The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Five thousand?"

Everyone widened their eyes upon hearing the price.

The value of the Linglong Pagoda was not low; with a normal bid, it should have been sold for six thousand Supreme Grade Spirit Stones.

But offering five thousand right at the start was too high.

"Five thousand one hundred."

Someone increased the bid.

Though he wanted the Linglong Pagoda, considering the limited amount of Supreme Grade Spirit Stones he had, he could only increase the bid by a hundred each time.

"Five thousand five hundred!"

Gong Qingqiu raised the bid again.

The cultivator who originally intended to compete shrugged helplessly and gave up the contest.

Other cultivators recognized Gong Qingqiu and learned she was the City Lord of Whitefloat City, a Third Turn Quasi-Saint, backed by the Misty Sect and not someone to provoke, so they gradually withdrew from bidding.

After several rounds of bidding, Gong Qingqiu successfully purchased the Linglong Pagoda for six thousand Supreme Grade Spirit Stones.

The auction continued afterward.

However, the auction house no longer presented similar landmark structures, leaving Gong Qingqiu disappointed.

Half a day later, the auction concluded.

Gong Qingqiu also acquired several Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures needed to advance her cultivation level, preparing to impact the Four-Turn Quasi-Saint stage before leaving the auction house with the Linglong Pagoda.

Inside a teahouse.

Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing sat across from each other.

"City Lord, we need at least nine more landmark structures similar to the Linglong Pagoda, but there are none extra in Jiaoyang Holy City. What should we do?"

Li Wanqing asked.

"First, let's return to Whitefloat City, place the Linglong Pagoda in the city, and continue searching for new landmarks."

Gong Qingqiu replied.

If possible, she would definitely ask Ye Feng for help.

With his celestial means, Ye Feng could easily reach relics with over a million years of history with a single instant move and effortlessly acquire numerous landmarks.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng was in seclusion.

Soon, the two left Jiaoyang Holy City.

Not far away.

In another teahouse.

A young man in white robes and a woman in a red dress sat sipping tea while observing Li Wanqing and Gong Qingqiu, their eyes glinting with greed.

These two were Hong Miao and Baiyu.

Since they ascended from the North Pole Star System to the Shenzhou Continent, they joined the Wanzong Holy Land, rose to Supreme Elders, and secretly controlled Feng Chuan, becoming the true power behind the Wanzong Holy Land.

They had long coveted the Holy Grade Spirit Vein of the Misty Sect, eager to ascend Misty Peak and devour the vein.

"Husband, those two are elders of the Misty Sect. If we possess them, wouldn't we be able to infiltrate the Misty Sect?"

Hong Miao laughed softly.

"Wife, you're right."

Baiyu gently shook his fan, "However, since they're both women, if you possess Li Wanqing, does that mean I have to possess Gong Qingqiu?"

"Husband, to infiltrate the Misty Sect, what's a little gender sacrifice? Anyway, I always love your soul."

Hong Miao said tenderly.

"How about this, after we possess them, we'll keep our original bodies, and once we're strong enough, we can switch back."

Baiyu thought of this method.

"Sure!" Hong Miao nodded.

"In that case, let's follow them, and as soon as Li Wanqing and Gong Qingqiu are alone, we'll act immediately to possess them." Baiyu stood up, paid for the tea, and left with Hong Miao.

...

Whitefloat City.

Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing returned.

"Any gains, City Lord?"

The Deputy City Lord rushed to greet them upon their return, bowing.

"Yes!"

Gong Qingqiu nodded, extending her hand to reveal a seven-story stone pagoda compressed to half a foot high, with many ancient Sanskrit inscriptions faintly visible on its surface, obscure and challenging to understand.

"What is this?"

The Deputy City Lord pointed at the Linglong Pagoda.

"This is an ancient building at the Supreme Grade Spiritual Treasure level, commonly known as a landmark, named the Linglong Pagoda. Our Whitefloat City needs at least ten landmark buildings to ascend to Five-star status."

Gong Qingqiu explained.

"I see!"

The Deputy City Lord finally understood the last hurdle for Whitefloat City's Five-star promotion, feeling relieved.

Though landmark buildings are hard to find, with Whitefloat City's substantial financial resources, gathering ten landmarks is just a matter of time.

"Let me see where to place the Linglong Pagoda."

Gong Qingqiu flew into the sky, observing Whitefloat City below, her gaze falling on the southern part of a lake spanning several dozen miles. She found a triangular island with a perimeter of half a mile, five miles from the shore, suitable for placing the Linglong Pagoda.

