Twisted Dreams

South Sea, Great Black Mountain.

It was already autumn, and there was a chill on the mountain.

At various entrances of Great Black Mountain, the sheriff pulled up security lines.

Any climber wanting to go up the mountain would be stopped.

The Desire Exchange Auction is held at Great Black Mountain.

To prevent ordinary people from accidentally entering, Great Black Mountain is closed today.

Those extraordinary beings wishing to ascend as per the forum’s location could only do so from steep cliffs or high slopes.

For those extraordinary beings, not using the mountain path is no problem.

If even this can’t be climbed, it means the extraordinary being’s cultivation is not sufficient enough, their Spiritual Power isn’t utilized, so they might as well not attend this auction.

This auction might present dangers.

As the Security Administration maintaining public order, they can’t allow bloodshed incidents at the auction.

This auction is hosted by the Demon Club; the Security Administration can’t stop it but can only try to prevent any unwanted events from happening.

Moreover, the Security Administration also wants to attend this auction.

Fortunately, Demon Club doesn’t mind little meddling from the Security Administration.

Xiang Kunlun held the thin boy Aksu’s hand, walked to a cliff, and said:

"Aksu, Teacher will carry you, and you will be my eyes."

Xiang Kunlun crouched down, and Aksu obediently climbed onto the teacher’s back.

Aksu already suspected that Teacher Xiang was a legendary extraordinary being, and today he firmly believed in his thought.

Xiang Kunlun was very frail and elderly but could easily lift Aksu.

Xiang Kunlun bent his legs to gather strength, then abruptly leaped, carrying Aksu like a monkey, flying along the cliff.

Aksu didn’t feel afraid; he even found it exhilarating.

Xiang Kunlun breathed heavily, and midway he grabbed onto a crooked-neck tree to rest for a moment.

At the mountaintop, Xiang Kunlun lightly panted, his forehead now dotted with fine sweat beads.

Although Xiang Kunlun obtained extraordinary power, he never cultivated his Spiritual Power.

He didn’t care whether he could have mythic means; he just wanted to teach his students well.

In his view, cultivating Spiritual Power is a complete waste of time; with that free time, it’s better to teach more students.

Xiang Kunlun, guided by Aksu, went in a specific direction.

After walking for who knows how long, Aksu suddenly said:

"Teacher, there’s someone ahead. They’re wearing a black suit."

Xiang Kunlun knew these were the administrators from the Security Administration.

He tidied his clothing and held Aksu’s hand, heading towards them.

"Stop."

The administrator reached out to prevent Xiang Kunlun from proceeding.

Xiang Kunlun cupped his hands and said:

"I am Xiang Kunlun, here to attend the auction."

The two administrators glanced at Xiang Kunlun and Aksu suspiciously.

The old blind man’s Spiritual Power was very weak, while Aksu was completely ordinary.

These two probably exhausted all their strength just to climb the mountain.

The two administrators exchanged a look and respectfully said to Xiang Kunlun:

"Sir, please step onto the Spirit Mirror."

The trail had a large mirror on the ground.

The mirror was engraved with mysterious runes, with faint Spiritual Power flowing on its surface.

This is the Spirit Mirror, refined and developed by Senior Administrator Ye Fan.

When any creature steps on the mirror, it elicits a special reaction; the color of the reaction determines the strength of the creature’s Spiritual Power.

This serves as the final barrier to prevent ordinary people from entering the auction.

If any extraordinary beings bring their family to join in, they’ll be asked to leave by the Security Administration.

This auction is a mix of all kinds, and the Security Administration can’t guarantee what dangers may arise inside.

If anything happens, resulting in the death of ordinary people, the Security Administration would be at fault.

Xiang Kunlun and Aksu went up.

The mirror emitted a slight glow.

Xiang Kunlun’s Spiritual Power was displayed as red, indicating the weakest level.

Aksu had no Spiritual Power and was an ordinary person.

The administrator cupped his hands and kindly said:

"You two should go back; it’s quite dangerous here and not suitable for you."

Xiang Kunlun was troubled, softly pleading:

"I have reasons to attend; could you let us in?"

Xiang Kunlun hoped to try his luck at the auction, hoping to find the treasure to save his student.

Xiang Kunlun couldn’t stand and watch his student die.

