Chapter 84: Oolong Town in the Jinmu Region

When Huang Xiaobiao noticed the stern look on the discipline teacher’s face, his own heart skipped a beat.
“Xiaobiao—about Zhang Pu… This is something the principal himself has approved. I... I’m powerless in this matter…”
Since when had the school started colluding with the Wuguimen? Huang Xiaobiao nearly rolled his eyes and fainted right then and there in the discipline office.
In the end, he trudged out with legs heavy as lead, weighed down with worry as he searched for another solution.
He threw himself into a relentless campaign to bring Zhang Pu down, trying every trick he knew, but each attempt ended in failure. The only solace was that Zhang Pu remained unaware of these efforts—otherwise, he would surely have laughed himself to death.
Yet even without anyone mocking him, Huang Xiaobiao was furious and frustrated.
Left with no other choice, he found solace in diligent study, much as he had after being rejected by Liu Qingyan. He resolved to claim the top spot in the year group by the end of the term.
Still, as long as Zhang Pu remained in this modern high school, Huang Xiaobiao could never truly abandon thoughts of revenge.
He schemed incessantly, waiting for the day Zhang Pu might not return home in the Wuguimen car—on that day, he would have people ambush Zhang Pu in the street.
But as the days passed, such an opportunity never arose.
Meanwhile, there was no word at all from Zheng Furen’s side.
Zhang Pu might never know just how twisted Huang Xiaobiao’s heart had become, but even if he did, he would only sneer in contempt. With his strength, no matter how wildly Huang Xiaobiao flailed, it was nothing more than an ant trying to topple an elephant—utterly futile.
As these days slipped by, another period arrived when Zhang Pu would take leave from school.
The auction Liu Yingde had mentioned—far grander than the one previously held at Yueyao Manor—was about to begin.
Zhang Pu decided to attend!
This auction, too, was held underground, but it gathered treasures from all five eastern provinces. That meant that rare items hoarded in secret by various individuals would be revealed and auctioned for the first time.

After requesting leave, Zhang Pu set out ahead of time, bringing Liu Yingde and two trusted disciples of Wuguimen to their destination by car, determined not to miss a moment. There was no telling if the very first item up for bid might not be something he desired!
Now that he had truly entered the Foundation Establishment stage, he was a genuine cultivator.
Having reached this realm, Zhang Pu could learn many minor techniques of the cultivation world and begin refining pills. On Earth, there were almost no ready-made materials such as those required for crafting puppets, pill furnaces, or teleportation arrays.
These resources might not even exist in their most primitive form on Earth, but he could create them himself—evolving from the lowest-grade materials step by step, just as life on Earth had evolved into humanity. Zhang Pu was confident he would succeed, for he possessed a millennium of experience in the world of cultivation!
When the time came, he would produce these things as if performing magic—useful not only for dealing with evildoers on this planet, but also helping him cultivate faster, so that one day he might return to his old world.
The auction was to be held in Jinmu District, one region beyond Qingwu.
Zhang Pu, Liu Yingde, and their companions arrived in Wulong Town, Jinmu District, a day in advance. The auction would take place somewhere underground in this very town.
On the day of their arrival, Zhang Pu immediately sensed the unusual bustle of the place. It was clear the town was rarely so lively—undoubtedly due to the upcoming event.
“Master Liu, it really is you! What an honor for my humble inn!”
When Liu Yingde led Zhang Pu and his two underlings to a modest but reputable inn, Zhang Pu was surprised to find the bald innkeeper recognized Liu Yingde.
Earlier, Liu Yingde had told Zhang Pu that this place was quiet—knowing he disliked crowds and guessing that the local hotels would be noisy with guests. Zhang Pu appreciated the arrangement.
He had no interest in ostentation or fanfare; he’d come to Wulong Town in Jinmu District only in pursuit of the auction’s treasures.
Judging by the innkeeper’s respectful attitude—the constant “Master, Master”—Zhang Pu guessed that either Liu Yingde’s Wuguimen had extended its influence into Jinmu District, or the innkeeper was originally from the Qingwu area and had once benefited from Liu Yingde’s supernatural talents.
Whatever the case, Zhang Pu had no desire to delve into such trivial matters.
Though the inn was neither luxurious nor grand, it was indeed tranquil and clean—just what he liked. For now, he intended to keep a low profile in all things.

The innkeeper provided Zhang Pu, Liu Yingde, and their party with three rooms upstairs, exactly as they had requested: one for Zhang Pu, one for Liu Yingde, and one for the two disciples.
Zhang Pu disliked being disturbed, as he planned to cultivate at night. Liu Yingde and the others understood this, so after dark, Zhang Pu’s door remained firmly closed.
Yet that night, as Zhang Pu sat alone in his room, he found himself unable to focus on his chosen practice.
It might be natural for someone to feel unsettled in a new place and become distracted from their plans, but could such a thing really happen to someone who had spent a thousand years in the cultivation world?
Of course not!
The truth was, from the moment Zhang Pu set foot in Wulong Town, he felt as if something—some presence—was waiting for him.
The sensation was so intense that he found himself helpless before it.
He simply knew, deep in his heart, that something here awaited him—perhaps more than just the treasures of the auction.
But what else could be waiting for him in this remote corner of Jinmu District? For now, he had no answer.
Restless under the weight of this mysterious feeling, Zhang Pu could neither sleep nor meditate.
At last, as if compelled by some unseen force, he quietly left his room.
Intending only to stroll outside for a bit, he found himself in the inn’s lounge, where Liu Yingde, the bald innkeeper, and one or two strangers were engaged in conversation.
Liu Yingde immediately noticed Zhang Pu’s arrival, and was about to rise and greet him—but Zhang Pu quickly signaled with his eyes, and Liu Yingde instantly understood.