"There it is!"

Gong Qingqiu tossed the Linglong Pagoda.

Buzz!

The Linglong Pagoda vibrated in the void, expanding to a height of a hundred meters, with a base diameter of fifteen meters, landing in the center of the island, exuding an ancient and heavy aura.

"The first landmark, done!"

Gong Qingqiu sighed in relief.

"Deputy City Lord, I'll continue searching for landmarks with Elder Li, and you stay put in Whitefloat City. Also, send people to search for suitable landmark structures; report back once there is news."

"I'll do it right away!" The Deputy City Lord nodded.

"Let's continue looking for landmarks." Gong Qingqiu took Li Wanqing and stepped onto the teleportation array, disappearing.

Not far away.

Baiyu and Hong Miao watched coldly.

"So Gong Qingqiu is preparing for Whitefloat City's Five-star upgrade by traveling to find ancient landmark buildings."

"Wife, we can take this opportunity to follow and find the right time for a possession."

"Okay."

The two quickly followed.

...

Eastern Shenzhou Continent.

This area hosts an ancient battlefield stretching millions of miles, once a Five-star empire, but it perished in an apocalyptic war.

For countless years.

People have continually set foot on this ruin, trying to find the empire's heritage treasures, but most return empty-handed.

Sand sand sand!

Li Wanqing and Gong Qingqiu tore through the void, arriving here, landing on the ground, stepping on fine black sand, and looking at the surrounding ruins.

"It's all ruins here; there may not be any landmark buildings left, right?" Li Wanqing shrugged.

"Let's search again, maybe we'll find something."

Gong Qingqiu released her divine sense, scanning every piece of land here.

After half a cup of tea's time.

Gong Qingqiu found a broken stone tablet buried ten thousand meters underground and excavated it.

This stone tablet was three meters high, one meter wide, and three feet thick, weighing tens of thousands of tons, with an unusually high density.

"According to the empire's historical legend, this tablet should be the Spirit Suppressing Stele. Wherever it's placed, hundreds of miles around become peaceful and harmonious."

Gong Qingqiu analyzed while gently stroking the stone tablet.

"Does that mean the Spirit Suppressing Stele could become a landmark building?" Li Wanqing's eyes lit up.

"We still need to gather all the fragments, piece them together, and have a master craftsman restore it completely for it to count as a qualified landmark building, giving Whitefloat City a sense of historical depth."

Gong Qingqiu explained.

"No rush, I'll help you search slowly." Li Wanqing smiled charmingly, holding Gong Qingqiu's hand, they searched the ruins for the Spirit Suppressing Stele fragments.

In the distant void.

Two figures appeared out of thin air.

"Husband, when should we act?" Hong Miao held Baiyu's hand, resting her head on his shoulder, with a look of intimacy.

"Let's go now."

Baiyu took Hong Miao by the hand, leaping forward, appearing in front of Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing the next moment.

"Who?!"

Startled by the sudden appearance, Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing then relaxed after recognizing them as the two new Supreme Elders of the Wanzong Holy Land.

"It's us!"

Baiyu gently shook his folding fan gracefully, "Elder Gong, don't you remember us? We came to the Misty Sect's ascension celebration before."

"Of course, I remember. You are the Supreme Elders of the Wanzong Holy Land, Seniors Hong Miao and Baiyu, it's a pleasure to meet."

Gong Qingqiu saluted.

She was curious.

Why were these two Saint Realm Experts appearing in this desolate empire ruin?

"Since you remember, let's begin!"

Hong Miao chuckled.

"Begin what?"

Li Wanqing and Gong Qingqiu exchanged glances, seeing deep confusion in each other's eyes.

"Of course, it's to possess you!" Hong Miao said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing by the neck.

"Wife, don't be too rough. These are our future bodies; if you damage them, I'll be heartbroken."

Baiyu quickly reminded.

"Husband is right." Hong Miao nodded.

Possession?

Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing shared a glance, their eyes widening, questioning if they heard wrong.

Two Saint Realm beings attempting to possess them, two Quasi-Saints—were they out of their minds?

Though filled with countless questions, Gong Qingqiu and Li Wanqing unleashed a terrifying aura, attempting to break free from Hong Miao's constraint of Saint Might.

"Trying to escape? Not a chance!"

Hong Miao lightly exerted force, suppressing Li Wanqing's and Gong Qingqiu's souls into slumber, then they both tilted their heads and closed their eyes.