The administrators thought Xiang Kunlun was one of those stubborn, ignorant elders wanting to take his grandson for a fun time at the auction.

They patiently persuaded Xiang Kunlun:

"Sir, I understand you want to broaden your grandson’s horizons, but it’s quite dangerous here."

"We have regulations; ordinary people can’t enter, and your level is too low—it’s not suitable in here."

Xiang Kunlun held Aksu’s hand, standing before the mirror, unwilling to leave.

At that moment, a dozen extraordinary beings leaped up from below the cliff, and the wind from their entrance tousled Aksu’s hair.

Aksu watched these people in amazement.

Those people carried a dense sense of oppression; it was obvious they were strong.

The leading man cupped his hands to the administrator, smiling:

"Qilin Sect—Zhao Dayong greets the officers!"

Hearing the words Qilin Sect, the administrators’ faces showed displeasure.

Qilin Sect is a group that praises the Xie Qilin.

Though they act arrogantly, they haven’t committed trouble or evil deeds, and administrators can’t detain them without reason.

One can’t convict them just because they admire a villain.

The administrators coldly faced them, letting them go one by one to the Spirit Mirror and then allowing them entry.

Before leaving, Zhao Dayong turned back to glance at Xiang Kunlun and Aksu, grinning:

"Old man, if you want to have fun with the kids, why not go to an amusement park? Why come here?"

Other Qilin Sect disciples also giggled and joked:

"Today’s old folks, not dancing in the square but coming to cause trouble here, aren’t you afraid of losing your life and ending your legacy."

Xiang Kunlun listened to their mocking, expressionless, stubbornly staying put.

Aksu clutched Xiang Kunlun’s hand in fear.

The administrator coldly said to the Qilin Sect group:

"Do you want to go in or not?

If not, get out!"

Zhao Dayong cupped his hands, chuckling:

"Going, going, don’t be mad, hahaha."

The Qilin Sect disciples entered the deepest part.

The administrator took a glance at Xiang Kunlun, helplessly shook his head, and spoke into his earpiece:

"Send two people to escort the old man and grandson down the mountain."

Aksu felt a bit disheartened.

Not because of the talk about Teacher’s low cultivation or feeling disappointed that Teacher is weak.

He was disappointed that, as Teacher mentioned, the auction held treasures that could save their classmates, yet there was no way to enter.

"Teacher... shall we go?"

Aksu looked up and whispered.

Actually, these children from remote areas have always compromised; this situation was no exception.

Xiang Kunlun stubbornly stood, his face filled with worry:

"No, we can’t leave."

At this moment, two people walked over from afar.

A man and a woman.

The young man sported shabby blonde hair, and his arm had a tattoo saying ’義’.

The woman wore a white dress, her appearance was beautiful.

Seeing the young man, the administrator instantly stood upright respectfully, immediately cupping his hands:

"Ye Demon Department!"

This young man and woman were the Security Administration’s Demon Race Market Official—Ye Fan, and the Prime Minister of Changbai Mountain Demon Race—Fox Xiaosan.

Ye Fan was astonished, running over, looking at Xiang Kunlun filled with joy:

"Mr. Xiang, why are you here?!"

Fox Xiaosan approached gracefully, humbly bowing:

"Greetings, Mr. Xiang!"

Xiang Kunlun recognized the voices of Ye Fan and Fox Xiaosan, his lips quivered:

"I-I want to go in."

Ye Fan looked towards the administrator:

"What’s going on?"

The two administrators were shocked witnessing this scene.

This seemingly ordinary old man actually knew Senior Administrator Ye Fan and the Prime Minister Fox Xiaosan?!

The administrators quickly explained the situation to Ye Fan.

Fox Xiaosan chuckled lightly:

"If Mr. Xiang wants to go in, my Demon Race will accompany him, and any incident is on us."

Ye Fan glanced at Fox Xiaosan, then addressed the administrator courteously:

"Sirs, I shall escort Mr. Xiang inside, and I’ll explain to the bureau chief later."

The administrators wouldn’t argue further.

Today, Ye Fan was managing the security of Great Black Mountain; if he decided to let someone through, informing the bureau chief wasn’t necessary.

Xiang Kunlun stepped past the Spirit Mirror, turning back to cup his hands to the administrators:

"Apologies for the trouble."