Thinking of the terrifying existence of the Priest from the Dragon Capturing Race, Fang Ruoxue couldn’t help but feel a cold chill through her body, her heart filled with an inexplicable fear.

When she was very young, she personally saw her admired master, the Sect Master of the Qingyao Sect, kneeling and kowtowing before that Priestess, and being stepped on the head by her.

Later, she learned that her pride, the Qingyao Sect, was merely a subsidiary power of the Dragon Capturing Race; and the master she worshipped and respected was just a pawn of the Dragon Capturing Race.

The Dragon Capturing Race, like the legendary Dragon Taming Race, has existed for more than six hundred years, its profound foundation and widespread influence are beyond ordinary imagination.

"Has the Priestess arrived in Yang City?"

"Not yet..."

The female assistant’s lips trembled as she said, "The sect just sent a message, saying the Priestess’s private plane will land at Yangcheng Airport in an hour, and the sect asks for the President to receive the Priestess."

Fang Ruoxue didn’t dare delay, "Prepare at once, head to the airport immediately."

"Yes, President!"

Afterwards.

Fang Ruoxue hurriedly changed into formal attire and went to the airport early to wait.

In the long wait, she finally saw that red silhouette.

Bright red double-layered tulle long dress, red high heels, red eyes, with a vibrant red flower pinned on the hair above her ears, the whole person looked alluring and exotic, like a Demoness walking out of hellish gore, daring not to be stared at directly.

Following behind that red silhouette was a strong and burly blue-faced man, even from a distance, a terrifying ominous air could be felt.

Fang Ruoxue dared not hesitate, hastily stepped forward to bow and greet.

"Fang Ruoxue, disciple of Qingyao Sect, greets the Priestess."

"It’s an honor to have the Priestess arrive, apologies for my insufficient welcome, please forgive me."

Liu Bingyue seemed not to favor this courtesy, glanced indifferently at Fang Ruoxue, blandly said, "Find me a secluded place."

"Yes, Priestess."

Fang Ruoxue raised her head and stealthily took a look at Liu Bingyue, only then noticing a hint of illness in Liu Bingyue’s expression, that absolutely enchanting face showing signs of fatigue, clearly injured.

Yet she dared not inquire more.

Liu Bingyue walked forward unhurriedly, with each step, the white jade feet under her skirt faintly appearing, just like an artistic treasure, arousing imagination.

Suddenly said, "On the way here, I seemed to hear that a certain auction house in Yang City has Spirit Crane Pill."

Fang Ruoxue nodded, "Indeed."

Liu Bingyue: "I need one."

Her tone was flat to the point of emotionless, yet conveyed an oppressive feeling of undeniable authority.

Fang Ruoxue’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat, daring not to delay, "Yes, Priestess!"

"..."

...

Time flows like water.

In an instant, the day of the auction arrived.

On this day.

At dusk.

Sun Zhe was bare-chested, covered in sweat, swinging a rusty Dragon-slaying Sword in the yard, diligently practicing his "Lingao Swordsmanship".

In fact, he had been practicing in the past few days, because anticipating the possibility of a formidable enemy arriving, he wished to enhance his strength as much as possible.

Also because he wanted to keep himself busy, avoiding thoughts about women’s matters, thus he threw himself into grueling training every day.

Now, he has made some progress.

His use of the sword and swordsmanship was not flawless, yet skillful enough.

Wearing yoga clothes, Zhu Yan with fragrant sweat glistening all over her walked in with sexy long legs, saying, "Alright you rascal, the auction is about to start, we should get going."

"Okay."

Sun Zhe exhaled heavily, then put the Dragon-slaying Sword into his Storage Treasure and headed towards the living room.

Zhu Yan followed him, asked, "How’s the Little Dragon Girl?"

Sun Zhe shook his head, "Since that day, she has been asleep all along."

Zhu Yan sighed softly, "Hopefully, nothing’s wrong with her."

Sun Zhe asked, "By the way, how’s your cultivation of ’Extreme Yin Witchcraft’ coming along?"

"Well, not too bad, last night went to Yu Shu’s place, discussed together, felt quite rewarding."

"..."

...

After a shower and change of clothes, Sun Zhe and Zhu Yan happily headed out.

Seeing Zhu Yan dressed in a strapless, body-hugging dress and sheer stockings high heels, Sun Zhe was unable to restrain his restless mind, even driving was reckless, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on Zhu Yan’s leg, and kept touching from getting on the car till getting off.

Zhu Yan also felt quite helpless about it.

The newly changed panties turned soaking wet just upon stepping out.

Shortly after.

The two arrived at the auction site of the Hongbao Auction House.

The spacious and luxurious hall seemed like a plaza, tables filled with high-end wine and snacks, suited men and heavily made-up women interspersed among them.

After displaying the entrance ticket given by Jiang Yushu, Sun Zhe was warmly and thoughtfully led by the staff to a first-class private box on the second floor.

In the box.

Sun Zhe sat cross-legged on the couch, looking at the auction list on the coffee table while brushing Zhu Yan’s silky legs with his hands.

Zhu Yan was busy taking photos to post on social media, showing off a bit, after all, such high-level auctions are not accessible to ordinary people.

Participating once, naturally must take photos to post and commemorate.

...

"Sun Zhe!"

Just as Sun Zhe was carefully watching the auction list, a sweet yet cold voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

Sun Zhe got frightened, shivering all over, felt a stab of pain in his brain, reached out to rub his temples, "Who’s calling me?!"

"It’s me."

The cold voice of the Little Dragon Girl sounded again in his mind.

Upon hearing those words, Sun Zhe paused, looked around, then met Zhu Yan’s curious eyes, gestured for her to be quiet, said, "Aren’t you sleeping?"

Little Dragon Girl said, "I’m healing, have been observing the outside world, I know everything you see and hear."

Feeling his heart tremble upon hearing this, Sun Zhe asked, "Paying attention to the outside world all along... What I’ve done these days, do you know them all?"

Little Dragon Girl’s tone was indifferent, "I have no interest in your affairs. You should know how to use Divine Sense, speak with me through Divine Sense without speaking aloud."

Sun Zhe stayed quiet for a moment, cautiously asked in his mind, "Did you find me for something?"

Little Dragon Girl candidly said, "Immortal Dew is useful, it can help me heal."

Sun Zhe’s gaze narrowed, eyes landing on the auction list, "Are you referring to this item?"

"I need it to heal."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe looked at the marked price under the Immortal Dew picture, and couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly.

"Ten million... What the—"

"Alright, Dragon Sis, I’ll try to get it later."

Little Dragon Girl’s tone sank slightly, "I am female!"

Sun Zhe quickly changed his tone, "Sister Dragon!"

"Remember to send it to me after obtaining it."

Little Dragon Girl seemed unwilling to deal with him further, gave a brief instruction and then quieted down.

"What if it can’t be obtained... What should I do?"

"Can’t get it, I’ll eat you."

"..."