Gu Niancang Part 2

These items were all rare treasures, including precious materials, powerful talismans, newly forged weapons, and even people.

These people, both men and women, were all beautiful in appearance and had special physiques. Some cultivators would buy these people back to serve as furnaces to aid in their cultivation.

Zhang Jingmo had never been interested in these unorthodox practices. His eyes were always closed, until the auctioneer uttered three words: "Dunhuang Lamp".

The Dunhuang Lamp was a very awkward magic treasure. It could burn under any conditions, whether in the deep sea or in the void, but the prerequisite for its burning was that it had to be supported by spiritual energy, which made it very awkward.

If there was spiritual energy, why not ignite your own spirit fire instead of relying on this lamp?

But even though it was awkward, due to its long history and special background, it could still be worth thousands of spirit stones.

If it were Zhang Jingmo in the past, he probably wouldn't have had the slightest interest in the lamp, but now, he came for this lamp.

There weren't many people interested in the Dunhuang Lamp. Most of those who bid were collectors of historical artifacts. But collectibles and necessities were different. If you spent too many spirit stones, it would be a losing proposition.

Zhang Jingmo didn't want to attract attention. He bid very cautiously, showing a bit of interest in the item, but not an especially strong desire.

In the end, there were only two bidders left. Zhang Jingmo, with a price of 2,500 spirit stones, outbid the other bidder and won the Dunhuang Lamp. When the auctioneer's gavel fell, a weight was lifted from Zhang Jingmo's heart. In fact, he had seen this Dunhuang Lamp auctioned many times before, and its price was not always the same. Sometimes it was high, sometimes low. When it was low, it could be taken at the reserve price, but when it was high, it could even reach three to four thousand spirit stones.

Two thousand five hundred was completely within Zhang Jingmo's acceptable range.

Having obtained what he wanted, Zhang Jingmo's mood also improved.

The auction continued calmly without any ripples caused by Zhang Jingmo's acquisition of the Dunhuang Lamp.

One by one, the auction items found their owners, and soon it came to the final item—the Fusion Sea Essence.

When this item appeared, the atmosphere in the room became tense. The auctioneer also sensed this atmosphere, but he was not nervous. He laughed, "It seems everyone is determined to get this Fusion Sea Essence."

The room below was silent, and no one responded.

The auctioneer laughed again, "I'm sure you are all very familiar with this item. If I say too much, it will only annoy people. As in previous years, the starting price is seven thousand high-grade spirit stones, and each bid increment must be no less than five hundred."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone raised their paddle.

The Fusion Sea Essence was indeed precious, but this item did not hold much appeal for Zhang Jingmo. However, since he had publicly claimed to be here for this item, he had to at least raise his paddle a few times to keep up appearances.

When the price reached over fifteen thousand, Zhang Jingmo put down the paddle in his hand.

After a few more rounds of bidding, the Fusion Sea Essence was finally sold to the person in private room six for twenty-three thousand spirit stones. The winner was extremely excited, while those who failed to buy it looked dejected. With the successful auction of the Fusion Sea Essence, the atmosphere in the entire venue reached a climax. In Zhang Jingmo's memory, the auction should be over now.

Sure enough, after a while, the auctioneer announced the end of the auction and instructed the customers who won items to go to the back with their paddles to pay and collect their goods.

Zhang Jingmo stood up, intending to go backstage to collect the Dunhuang lamp, but saw a person walk in from outside. That person said, "Excuse me, are you Young Master Chen?"

Zhang Jingmo's heart stirred, but his expression remained unchanged. He said, "Hm?"

The person said, "Our master would like to invite you for a chat."

This was a situation Zhang Jingmo had never encountered before. He had been to this auction many times, each time buying and leaving, never having someone invite him to say anything.

Change was definitely not a good thing for Zhang Jingmo, because it meant things could very likely spiral out of his control. He said indifferently, "I don't know your master."

Hearing this, the person simply repeated what he said earlier, "Our master would like to invite you for a chat."

Zhang Jingmo gave a cold laugh, "Your master certainly has a lot of nerve. Does he think I must go just because he says so?"

The person looked at Zhang Jingmo in silence, actually not saying anything.

Zhang Jingmo scoffed and directly stepped out of the private room. However, as soon as his foot crossed the threshold, he paused - he felt someone staring at him, and this person was very strong.

The person standing behind Zhang Jingmo had no presence, like a puppet, emotionlessly saying, "Our master would like to invite you for a chat."

Zhang Jingmo silently clenched his fists, "Lead the way."

