Nine Hundred Year Old Blood Lingzhi

"So many people..." Xiao Ming and his crew were left in awe at the sheer number of cultivators gathered for the auction.

The hall was teeming with energy, and Xiao Ming's sharp eyes quickly assessed the strength of those around him.

He noticed that nearly everyone present had reached at least the Houtian Liquid Realm, with the majority being at the Xiantian Core Realm.

Among the crowd, there were even a few experts from the Mortal Soul Realm, whose auras were so refined that Xiao Ming could barely track their presence.

The ones without an aura were the most enigmatic of all.

With no discernible energy signature, it was impossible to judge their strength with just a glance.

These were the individuals to be wary of—silent, observant, and perhaps far more dangerous than they appeared.

Bai Zihua and the rest of the group exchanged solemn glances as they took in the sight before them.