Currently, only Pavilion No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 were unoccupied.
As for Pavilion No. 1, it was surrounded by black curtains that blocked both sight and spiritual sense, so it was unclear if anyone was inside.
Leo speculated that the empty pavilions were reserved for the Falling Blossom Palace, Broken Blade Gate, and Bloodsoul Sect.
While everyone waited for the auction to begin, a streak of light suddenly flew across the sky towards the direction of the Marquis Manor’s back garden.
Four people dressed in blue and white attire arrived.
All four stood on swords, hands behind their backs, flying with their swords.
“They’re from Broken Blade Gate!”
“The people from Broken Blade Gate are here!”
“Sword flight, so cool…”
Cultivators looked up one after another.
Among the four, the one in front was a small, elderly man.
The old man’s face was deeply wrinkled, his pupils dark and profound, with a hidden sharpness in his eyes. The sword intent emanating from him was formidable.
“The one in front seems to be Wood Sword Venerable, the deputy head of Broken Blade Gate,” someone recognized the old man.
Behind Wood Sword Venerable were three young men.
The aura they emitted was strong, indicating they were top talents among the younger generation of Broken Blade Gate.
The four sword-flying individuals quickly arrived above Pavilion No. 5.
As their swords automatically sheathed themselves, the four figures flashed and appeared inside Pavilion No. 5.
Flying was generally not allowed above Zratol, but the three major sects ignored Zratol’s rules.
Just as the people from Broken Blade Gate sat down in the pavilion, a sharp eagle cry suddenly echoed in the sky.
Everyone looked up to see three blood eagles with blood-red wings flying in the sky.
On the backs of the three blood eagles stood three people.
Leading them was an elderly man with white hair and beard.
The old man wore a blood-red robe with golden patterns, his old eyes full of shrewdness and cunning.
On the backs of the other two blood eagles were a man and a woman.
The man was burly with a scar on his cheek, exuding a fierce bloodthirsty aura.
The woman had a slim figure and a cold expression on her beautiful face.
“They’re from Bloodsoul Sect!”
“Leading them is Peter Barker, the great elder of Bloodsoul Sect. The man is Enzo Shaffer, Bloodsoul Sect’s top genius, and the woman is Victoria, another talented disciple of Bloodsoul Sect.”
“I heard Bloodsoul Sect originally had three genius disciples, but Saul died unexpectedly.”
“Not only that, even Elder Dorian of Bloodsoul Sect died. It’s said that Great Elder Peter Barker led people from Bloodsoul Sect to search Clearwind Town and Southern Marches grassland but couldn’t find the killer.”
“Bloodsoul Sect also offered a huge reward to find the killer.”
The arrival of Bloodsoul Sect sparked discussions among the Cultivators. Compared to Broken Blade Gate, Bloodsoul Sect had more gossip-worthy news.
The recent events of Bloodsoul Sect were well known among Cultivators in Zratol.
Many were tempted by the generous reward offered by Bloodsoul Sect.
The blood eagles let out sharp cries as they swooped down from the sky.
As they neared the pavilion, Peter Barker, Enzo, and Victoria flashed and appeared inside the pavilion.
Immediately, they took out Spirit Pouches and stored the three blood eagles inside them.
“Great Elder Peter Barker, long time no see,” Wood Sword Venerable looked at Peter Barker and said coldly.
“Wood Sword Venerable, it’s been a while,” Peter Barker replied casually as he looked at Wood Sword Venerable.
The three major sects and the three major families had no major conflicts on the surface but were always secretly competing against each other.
“I heard that Elder Dorian of your sect and your genius disciple Saul, along with two other core disciples, were killed. Is this true?” Wood Sword Venerable asked with a light laugh.
“Wood Sword Venerable, could it be that your Broken Blade Gate did this?” Seeing the smile on Wood Sword Venerable’s old face, Peter Barker’s eyes flashed with cold light.
To be honest, after Elder Dorian’s death, Bloodsoul Sect’s biggest suspicion was Broken Blade Gate.
In Bloodsoul Sect’s view, only Broken Blade Gate, Falling Blossom Palace, and Zratol’s Marquis Manor had the strength to kill Dorian.
However, after Bloodsoul Sect’s investigation, it was found that on the day of the incident, the head of Broken Blade Gate, Deputy Head Wood Sword Venerable, and others were all within Broken Blade Gate and had not gone to Clearwind Town or Southern Marches grassland. This reduced Bloodsoul Sect’s suspicion of Broken Blade Gate somewhat.
Peter Barker’s words made Wood Sword Venerable’s old face darken: “Peter Barker, you can’t find the killer and blame it on my Broken Blade Gate?”
“You Bloodsoul Sect people have always been overbearing. Maybe you offended some powerful family or sect outside Zratol.”
Wood Sword Venerable’s tone was full of sarcasm as he spoke.
“Wood Sword Venerable, I hope it wasn’t your Broken Blade Gate. Otherwise, it would mean war with my Bloodsoul Sect!” Peter Barker’s expression turned fierce, his tone filled with threat and killing intent.
Wood Sword Venerable retorted without backing down: “This matter has nothing to do with my Broken Blade Gate. However, if your Bloodsoul Sect wants war, my Broken Blade Gate is ready anytime. I’ve always wanted to see Great Elder Peter Barker’s skills.”
“Hmph!” Peter Barker snorted coldly and said no more.
At this moment, three more people appeared in the sky.
They were three women dressed in snow-white dresses with slender and graceful figures.
Each stood on a large white feather, descending from the sky like fairies.
Their faces were covered with light veils that hid their features.
Among them, the woman in the middle led the group.
Her black hair fell to her waist, revealing her face above her nose. Her eyebrows were like paintings, her eyes like water-clearly a stunning beauty.
“It’s Seraphina from Falling Blossom Palace.”
“I heard she broke through to Spirit Saint three months ago and became the number one among the younger generation in Bloodsoul Sect, Broken Blade Gate, and Falling Blossom Palace.”
“I didn’t expect her to lead the team for this auction.”
Watching the three fairy-like women approach, male Cultivators’ eyes lit up with excitement.
The three white-dressed women landed lightly on the ground without stirring any dust.
Leo’s eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at the leading woman.
She seemed to be just over twenty years old yet had already reached Spirit Saint. Such talent was truly unparalleled.
The arrival of these three extraordinary women drew almost everyone’s attention at the scene.
“Seraphina, I didn’t expect you to lead this time. Why didn’t your deputy palace master come?” Wood Sword Venerable asked.
There was a hint of admiration in Wood Sword Venerable’s old eyes.
He had cultivated for a hundred years before breaking through to Spirit Saint. The woman before him had achieved it in her early twenties-such talent was truly astonishing.
Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t a disciple of Broken Blade Gate. Falling Blossom Palace was indeed fortunate.