Chapter 742
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Chapter 742: Unexpected Encounter With Elder Su!
“Hmph!”
A faint, disdainful hum escaped Liu Xiaohu’s throat as he watched Su Yi being blocked. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Xi Wuqing was also very helpless. Only one person could enter with a single invitation letter, and obtaining that invitation letter had already taken a lot of effort. It would probably be too late to get another invitation letter.
“That’s okay, bro. You go in, I’ll wait for you to come back.”
Unable to enter the auction, Su Yi felt a bit disappointed, but there was nothing he could do.
“Move aside without an invitation, don’t block the way!”
Liu Xiaohu spoke up, feeling a surge of courage as he stood among the powerful members of the Tianxuan Sect. Even if one’s talent was remarkable, being from a small sect made it difficult to enter the auction of the Lingbao Pavilion.
Listening to Liu Xiaohu’s words, Su Yi glanced briefly at Jian Wannian and the other Tianxuan Sect experts. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he didn’t pay much attention. Instead, he walked directly to the side.
“Hmph!”
Liu Xiaohu was filled with pride. He smirked and let out a cold laugh. Seeing the young man being humiliated, he inexplicably felt a sense of satisfaction.
Jian Wannian and the others stepped forward, holding out a special invitation card. This invitation card was clearly different from Xi Wuqing’s.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please come in. The VIP rooms have already been prepared.”
Upon seeing this special invitation card, the thin disciple from Lingbao Pavilion immediately arranged for others to guide them, personally leading Jian Wannian and the others inside.
All the members of Tianxuan Sect filed in one by one. Liu Xiaohu walked past Su Yi and arrogantly glanced at him, showing a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Su Yi sighed with a bitter smile, realizing the stark difference between prestigious sects and wandering cultivators.
“Is this the auction of the Lingbao Pavilion?”
A voice sounded, filled with excitement. The voice was familiar. Su Yi looked towards the source of the sound and instantly felt a tremor in his heart.
A group of people arrived. At the forefront was a seemingly thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He had a slender figure under a fitting black robe, with sword-like eyebrows, phoenix-like eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and clear, pure eyes free from any impurities or worldliness. He had a delicate and graceful appearance.
As Su Yi laid eyes on the young boy, how could he not recognize him? There couldn’t be anyone else but Situ Muyang.
Behind Situ Muyang, there was a small figure. Although this figure was small, around the size of an eight- or nine-year-old child, the face showed slight signs of aging. Faint wrinkles marked the features, making the person appear to be in their sixties or seventies. The figure was dressed in a perfectly fitting long robe. Among the black hair, a few strands of white were visible. A great sense of presence emanated from them.
“Elder Su!”
As this figure approached, Su Yi’s heart suddenly fluttered, and he instinctively stepped forward to greet them.
This was Elder Su. After the incident at Divine Sword Valley, Elder Su had caused a commotion at the Divine Sword School to stand up for him. He had personally gone to the Su family in Man City to treat the injuries of the old master, all because Su Yi had mentioned it before.
This old man, who seemed serious and unsociable on a regular basis, always had a stern expression towards everyone. But Su Yi understood all the things Elder Su had done for him.
Many eyes fell upon Su Yi’s figure, bringing him back to reality. He forcefully suppressed his emotions, not showing any traces. Following the gazes, he recognized familiar faces among the group.
Elder Duan Yuerong and Elder Mei Huaye were also among them.
Gong Qi, Ying Qianqian, Liu Yunchuan, Ou Luo, Gu Chenyou, Si Xiuyuan, and many other familiar disciples were present.
The familiar figures stirred emotions within Su Yi’s heart. Although entering the Divine Sword School had been purely coincidental, Su Yi had never had a good impression of prestigious sects. But at this moment, seeing these familiar figures, despite the unpleasant events that had occurred within the Divine Sword School, he couldn’t help but gradually, unknowingly, hold the Divine Sword School close to his heart.
Gazing at these familiar faces, Su Yi felt a stir within him.
However, there were also some young figures that Su Yi didn’t recognize. Although they were youthful, they were a few years older than Liu Yunchuan, Ou Luo, and the others. They also bore the emblem of the Divine Sword School, and from the invisible aura they exuded, they seemed quite outstanding.
Su Yi guessed that these young disciples were probably from the previous generation of the Divine Sword School, and they had also come for the Saint Martial Assembly. After all, the assembly required participants to be under twenty-five, and many of the previous generation’s disciples met the criteria.
“It’s him—Yi Su from the Overlord Sect!”
In the past, outside the City Master’s residence, Ying Qianqian, Gong Qi, Liu Yunchuan, Situ Muyang, and others had personally witnessed Su Yi. Now, as they gazed upon the formidable young man standing there, they couldn’t help but be deeply impressed.
Elder Su Kuangge also caught sight of Su Yi. His gaze slightly shifted. Calm and profound, his ancient eyes examined Su Yi and Xi Wuqing but ultimately settled on Su Yi. Somehow, it felt as if he wanted to see through him.
Under such scrutiny, Su Yi exerted all his efforts to conceal his own aura while feeling deeply guilty in his heart.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please follow me. The VIP rooms have been prepared for you!”
Elder Duan Yuerong stepped forward, presenting a special invitation. The slender disciple from Lingbao Pavilion warmly and politely guided them, while other disciples from Lingbao Pavilion showed them the way.
Familiar figures passed by Su Yi one after another. Su Yi lowered his gaze as a slight ripple stirred in his heart.
“I know who you are, but perhaps you can’t enter the auction. Otherwise, how about joining us?”
Situ Muyang came to a halt before Su Yi. His clear eyes fixed on Su Yi, as if he had noticed that Su Yi couldn’t enter the auction.
“Who is that young man? Why is someone from the Divine Sword School being so polite?”
Many people waiting in line looked on curiously. The disciples of the Divine Sword School were unexpectedly polite to this young man, which surprised them. They couldn’t help but take a closer look at Su Yi.
The Central Region City was vast! At this moment, the number of people gathered here was unimaginably huge.
Although many had seen Su Yi outside the City Master’s Mansion, it was insignificant in the grand scale of the Central Region. No one recognized him.
“Thank you for your kindness, but I’ll find another solution,” Su Yi whispered, his voice low as he smiled slightly.
“That’s okay.”
Situ Muyang’s gaze remained fixed on Su Yi, his eyes full of astonishment. He then secretly pondered, feeling somewhat confused, as the members of the Divine Sword School entered the auction.
“The people of the Divine Sword School—you should be familiar with them.”
Xi Wuqing’s voice transmission fell into Su Yi’s ears. Watching the scene, he deduced that Su Yi was acquainted with these disciples.
Su Yi nodded, never expecting to encounter Elder Su, Situ Muyang, and the others at the entrance of the auction at Lingbao Pavilion. It was strange, however, that Mu Yao was nowhere to be seen.
