Soon, Yu Hua's voice sounded by Li Guanqi's ear.
"Reporting to the Pavilion Master: the other party is from a very powerful sect in the Ethereal Immortal Domain known as the Qianhuan Pavilion."
"Among them is a severely injured young man, accompanied by an old man who appears to be his Dao protector."
Bored out of his mind at the side, Qin Wushang's ear twitched. He suddenly frowned, stood up, and looked at Li Guanqi, asking in a low, heavy voice, "The Qianhuan Pavilion?"
The moment those words were spoken, even Qin Xiao, who had been bidding, unconsciously furrowed his brows.
Li Guanqi acutely sensed that something was amiss. He transmitted his voice in a hushed tone, "That's right, people from the Qianhuan Pavilion. Is there a problem?"
Qin Wushang asked quietly, "Is there a young man?"
Li Guanqi could hear an unprecedented gravity in Qin Wushang's voice. Frowning, he asked, "What's wrong? Is this person very formidable?"
Qin Wushang took a deep breath. His narrow eyes stared at Li Guanqi with utter seriousness as he spoke. "Strong! Incredibly strong!"
"At the very least... if I fought him... thirty percent."
Li Guanqi shook his head and said softly, "A thirty-percent chance of winning? That is indeed formidable."
Qin Wushang gave a bitter smile. "No... not of winning. The probability of me making it out alive under his hand is thirty percent at most!"
Li Guanqi's heart jolted. Even though his own strength had soared, facing Qin Wushang at his peak would be at best a thirty-seventy split.
With Red Lotus in hand, he was confident he could overpower Qin Wushang.
Yet Qin Wushang claimed he had only a thirty-percent chance of merely surviving against this person.
That was tantamount to admitting he was utterly powerless to resist him!
Li Guanqi frowned. "Who is he?"
Qin Xiao chimed in from the side, "The eldest son of Xu Xiao from Qianhuan Pavilion—Xu Junlin."
The cold-faced man slowly turned to look at Li Guanqi, his voice solemn as he spoke each word deliberately. "Master of the spear—and candidate Long Hou!"
*Hiss—!*
Hearing that, Li Guanqi could not help drawing a sharp breath. He looked back at Qin Wushang and asked with a frown, "He's the one you mentioned who possessed the most terrifying strength among all the candidates?"
Clad in a tailored, embroidered black robe, Qin Wushang shrugged helplessly. "That's him. The guy really is ridiculously strong. Blessed with tremendous fortune, he's encountered countless lucky opportunities."
The corner of Li Guanqi's mouth curved slightly. An inexplicable curiosity stirred within him toward this Xu Junlin whom he had never met.
Watching Li Guanqi turn to open the door, Qin Wushang was taken aback. "Where are you going?"
Li Guanqi chuckled. "To meet him."
Seeing this, Qin Xiao transmitted his voice softly: "Go with him. Try to keep from getting into a clash."
"Xu Xiao has now stepped into the Tribulation Transcendence Realm. Our clan is still somewhat disadvantaged in terms of power."
Qin Wushang's mouth twitched upon hearing that, and he could not help grumbling, "Dad, why don't you put in a little effort yourself?!"
Qin Xiao glared at him with bristling brows and cursed under his breath, "You little bastard, if you don't go into seclusion to break through to the Mahayana Realm after we head back, don't even think about stepping out the front door!"
Qin Wushang stepped out to stand shoulder-to-shoulder beside Li Guanqi.
Only then did he notice that Li Guanqi's aura had begun to slowly climb back up. That faint, elusive presence had actually returned to the peak of the Body Integration Realm!
Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, Li Guanqi wore a faint smile, giving off the illusion of an immortal banished from the heavens descending into the Human Spirit Realm.
Because his pure white eyes lacked pupils, whenever he looked at someone, an inexplicable sense of pressure weighed upon them.
Even though Li Guanqi was clearly looking at him, Qin Wushang could not detect the slightest ripple of emotion in his gaze, lending him an inscrutable mystique.
