Chapter Sixty: The Three Great Ancient Beast Clans

Green Sandalwood looked at the cup of tea shoved before her, her expression layered with complexity. The Immortal Treasures Pavilion’s tea and dishes certainly lived up to their lofty price—renowned as the finest in the Immortal Realm, they were not so easily dismissed as Junyang had done earlier. Left with no choice, she picked up the kettle and poured herself a cup with resignation.

As the waiter had promised, the food arrived swiftly. One dish after another filled the entire table, and when there was finally no more space left, Junyang signaled to stop.

Junyang picked up his chopsticks, tasted a bite, and raised his eyebrows in surprise—the flavor was unexpectedly good. He then served a portion to You Xiyue.

There was still half an hour before the auction began, and outside, the commotion grew louder, the din rising from the first floor to the third.

Yet, at a certain moment, the lively clamor suddenly ceased, replaced by an uncanny silence.

Junyang, who had been serving You Xiyue, paused mid-motion.

Green Sandalwood sensed the oddity as well, glancing curiously at the closed door of their private room. She was tempted to extend her divine sense and investigate, but before it could reach the first floor, an intimidating force repelled it.

Green Sandalwood withdrew her divine sense, breaking out in a cold sweat.

You Xiyue cast a sideways glance at the pair.

She hadn’t been interested in the commotion downstairs, but now curiosity was piqued.

Just as she was about to use her own divine sense to explore, Junyang stopped her.

“Little Ancestor, there’s no need—it’s the Sacred Realm.”

“The Sacred Realm? You know them?” You Xiyue asked.

Green Sandalwood, hearing Junyang’s words, looked at him with curiosity.

Junyang scratched his forehead. “I’m somewhat acquainted.”

“Somewhat acquainted?” The rarely stirred curiosity in You Xiyue rose again. “Are they from the Divine Beast Clan?”

Junyang glanced at Green Sandalwood, who was waiting for gossip, and frowned.

You Xiyue said, “Don’t worry about him.”

With that, she sealed both the vision and hearing of Green Sandalwood and the two maids behind her.

Green Sandalwood was dumbfounded. Was this even possible?

The two maids grew anxious, wanting to protest, but You Xiyue immobilized them with a single gesture.

“Go ahead. I set up a protective formation in this room long ago—no one outside can sense us,” You Xiyue said expectantly.

“It’s the ancient Azure Dragon Clan, but only the younger generation.”

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“Ancient Azure Dragon Clan? Then that ancient Azure Dragon Sword you have—”

Junyang replied sheepishly, “I snatched it when I was young.”

“Someone from the Sacred Realm…” You Xiyue mused, “Why would they come to the Immortal Realm? Could there be something at this auction that even the Sacred Realm covets?”

That was precisely what Junyang wondered as well. He hadn’t expected that members of the Sacred Realm would come to this humble Immortal Realm.

While the two puzzled over this, another uproar erupted outside.

You Xiyue and Junyang exchanged glances, even more astonished.

Junyang lost his appetite. “The ancient Candle Dragon Clan from the Sacred Realm has arrived too.”

A mischievous smile flickered in You Xiyue’s eyes.

Junyang had always disliked the Candle Dragon Clan—their patriarch wore the bright red robes Junyang detested. Tens of thousands of years ago, he would often drag Junyang into fights. After the Teng Snake Clan was banished from the Divine Realm, such encounters became rare, but thinking of the Candle Dragon patriarch still made Junyang scratch his head.

You Xiyue seldom smiled, and whenever she did, Junyang always felt uneasy. This time, it was even more unsettling.

“Little Ancestor, what are you thinking?”

You Xiyue’s smile faded, and she replied seriously, “Nothing at all.”

Junyang looked at her wryly; her expression betrayed her words.

“Will more arrive? Aren’t there ten ancient beast clans?”

Junyang couldn’t say for sure. “Two ancient beast clans descending from the Sacred Realm is already sensational. This is the Immortal Realm, and who knows what the auction has to offer to cause such a stir.”

You Xiyue was also curious. “Is there anything the ancient beast clans especially need?”

“Especially need…?” Junyang propped his chin in his hand, pondering. “I can’t recall anything in particular.”

As they discussed, another member of the ancient beast clans—this time from the Qilin Clan, also banished from the Divine Realm—entered.

“It’s truly lively,” You Xiyue couldn’t help but remark.

Junyang chuckled. “It’s almost like a summit of the ancient beast clans.”

Fortunately, no other clans descended.

Downstairs, the three ancient clans faced each other, exchanging polite words, but their eyes brimmed with rivalry, each seemingly intent on claiming today’s prize.

The waiter led the three clans up to private rooms on the third floor.

Coincidentally, the Candle Dragon and Azure Dragon clans were situated on either side of You Xiyue’s room, while the Qilin Clan occupied the room adjacent to the Azure Dragon Clan.

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Junyang trusted You Xiyue’s protective formation completely.

Breaking through the Little Ancestor’s shield would be beyond even these powerful clans, yet the tighter the security, the more it drew attention.

People are ever curious about the unknown; the more impenetrable their room, the more others wished to probe its secrets.

As Junyang expected, the Azure Dragon Clan, upon settling in, noticed something odd about the neighboring room.

Qingzhi nudged her second brother, Qingmo, whispering, “Second Brother, something’s off with the room next door.”

Qingmo affectionately tapped his little sister’s nose. “Isn’t the Kirin Clan on the other side? What’s wrong?”

“Not to the west, but the east.”

“The east?” Qingmo cautiously extended his divine sense, only to be blocked by a powerful barrier. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t penetrate it.

“How intriguing.”

“Right? There must be a master in that room!”

Qingmo withdrew his divine sense, patting Qingzhi’s head. “It seems the occupant is no ordinary guest.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Qing Yide took a sip of tea, amused by his children’s hushed conversation.

Qingzhi hopped off her chair, ran over, and pulled Qing Yide down to whisper in his ear, “Father, there’s a master next door.”

“A master?” Qing Yide scoffed. “Is the Kirin Clan, banished from the Divine Realm, a master?”

Qingmo shook his head mysteriously and pointed to You Xiyue’s room. “That one—I couldn’t probe it, there’s a protective formation.”

Qing Yide was genuinely surprised. Qingmo’s cultivation was unmatched in the Immortal Realm—even among the Candle Dragon and Kirin juniors, he was superior. For a formation in the Immortal Realm to withstand his probing was unheard of.

Qing Yide glanced at his children and released his own divine sense.

Repeated attempts to invade another’s privacy are always unwelcome; You Xiyue responded with a powerful spiritual pressure that instantly suppressed Qing Yide’s divine sense as it approached the barrier.

Qing Yide broke into a cold sweat, his expression sour.

Qingmo grew anxious. “Father, what’s wrong?”

Qing Yide quickly withdrew his divine sense, wiped his brow, and drank some tea to steady himself. “The occupant next door is not to be trifled with.”

“Not to be trifled with?” It was the first time Qingmo had heard his father say such a thing. The Azure Dragon Clan held great prestige in the Sacred Realm; never had he heard an elder caution against anyone.