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Yuwen Qingyu's body trembled, and the aura of the Late Stage of the Fasting Period surged forth, counterattacking towards Ling Mo Xie. Although he was only slightly higher in level than Ling Mo Xie, he managed to suppress Ling Mo Xie's momentum. However, he was judged by the system to be in a paralyzed state, rendering him unable to move, but it wasn't too embarrassing, and it only lasted a few seconds.
"I see!" Ling Mo Xie murmured; Yuwen Qingyu must have reached the Late Stage of the Fasting Period!
"What are you doing?" The commotion attracted the attention of Zhou Butler from the Grand Auction House, who hurried over. Upon seeing Zhou Butler approach, Yuwen Qingyu quickly said, "Qin Steward, this private room has always been reserved for me except when Elder Feng is here. Who would have thought that some ungrateful person would occupy it today? Don't worry, I will handle this matter immediately."
Qin Steward nodded and prepared to turn away but suddenly remembered that the invitation sent to Elder Feng had apparently been recalled today. If Elder Feng didn't come, it must have been given to someone else. This meant that someone holding Elder Feng's invitation had come to this private room and had a dispute with Yuwen Qingyu?
Thinking of this, a cold sweat trickled down Qin Steward's forehead. Elder Feng had a good relationship with several Elders from the Grand Auction House; if someone holding his invitation was bullied at the Auction House, he could not escape responsibility!
Thus, Qin Steward, who was originally about to leave, immediately stopped and looked at Yuyao with a friendly expression, saying, "Young man, I believe I saw Elder Feng's invitation returned today? Did you bring it?"
"Yes!" Ling Mo Xie nodded in response.
Just as Qin Steward was about to ask a few more questions, the attendant who had brought Ling Mo Xie to auction items rushed back over and approached Ling Mo Xie, saying, "Young Master Ling, here is your receipt for auctioning items; you forgot to take it! Also, Long Lao asked me to convey that although you shouldn't research in that direction anymore, if you come across similar items, you must bring them to our Grand Auction House for sale!"
"Long Lao?" Qin Steward felt a chill run down his spine; this kid even knew Long Lao? From the looks of it, Long Lao had entrusted someone to send a message to him—it didn't seem like an ordinary person coming to auction items!
He quickly turned around and addressed Yuwen Qingyu, who was about to take action against Ling Mo Xie: "This private room is specially prepared for Elder Feng by our Grand Auction House; I believe you are aware of that! Please leave now! Don't force me to take action!"
"Qin Steward, this..." Yuwen Qingyu was taken aback and wanted to refute; wasn't he the one using it when Elder Feng wasn't around? But he was overwhelmed by an immense pressure and broke into a cold sweat as he looked at Qin Steward in confusion.
"Leave!" Qin Steward said without further ado, directly reprimanding Yuwen Qingyu.
The onlookers outside were instantly dumbfounded, falling silent before erupting into a flurry of discussions. What was going on? Yuwen Qingyu had actually been kicked out?
As the foremost figure of the younger generation in Skywind City, Yuwen Qingyu would usually be given some face by the Grand Auction House. For instance, when Elder Feng was absent, he was allowed to use the Third VIP Room, which was a symbol of status! How could they kick Yuwen Qingyu out of this private room for a mere boy today? Who exactly was that boy?
Ling Mo Xie looked at Yuwen Qingyu, who had just been expelled by Qin Steward, and smiled, saying, “My name is Ling Mo Xie, the one who will challenge you tomorrow! Be prepared for defeat!”
“What? Ling Mo Xie?” Yuwen Qingyu paused in his steps. He had been kicked out of the private room; if it were due to some major figure, that would be understandable. But to think it was because of his opponent for tomorrow! Moreover, considering it, Ling Mo Xie wasn’t exactly of a higher status than him! Being expelled from the room because of Ling Mo Xie in front of so many people was truly humiliating!
“Is that so? Just wait! I will make sure to repay today’s humiliation!” Yuwen Qingyu said through gritted teeth, his face darkening.
“Wow!” The crowd gathered at the door immediately erupted in chatter. “So it’s Ling Mo Xie! He can actually compete with Yuwen Qingyu now?”
“Exactly! Can he really go against Yuwen Qingyu? Just now I saw them competing in momentum, and Ling Mo Xie didn’t lose at all!”
“Not long ago, he could only fight against Tian Wuxin! This growth rate is terrifying! If we’re talking about talent, doesn’t that mean Yuwen Qingyu is already inferior to him?”
“Get lost!” Hearing the crowd's discussions, Yuwen Qingyu clenched his fists, veins bulging as he shouted at them and pushed through the people blocking the door, causing several to fall to the ground.
Ling Mo Xie frowned; such an opponent really lacked challenge! Was he angry just because he heard others talking?
“Alright, Young Master Ling! The auction is about to start; I won’t disturb you any longer! Farewell!” Qin Steward said to Ling Mo Xie with a smile, his expression somewhat ingratiating.
“Oh!” Ling Mo Xie turned to look at him, smiled, and said, “Thank you; you’ve really been a bother, Qin Steward! Please go ahead with your work!”
After a round of pleasantries, everyone was finally sent away. Ling Mo Xie hurried over to help Second Brother up and let him sit on the sofa, saying, "That Yuwen Qingyu is really despicable, being so domineering! Are you all okay?"
"We're fine!" Second Brother forced a smile but couldn't help but gasp in pain. Ling Mo Xie quickly took out a few Spring Breeze Transformation Pills and handed them to them, saying, "What's the point of putting on a brave face? If there's something wrong, just admit it!"
Old Eight, holding the Spring Breeze Transformation Pill, unexpectedly choked up and said, "Seventh Brother, you shouldn't be this good to us! I... I'm sorry!" Ling Mo Xie was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. It was just the usual family dynamics; they had helped deal with him before. He waved his hand and said, "Anyway, I haven't lost anything."
"And besides, you weren't the masterminds behind it, right?" He squinted at Old Eight. If they had been the ones plotting against him, he wouldn't let them off easily.
However, if they were just helping out, Ling Mo Xie didn't want to pursue it further. After all, those people in the family had done some things that were not beneficial to him in one way or another! After all, suddenly having someone to share their resources with who also had the right to inherit the family head position—and who used to be a Waste—was bound to make them uneasy.
"Mm-hmm!" Old Eight quickly nodded and then bitterly smiled, saying, "Look at me; even if I wanted to be the mastermind, I couldn't! Without the family head's favor and the Elder's support, I wouldn't get much in terms of resources."
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