Li Guanqi seemed to sense Qin Wushang's gaze and asked with a light laugh, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Qin Wushang shrugged and smoothed his hair, pretending to be preoccupied, before asking bluntly, "What was going on with your aura earlier?"
"Swallowed a Spirit Burst Pill."
"Oh, a Spirit Burst Pill... Wait, what?!"
Qin Wushang's pitch rose sharply. He looked Li Guanqi up and down, frowning. "You swallowed a Spirit Burst Pill?"
Li Guanqi shot him an annoyed glance. "You think Mahayana realm cultivators are that easy to fight? The spatial suppression of a Mahayana cultivator alone nearly left me unable to fight back."
Qin Wushang thought it over and realized that made sense. Then, as if something suddenly came to mind, he curled his lip. "Still... as far as I know, Xu Junlin once severely wounded a cultivator who had just entered the Mahayana realm—with nothing but himself and his spear."
At this point, Qin Wushang paused slightly before adding with complete gravity, "All by himself!"
Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes. Strength like that truly could not be underestimated.
Outside the Earth-grade Spring Rain Box, Li Guanqi knocked lightly on the door.
*Knock, knock, knock!*
Inside the room, a young man clad in a luxurious, dark navy robe furrowed his brows.
The youth possessed a tall, upright posture, sword-like brows, and star-bright eyes. His nose was prominent, his lips thin, and a hideous scar ran across his cheek.
A flicker of displeasure flashed through his deep eyes, and his low voice rang out slowly: "Didn't I say we were not to be disturbed?"
Li Guanqi said softly, "I am Li Guanqi."
*Buzz—!*
An inexplicable pressure instantly swept through the entire room. Immediately after, an elderly man with crane-white hair, a youthful complexion, and his hands tucked into his sleeves turned toward the door, murmuring under his breath, "The Yanluo Sword, Li Guanqi? Heh. What has he come for?"
Xu Junlin frowned slightly and slowly rose to his feet.
Even his loose robe could not conceal the explosive muscle lines beneath. His shoulders were broad and high, his neck thick and powerful.
As he stood, a strange light flickered in his deep eyes. He could not resist raising a hand to touch the scar on his cheek.
Reaching out, he pulled open the door. At first glance, he saw the white-robed Li Guanqi, whose pure white eyes met his.
The air seemed to freeze in that instant. Li Guanqi actually caught a trace of murderous intent in the other man's eyes.
He did not understand where this hostility and intent to kill came from. He remembered clearly that this was their very first meeting—in fact, this was the first time he had ever heard of the man.
Xu Junlin narrowed his eyes at Li Guanqi, who stood slightly taller than him, and asked in a questioning tone, "Something you need?"
From behind, Qin Wushang frowned. "Whether there's something or not, can't we go inside to talk?"
*Boom—!*
A crimson-gold spear lunged forward in an instant, grazing right past Li Guanqi's cheek!
Qin Wushang drew his blade, holding the longsword horizontally beside his head to block!
Sparks flew in all directions. The spear drove through the corridor wall, pinning Qin Wushang rigidly in place.
Holding the spear with a single hand, Xu Junlin did not even spare Qin Wushang a glance. He merely pressed down slowly with his arm.
Xu Junlin's cold, calm voice sounded deliberately: "Whatever I choose to do, it is not your place to teach me."
As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed entirely on Li Guanqi's eyes.
Qin Wushang actually could not withstand the sheer force. His frame sank lower and lower, his knees bending until he was on the verge of kneeling on the floor!
As a sword cultivator, Qin Wushang possessed no weak physical strength, but compared to Xu Junlin, he seemed like a mere toddler. His entire face flushed bright red from the strain.
Just as Qin Wushang's knees were about to touch the ground, Li Guanqi slowly reached out and gripped the shaft of the spear.
"Think you're arrogant?"
Qin Wushang felt the pressure on his body abruptly lighten!
With his right hand clamped around the shaft, the blood within Li Guanqi roared, and the muscles in his arm instantly swelled.
*Rumble—!*
Massive cracks instantly tore through the walls of the entire fourth floor of the auction house.
Xu Junlin locked his eyes onto Li Guanqi, his gaze turning incomparably solemn.
Chapter 1065