112: trade

After all, if the commander were afraid, he would have left long ago and wouldn't be staying here to wait for Li Changfeng.

"Tell me, what do you want with me?" Li Changfeng asked, his curiosity piqued.

He had originally thought that all these soldiers would have left.

But the commander had remained, and from his tone, it seemed he had a favor to ask.

"Young Master, actually, I just wanted to..." The commander started to speak, but was interrupted.

"We don't even know who you are yet. Tell us who you are first," Nan Qingyue said with a look of vigilance.

The person before them was, after all, from Mulan Manor.

Nan Qingyue couldn't trust him; at the very least, she needed to know his identity.

"Uh, Miss, I am Wang Yi, the commander of the Auction House." Wang Yi raised his head and looked at Nan Qingyue as he spoke.

This girl is truly beautiful.

It would be wonderful if she were my wife.

Wang Yi was lost in his fantasies when he was interrupted once again.

"What are you thinking about? Look at that gaze of yours!" Nan Qingyue snorted coldly, giving Wang Yi quite a fright.

Wang Yi coughed several times, trying his best to compose himself.

After a long while.

Wang Yi finally spoke slowly, "Actually, Young Master, it's like this: I am part of the guard unit sent by Mulan Manor."

"My primary mission is to protect the Auction House and also to protect the Young Master of Mulan Manor."

"A few days ago, Qing Wu of the Immortal Country's Twelve Cloud Riders escaped, and the Young Lord was killed."

"Word of this has already reached Mulan Manor. When the Sect Master found out, he was furious and actually wants to use me as a scapegoat for his anger."

As Wang Yi reached this point, he let out a long sigh, sounding utterly helpless.

Wang Yi felt he had sacrificed much for Mulan Manor, yet this was the fate he was met with.

Wang Yi was unwilling; he didn't want to be killed just like that.

So he was trying everything possible, using his own methods to save himself.

He wanted to live!

"But how did you find out? That the Sect Master of Mulan Manor is going to move against you!" Nan Qingyue's eyes sharpened as she found a suspicious point in Wang Yi's words.

Nan Qingyue didn't trust Wang Yi at all.

After all, Wang Yi was a man of Mulan Manor, and everyone was well aware of Mulan Manor's ambitions.

This time, at the Immortal Sect Tournament, Mulan Manor had made quite a few moves.

As such, one had to be extra vigilant regarding Mulan Manor.

"Actually, a friend of mine in Mulan Manor sent a carrier pigeon to tell me. The Sect Master is about to strike, so I must save myself!" Wang Yi clenched his fists tightly.

"Otherwise, my only end is death!" Wang Yi took a sharp breath, his heart trembling.

If there were any other way.

Wang Yi wouldn't have chosen such a path.

In truth, Wang Yi also wanted to live a good life.

"Then how do you want me to help you?" Li Changfeng asked.

Mulan Manor's strength was not small, and Yizhou City was within Mulan Manor's sphere of influence.

Trying to pull something off in Yizhou City was not very realistic!

"Exactly. It's not like you don't know this is Yizhou City, Mulan Manor's territory. How can the two of us help you? So, forget it, we have other things to do." Nan Qingyue didn't want to get involved.

"Master, let's go. Junior Brother is still waiting for us to save him. We need to get the Seven-Colored Powder quickly!" Nan Qingyue clenched her fists.

This time, the Divine Sword Sect's group had already been scattered.

Furthermore, Situ Jiu had been poisoned and was in a dangerous situation.

This made matters even more difficult to handle.

The most urgent matter now was to heal Situ Jiu as soon as possible.

"Wait! You want the Seven-Colored Powder?" Wang Yi was unwilling to give up; he didn't want to let them go just like that.

To Wang Yi, these two were his life-saving straws; only if they acted.

Would Wang Yi have a chance to survive.

"That's right." Li Changfeng didn't hide the matter and nodded slightly.

"Young Master, Miss, perhaps I have a way!" Wang Yi's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

"You have a way? What way? Let's hear it!" Nan Qingyue turned back, stopping her steps to stand before Wang Yi.

What Situ Jiu lacked right now was the Seven-Colored Powder.

As long as they had the Seven-Colored Powder, Situ Jiu would be saved.

Nan Qingyue's eyes brightened; she saw hope.

"There will be an item at the Auction House tonight, and it's the Seven-Colored Powder!" Wang Yi grinned as he revealed this important clue.

"We already knew that." Nan Qingyue said with a look of disdain.

Then, Nan Qingyue stood up and grabbed Li Changfeng's arm, ready to leave.

Wang Yi's pupils constricted. Seeing this, he hurriedly shouted, "Wait, there's one more thing!"

Upon hearing those words.

Li Changfeng and Nan Qingyue stopped and slowly turned back.

"What else?" Nan Qingyue asked curiously, her brow furrowed.

"If you have something to say, say it all at once. Otherwise, I won't have the patience." Li Changfeng's lips curled into a smirk as he looked at Wang Yi.

Wang Yi nodded vigorously, being very obedient at this moment.

This concerned his life, after all.

Wang Yi didn't dare to be the least bit careless; if he angered these two, there would likely be no good outcome.

"The Auction House will have the Seven-Colored Powder as an item. Someone will deliver it to the Auction House at midnight. If you intercept the Seven-Colored Powder before it enters the Auction House, you can take it without bidding." Wang Yi grinned.

Hearing this.

Li Changfeng and Nan Qingyue exchanged a glance and both nodded.

Not having to spend money was a good thing for Li Changfeng.

However, snatching the Seven-Colored Powder from those people's hands would be no easy task.

"The risk in doing this is too great." Li Changfeng's face darkened.

"Exactly. What if this guy is setting us up? Deliberately sending us there just to surround and capture us? What would we do then?" Nan Qingyue said coldly.

These words were meant for Wang Yi's ears.

This was the first time she had met Wang Yi, so Nan Qingyue didn't trust him.

In fact, Li Changfeng didn't trust him either; after all, he wasn't one of their own.

"Do you have any other way? For example, a way to enter the Auction House?" Li Changfeng asked curiously.

Nan Qingyue fell silent; she couldn't guess her master's thoughts.

Wang Yi looked up at Li Changfeng, his eyes lighting up with a look of surprise and joy.

"Yes! Of course there is!" Wang Yi nodded vigorously.

"What's the way?" Li Changfeng said slowly. He took a deep breath; by now, he already had a plan.

Wang Yi paused for a moment before saying, "I can bring you into the Auction House; it's just a matter of changing clothes."

"You mean you want us to disguise ourselves as soldiers and then enter the Auction House?" Nan Qingyue asked curiously.

Wang Yi nodded, "Exactly, that's it!"

To enter the Auction House directly, one had to have an Invitation.

Without an Invitation, no one could get in, no matter who they were.