Chapter 38: The Auction.

Fortunately, Grandma Sheng did not linger inside for long. After a while, seeing that neither of them had awakened, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door.

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the private room has been vacant." With that, he led Murong Feifei upstairs.

Vague moans could be heard from within. A look of intense disgust flashed in Ning Xue's eyes, and she delivered a fierce kick to the door.

Moreover, this garment was being worn by Shi Ranran, whose popularity over the past few days rivaled that of an A-list celebrity.

The Tiansu Empire suddenly announced a ceasefire. That was simply insane. They had sufficient justification and enough military strength to continue, yet they chose to give the enemy time to catch their breath—if that wasn't brain-dead, what was?

Murong Feifei knew that the high-and-mighty Prince truly doted on her; to be precise, he indulged her without measure.

Countless people who witnessed the scene gasped in horror, covering their mouths. One must ask, what kind of beast would commit such a perverted and inhumane act?

Jiang Lin was terrified, her hair standing on end. Ignoring the backlash, she forcibly twisted her sword stance, slicing the blade horizontally.

Murong Xue was set down, and she slowly crawled toward the Immortal Yuqing, dragging a long trail of blood behind her.

With Sheng Hanye steadying her from behind, Shi Ranran felt much bolder.

Li Hao watched helplessly as his chess pieces dwindled, seemingly still unaware of what was happening.

Even if Wei Jingze ran to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to weep now, if the new Emperor ignored him, it would all be in vain! Unless Wei Jingze knelt at the temple for three days and three nights while they tried to build momentum for him—but there was certainly no time for that, as less than twelve hours remained before the court session the next morning.

On his way there, he sent his location to Wen Zhi, telling her not to worry and that he would definitely bring Meng Ning back safely. Perhaps she had just wanted to go out to clear her head; he urged her not to be so anxious.

"Don't ask me who your mother is. Who knows how your father suddenly ended up with a child? Back then, your shop was still a pharmacy; after you were born, it turned into a general store, and after that, I never saw you again."

Zhang Yi, meanwhile, harbored ill intentions. Although Wang Xudong appeared friendly on the surface and even called him brother, the man had lived for at least ten thousand years; how could he possibly give his heart away so easily?

"But I'm still a bit reluctant to leave. I feel like I've started to love life on this mountain!" Xu Yao lowered her head, looking embarrassed.

"A technique? Do you even know the cost? But never mind, since you've emerged, I cannot let either of you leave!" Hua Heng stomped his foot, and the skeletal remains on the ground began to stir.

A wave of earth-yellow divine power was released from the Earth God's Heavy Shield, entering Xuan Mo's body and his martial soul. It acted as a bridge, establishing a connection between the Earth God's heirloom artifact and Xuan Mo's own martial soul, the Earth God's Heavy Shield.

Some disciples of the Red Emperor Garden stood holding pill boxes, their final contribution after ten days of work. Yan Jingsu didn't need to look to know that it was impossible for the boxes to contain pills of higher than yellow-grade quality.

Although Gu Chen did not particularly wish for the two to fight, according to the original destiny, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was destined to be killed by Tang San.

Liu Yu looked at the private message, and the frustration that had filled his chest vanished instantly. He thought to himself that this rascal Lin Luo still had a bit of conscience.

They first examined Lin Xiaoxiao's limbs, then took out a stethoscope to listen, before lowering their voices to discuss.

Although no one mentioned that incident from years ago anymore, Chu Yun could judge from Uncle Yirong's words that his master, who had once been incomparably glorious, had been unsettled by the people of the Daluo Sect. Suffering a backlash that damaged his foundation, he had surely become a laughingstock and been mocked for a long time.

"Preposterous! The Emperor's favor is like rain and dew—a blessing. Instead of staying home and behaving yourself, you linger here. Are you waiting to be summoned?" Han Qi felt his temper flare the moment he saw Li Xian's roguish demeanor.

"After we met, you even had your cousin painstakingly act as a lobbyist to persuade me to get back together with you..." Murong Linchuan continued. As he spoke, he looked down at his well-defined fingers, as if he hadn't heard her explanation at all.

Along the way, the fat man was like a walking encyclopedia of "a hundred thousand whys," constantly pestering Lin Luo to find out how he had become so incredibly powerful.

"Brother, he's following us," Ji Mingyang said, glancing at the rearview mirror. "Should I shake him off?" He sounded a bit eager, as he had been looking for a chance to show off his driving skills.

Situ Xun laughed heartily, his aura surging. He didn't look like a man in poor health at all; instead, his breath was long and steady, as vast as a stormy sea.

More than two months ago, someone had sent word to him, telling him to start purchasing grain, cloth, iron, and other supplies.

I looked at the old man's back, my smile bitter. I took out my phone and called Sister Mei. When she heard I wouldn't be coming for dinner, her mood remained somewhat downcast.

"So... so many spirit beasts..." Qu Pangzi gulped as he saw the sea of flame wolves.

Although Hua Xiu was not quite as capable as his brother Hua Jing, he had traveled extensively over the years, and dealing with these guards was more than enough for him. Thus, despite wasting some time, the three of them entered the city safely.

The result was known to everyone: the vintage car, speeding through the air, clinched the championship by a single second. Such an outcome was truly beyond everyone's expectations.

"Grandpa Ye, at least in my opinion, everything in this room is a fake, except for the items on the coffee table," Mo Feng said, shaking his head.