Chapter 57: Are You Teaching Me How to Do My Job? [Thanks to Pearls in Milk Tea for…]
Chapter 57: Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?
In a private room within the auction hall, the sword master Dou Luo Chenxin sat with his eyes closed, meditating. Suddenly, he sensed a surge of energy erupting from the auction floor. His eyes snapped open, and a faint smile curved his lips.
“He’s here, this kid—hahaha.”
Though Ning Fengzhi was a support-type soul master, his strength was far from ordinary; it was undeniable and solid. He could clearly sense the source of the intense aura.
Glancing in that direction, Ning Fengzhi’s lips curled into a slight smile. He had been to this auction many times before and had witnessed countless sales of slave girls. Having seen so much, he had grown somewhat numb.
He had thought about dismantling this auction house. Despite the complex noble influences involved, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect could easily ignore them. To true powerhouses, nobles were nothing.
But he knew well that even if the auction were destroyed, another place would rise to continue the trade. As long as profit existed, such acts would never cease. So, Ning Fengzhi did what he could: quietly buying these girls, bringing them back to the sect, teaching them how to live, so they could exist as true human beings.
Now, Ning Fengzhi found himself increasingly impressed with this child.
“Sword Uncle, now?”
“No rush. This kid absolutely has the ability to go head-to-head with a Soul Saint. That shield isn’t simple. Let him try first; when he can’t hold on, I’ll step in. Besides, he has a good teacher—he doesn’t need our protection.”
Everyone’s attention was captured by the girl locked in the iron cage at the auction platform. But the sudden shift in the atmosphere drained the desire that had been stirred by their hormones, as if doused by a bucket of cold water.
Some were angry at the disruption, while others wore expressions of amusement, as if watching a play.
The host on the platform looked extremely pale, barely able to stand. His hands holding the microphone and his feet trembled slightly. Cold sweat covered his cheeks, his eyes filled with terror.
As the host, most of Zhong Yan’s anger was directed at him. Facing the overwhelming aura, the weight on his shoulders felt like a mountain, threatening to crush him.
The host felt utterly helpless and on the verge of tears. He had never imagined the situation would escalate like this. Though auctions of slave girls were nothing new, this was the first time he had seen such a scene.
Truth be told, few dared to cause trouble here, given the backing of the auction house. But nothing was absolute. In a world where extraordinary power reigned, absolute strength was the ultimate backing. There were always people behind the auction house whom even the auction dared not provoke.
But this time, the troublemaker sat in the red VIP section. Those who occupied that area were hardly ordinary. Not to mention the terrifying aura radiating from one man, even the person beside him was like a living Buddha.
The host knew the man was none other than the Crown Prince of the Tian Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe.
He dared not make a single move, praying silently that this distinguished guest would not act rashly, and hoping the auction’s security would arrive soon to protect him—and to restrain this guest.
The auction house quickly responded. Within moments, over a dozen security personnel rushed into the hall.
“Let’s see who dares cause trouble here!” A voice laced with soul power echoed throughout the hall. A middle-aged man appeared on the auction platform, hands clasped behind his back, eyes scanning the room. Seven soul rings floated around him—he was a Soul Saint, radiating a terrifying and overwhelming soul force that made the atmosphere heavy.
With the arrival of the Soul Saint, the host felt the pressure on him ease considerably.
As a Soul Saint, the man quickly pinpointed the source of the disruptive aura, his sharp gaze fixed on a high private box behind the auction seats.
“Bang!” The glass in front of the box, originally meant for viewing the items, shattered suddenly. Zhong Yan, clad in the Emperor’s robe, appeared. He took a step forward, as if stepping onto nothingness, and with each step, golden blossoms bloomed and faded on the ground, as if celebrating the arrival of a king.
The middle-aged Soul Saint sneered disdainfully.
“I thought someone was causing trouble in the auction, but it’s just an ignorant brat.”
He didn’t look at Zhong Yan but turned to say in a deep voice infused with soul power, “What are you all standing there for? Take the items away. If a small stone or something gets broken, it won’t be sold.”
Immediately, four staff members began approaching the iron cage imprisoning the girl, while the dozen or so security personnel stationed themselves before the other VIPs. No one doubted that the Soul Saint could handle this kid; this was just a show for the other guests to enjoy and a reminder of the auction house’s prestige.
But just as everyone thought events would proceed according to plan, things took a turn.
Four rocky spines shot up around the iron cage, extending golden light screens that locked the cage inside and sent the four staff flying back.
Amid the stunned crowd, a calm voice echoed through the hall.
“Why the rush? I never said you could leave.”
“Looks like I need to teach you a lesson about how to behave!” The middle-aged Soul Saint said, releasing a terrifying soul force from his body. Seven soul rings circled him as a wave of energy surged out.
“Oh? Are you trying to teach me how to do things?”
P.S.: To explain why they didn’t recognize Zhong Yan—even though he was the Sacred Son of the Martial Soul Hall—he was newly appointed and rarely appeared in public. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed to send Salas to notify the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. If he had gone alone, low-key, to declare himself Sacred Son, do you think the people at the sect’s gate would have believed him? As for the token, the guards wouldn’t recognize such a high-level one.
(End of chapter)