be immense, something he could not possibly have failed to sense.

As he observed, Yang Ji noticed quite a few bedraggled cultivators steadily entering the City Lord's Mansion, each seeming purposeful in their visit.

After some inquiries, he learned that there was to be an auction within the City Lord's Mansion soon, which didn't require any sort of admission talisman. Anyone at or above the Foundation Establishment Realm could attend.

Yang Ji suddenly understood that the five Dao Sect disciples must have infiltrated in this manner, lying in wait to strike at the right moment.

Thus, Yang Ji also silently made his way to the City Lord's Mansion, deliberately releasing a strong aura of the late Foundation Establishment stage as he approached.

Instantly, the two Qi Cultivation guards in front smiled and came up to greet him, "Sir, are you here to attend the auction?"

"Exactly," Yang Ji nodded.

"Please, Sir, come in right away," the two said, stepping aside and gesturing respectfully for Yang Ji to enter.

Yang Ji nodded and walked straight inside.

The interior of the City Lord's Mansion was antique and elegant, with beautiful flowers and plants abounding.

As soon as Yang Ji entered, a maid greeted him.

"Sir, please follow me," the pretty young girl led the way while speaking over her shoulder, "Guests coming for the auction are staying in the Immortal's Rest Pavilion on the east side. In three days, someone will take you to the auction."

"Alright," Yang Ji nodded, feigning depth.

The floors within the City Lord's Mansion were paved with Green Patterned Stone. Along the way, various exotic plants and lush vegetation bordered the courtyard walls, with Luminous Pearls embedded everywhere, promising a beautiful sight at night.

After a short walk, they arrived in front of a majestic pavilion.

"This is the Immortal's Rest Pavilion," the maid said from ahead.

"The environment here is quite nice," Yang Ji said with a smile, looking around at the unique flora and the tranquil setting.

"The City Lord has announced an auction, and masters from various regions have been arriving. Immortal's Rest Pavilion is specially prepared for esteemed guests," the maid said with a smile, leading Yang Ji to a room on the first floor, "Sir, this is your room. If you need anything else, please feel free to command."

"I don't need anything else, you may go," Yang Ji said to the girl indifferently.

Just then, with a creak, a door across the hall opened, and someone Yang Ji was "familiar" with appeared — it was the energetic young girl.

Perhaps sensing the Dao Sect Command Token, in the next moment, doors on the second and third floors of Immortal's Rest Pavilion began to open one after another.

Inside, whether they were old men, young men, or middle-aged, without exception, all four had Dao Sect Command Tokens; Yang Ji could sense them.

The few exchanged glances and nodded knowingly, a gesture of acknowledgement.

Each understood the purpose behind their converging here, and a single glance confirmed they were allies.

"It's actually this guy. He's on the same mission as me. I hope he doesn't slow things down," the energetic young girl frowned and, after glancing at Yang Ji, closed her door.

The others nodded at Yang Ji in greeting before closing their doors as well.

Yang Ji looked at the energetic young girl's room in surprise; it was truly unexpected to encounter her here again.

His eyes shifted thoughtfully, and after a glance across the hall, he too entered his room.

A day hurried by, and the remaining two Dao Sect disciples also arrived. Everyone was astute, having used the auction as an opportunity to blend in.

They planned, and then moved.

In the next two days, the group discreetly communicated through messages, aligning their course of action. They would go with the flow and make their move when the City Lord appeared during the auction.

...

Three days passed, and the day of the auction finally arrived.

A maid came to lead Yang Ji to a larger reception hall.

Upon entering, Yang Ji instantly saw an old man with white hair, who nodded slightly at him.

"Sir, please feel free to take a seat anywhere. Once everyone is here, the City Lord will come to inform us about the auction," said the maid.

Yang Ji nodded and sat down.

At that moment, another person arrived outside the hall — it was the cold and distant youth he had met before.

The cold youth swept a glance over the room, spotting the white-haired old man and Yang Ji. He nodded slightly at the two and found a place to sit.

Soon after, the energetic young girl, the black-haired old man, the refined middle-aged man, the smiling young man, and the burly man, as well as the other five, all arrived.

Apart from the eight of them, several dozen other cultivators also arrived, their strengths ranging from the early stages of Foundation Establishment to the late stages of Golden Core.

Yang Ji and the others also concealed their cultivations, maintaining them within the realm of Foundation Establishment, indistinguishable from ordinary people.

At this moment, all were gathered in the reception hall, chatting over tea, calmly waiting.

"Haha, has everyone arrived?" Suddenly, a laughing voice came from outside as an old man dressed in a black robe with a skull-like face walked in.

Yang Ji saw at a glance that this person was at the peak of the Golden Core.

It seemed that this was one of the eight City Lords; indeed, he confirmed Yang Ji's guess as he spoke.

"Haha, I am Gui Xiao, the Seventh City Lord of Baxuan City. I apologize for keeping you esteemed guests waiting," the black-robed elder strode with composure, an air of authority about him from years in command.