Left with no choice, Zhang Jingmo could only follow the servant. Although he was extremely unwilling, in this world where strength reigned supreme, fists always did the talking.

Because he was being forced, Zhang Jingmo was in a bad mood. He didn't conceal it like usual, instead deliberately revealing his emotions.

After following the person through the building for a long time, Zhang Jingmo finally stopped in front of a wooden door.

From inside came the sound of men and women flirting and laughing. Zhang Jingmo's expression darkened further.

The servant seemed to completely ignore Zhang Jingmo's expression. He raised his hand and lightly knocked on the door, saying, "Master, Young Master Chen is here."

After he spoke, the room was quiet for a moment before a male voice responded, "Come in."

Only then did the servant push open the wooden door and gestured for Zhang Jingmo to enter.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Jingmo smelled a strong fragrance of rouge. He slowly walked in, only to see a veil of red gauze.

With just one glance, Zhang Jingmo was certain this "master" was definitely not his kind of person...

Behind the red gauze, a woman's laughter sounded like it was right next to his ears. Zhang Jingmo took a few steps before realizing this red gauze was actually a small formation.

If someone walked in without knowing the reason, they would likely become disoriented before long.

Zhang Jingmo sensed the mystery within and simply stopped walking.

Seeing Zhang Jingmo not moving, the person inside laughed and said, "Why did you stop walking? Come over here." The man's voice was pleasant, but in this room thick with the scent of rouge, it felt a bit annoying.

At least Zhang Jingmo's current mood was very bad. He had not yet collected the Dunhuang Lamp he had just won, and now he was being summoned by this strange person.

Zhang Jingmo coldly said, "Is this how your Giant Devourer treats your guests?"

Hearing this, the man laughed loudly. The red gauze billowed and after a moment, a bare-chested man appeared in front of Zhang Jingmo.

This man had a handsome face, a pair of enticing peach blossom eyes. He was naked from the waist up and barefoot. In a few steps, he walked up to Zhang Jingmo.

Then he said, "You're Chen Baicang, right?"

Zhang Jingmo gave a light "Mm" in response.

But that person reached out a hand to pinch Zhang Jingmo's chin, saying, "I want to see what charm you have that made my father search for you for so long."

Zhang Jingmo: "..." Huh?

That person sized up Zhang Jingmo, seemingly not finding anything eye-catching, so his smile grew colder, "You used magic to conceal your appearance?"

Zhang Jingmo: "..."

That person said, "Chen Baicang, do you still remember the name Gu Chenjiang?"

Zhang Jingmo: "..." It seemed a bit familiar?

Seeing Zhang Jingmo still looking confused, with a hint of anger in his eyes, the man said, "That's right, back then my father was just an ordinary person, how could he be worthy of you, a child of an immortal family? You've probably forgotten his name completely."

Zhang Jingmo slapped away the man's hand that was pinching his chin, and after thinking seriously for a moment, he vaguely recalled the name, but still pretended to not know what was going on. "What on earth are you talking about? It doesn't make sense."

The man laughed, "Keep pretending, go ahead and pretend. Do you know that I have a magic treasure in my hand? It has no other use except for one - finding people. Even if that person has turned to ashes, I can still find the ashes."

Zhang Jingmo was at a loss for words.

The man in front of him smiled brilliantly, but in fact, there was no laughter in his eyes. He said coldly, "My name is Gu Niancang, I am Gu Chenjiang's son."

Zhang Jingmo felt the rare urge to curse.

Gu Niancang said, "My father went crazy because of you, while you've been carefree for a hundred years."

With Gu Niancang's reminder, Zhang Jingmo suddenly remembered that his primordial spirit left with Gu Chenjiang had not yet returned. He had been so busy that he had completely forgotten about it. With his primordial spirit not back, Zhang Jingmo naturally did not know what had happened to Gu Chenjiang and Gu Chenshan in the past hundred years, nor did he know how someone named Gu Niancang had appeared in this time.

However, the worst thing was not this, but that Zhang Jingmo vaguely smelled the scent of demonic energy on the person who called himself Gu Niancang.

He was already 70% sure that the person in front of him was not cultivating the Dao, but cultivating the demonic arts.

Gu Niancang said, "My father went crazy thinking about you, so it seems he must have tasted your flavor. Since your flavor is so good, let me have a taste too."

As he spoke, he was about to make a move on Zhang Jingmo.

How could Zhang Jingmo let him have his way? His face turned cold, and he directly summoned Zhu Yan. Zhu Yan opened its mouth and mercilessly spewed raging flames toward the surrounding red gauze curtains.