Chapter 115: Queuing at the Glazed Tile Workshop
Three old comrades rarely gathered to drink, and once they started, they drank through the entire night.
Fan Lihua had spent the whole night rummaging through her family’s treasure trove but still hadn’t finished. There were too many useless items—broken copper and scraps of iron, some even labeled as “the first sword broken by Junyang.”
She was beginning to seriously question her ancestor’s definition of treasures.
With dawn approaching and it being inconvenient to act, she quietly returned home, planning to come back at night.
The younger members of the Teng Snake clan busied themselves for a long time but failed to find the legendary Bagua Dao artifact.
What they did uncover, however, was how to obtain an invitation to Liuli Pavilion.
The auction at Liuli Pavilion only took place once every three months, with the next one scheduled for tomorrow. Missing it would mean waiting another three months.
There were two ways to get an invitation.
The first was to belong to a great family that had existed in the Sacred Realm for over 500,000 years—like the Zhulong or Qinglong clans.
The second was to break through Liuli Pavilion’s protective formation and barrier.
Simple and brute force.
Upon receiving this information, Jun Jue immediately hurried to Junyang’s cave residence.
Knowing that You Xiyue lived there, he didn’t enter rashly but called out at the entrance.
“Is the eldest brother here?”
You Xiyue heard Jun Jue’s voice and came out.
“He’s not here.”
Jun Jue bowed respectfully upon seeing You Xiyue.
“My little ancestor.”
You Xiyue nodded slightly in response.
Jun Jue remained seated and continued, “There’s no news yet on the Bagua Dao artifact, but we do know how to enter Liuli Pavilion.”
“Hmm? How?”
Jun Jue repeated what the juniors had learned. “The first way is to be from a family existing in the Sacred Realm for over 500,000 years. As you know, the Teng Snake clan has only recently arrived, so that doesn’t apply.”
“Indeed. What about the other?”
“The second way is to break through Liuli Pavilion’s protective formation and barrier.”
“Oh.”
You Xiyue blinked, finding that straightforward.
“I understand. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Jun Jue bowed again and withdrew from the cave.
From Junyang’s attitude toward You Xiyue, Jun Jue could tell just how formidable she was.
Thus, he firmly believed You Xiyue would be able to enter Liuli Pavilion without issue.
Junyang only returned around noon, staggering in.
Before entering, he cleansed the scent from his body thoroughly.
“My little ancestor, Jun Jue says he knows how to get an invitation to Liuli Pavilion.”
“Hmm, we’ll go tomorrow.”
“Good, I’ll go with you.”
Junyang glanced at the ice table where the little insect was still emanating coldness.
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“How did the Snow Domain Saintess learn about what happened on Xuecang Mountain?”
You Xiyue rubbed Xue Yu, who was sleeping on the bed, and pondered quietly.
“It’s now called Aurora.”
“...”
Junyang nodded knowingly. It seemed the You family had gained another member.
Back then, the only ones tied to the Snow Domain Saintess were Sang Que and people from the Infinite Abyss.
Sang Que also had an ice-elemental spiritual root, and the little insect was beneficial to him. If he wanted it, he'd come in person, not send the Snow Domain Saintess.
Since the Snow Domain Saintess came quietly, she must have snuck in.
The people from the Infinite Abyss were not easily summoned either.
Though the two individuals You Xiyue killed from the Infinite Abyss were weak, their main base was in the Xuanxu World, only serving those with interests above the Dao realm.
The Snow Domain Saintess, Xue Chuyun, seemed to have a complicated identity.
You Xiyue didn’t share these thoughts with Junyang.
She only hoped the old fellow would quietly cultivate and refrain from wandering about.
“Does the name sound nice?”
“Hm?” Junyang looked puzzled; he’d never been asked about names before.
After hesitating, he said, “It’s alright.”
“Oh.”
You Xiyue’s tone became indifferent, clearly dissatisfied with his answer.
“...”
Junyang looked at You Xiyue, then at Aurora, sensing that things were not so simple.
Distracted, You Xiyue contentedly lay beside Xue Yu, closing her eyes to rest.
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Early the next morning, You Xiyue and Junyang left the Teng Snake cave dwelling and headed toward Liuli Pavilion.
Xue Yu and Aurora were left behind in the cave, both now somewhat conspicuous.
There were many people at the entrance of Liuli Pavilion. Besides the great families, many came to challenge breaking through the protective formation.
Junyang looked at the long queue and worried.
“How long will this take...?”
You Xiyue also watched the person diligently trying to break the formation.
That person was circling Liuli Pavilion at least five times, studying carefully.
“...”
You Xiyue’s impatience grew.
Junyang naturally noticed the person.
“At this rate, he probably won’t break it before the auction ends.”
Someone ahead overheard Junyang’s complaint and turned to comfort him.
“Don’t worry, everyone only gets fifteen minutes. They won’t be allowed to take forever.”
Junyang smiled wryly, feeling far from reassured.
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One person, fifteen minutes. There were still a dozen people ahead of him and the little ancestor.
At this pace, the auction would probably be over by the time they reached the front.
You Xiyue’s spiritual pressure began to wane, and Junyang suddenly grew concerned about Liuli Pavilion.
“Little ancestor, wait here. I’ll go ask.”
“Oh...”
You Xiyue’s spiritual pressure teetered on the edge of release.
Junyang hurried to the front, but the Liuli Pavilion attendant quickly stopped him.
“Line up! Can’t you see?”
Others also started pointing and whispering at Junyang.
“Yeah, everyone’s in line, why are you pushing forward?”
Junyang frowned, about to lose his temper, when he noticed Fan Wuwei and Qing Yushan approaching to join the fray.
“What’s going on here?”
Fan Wuwei asked as he came over.
Junyang glanced at You Xiyue still in line.
Helplessly, he shrugged. “The little ancestor wants to enter Liuli Pavilion but has to wait in line to break the protective formation.”
“I see.”
Fan Wuwei nodded. “That shouldn’t be difficult for your little ancestor, right?”
“The problem is the wait,” Junyang kept glancing at You Xiyue. “At this rate, Liuli Pavilion will be closed for the day.”
Qing Yushan followed Junyang’s gaze toward You Xiyue.
You Xiyue, hearing the attendant’s arrogant tone, could no longer hold back.
Her spiritual pressure surged forward.
One by one, the line of people collapsed.
“Tsk...” Fan Wuwei couldn’t help but sigh in amazement.
You Xiyue stepped over the unconscious, advancing steadily.
The attendant naturally sensed something was wrong.
“What’s your problem?” he asked, pointing.
You Xiyue turned to him, her eyes nearly blood-red.
At that moment, a man in black suddenly flew out from within Liuli Pavilion.
“Young senior, please show mercy.”
The man turned and carefully observed the area around You Xiyue, then bowed respectfully.
“Sang Que, master of Liuli Pavilion, welcomes the honored young senior.”