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A tremendous sound startled everyone in the hall. Musa stared in shock at the young man, wiping his mouth and revealing a bitter smile.
Chu Feng looked at the young man with a strange expression, thinking to himself, "I never expected this. I set up so many traps, yet he didn’t fall for any of them. Instead, he sought trouble because of a woman. If that woman were me, without much hesitation, I wouldn’t easily give up either."
The boy who inexplicably jumped down to cause trouble was none other than Wei Chen.
Wei Chen glared furiously at Shen Fugui, while the young masters of Wushuang City watched the scene unfold. After a moment of astonishment, they burst into laughter and applause. Such a swift takedown was rare indeed. To disrupt an auction like this—did he have a death wish?
Most of the young masters present did not know Wei Chen; only a few well-informed individuals were aware that earlier that day, Chu Feng and Chuliang had welcomed two distinguished guests, one of whom was the young man at the center of it all.
But even members of the Chu Family wouldn’t act like this towards Shen Fugui!
Mingyue looked up in surprise, tears staining her beautiful face. Her eyes reflected a mix of gratitude and disbelief, her fair and delicate features caught between despair and hope.
Suddenly, Wei Chen sensed a familiar aura and turned to Mingyue, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Where did this bastard come from? What did you just say?" Shen Fugui's expression darkened significantly. Anyone would be furious if their intimate moment with such a stunning beauty was interrupted. Shen Fugui was known for his gentle smile and usually appeared cheerful, but at this moment, his anger was uncontrollable.
Several burly men charged forward aggressively, surrounding Wei Chen and Mingyue with predatory gazes.
"Are you deaf? Do you have a problem with me being shameless?" Wei Chen sneered at Shen Fugui. He had never been one to shy away from confrontation. After merging with the Demon Lotus, he became even more arrogant and ruthless. Since he had already jumped down in a fit of passion, he might as well see it through to the end.
"Alright then, how much are you offering? I’ll take you on!" Shen Fugui couldn’t gauge Wei Chen’s background and didn’t dare to act recklessly. His wealth was astonishing; in Wushuang City, no one could surpass him. What did he have to fear?
Shen Fugui felt confident as he coldly regarded Wei Chen, waiting for this reckless fool to embarrass himself.
Wei Chen rummaged through his money pouch and pulled out all his silver coins—a handful that was neither too much nor too little, enough for a decent meal and drinks.
"Is that all?"
Shen Fugui's face was filled with astonishment, but he soon sneered, "Kid, get lost. Out of respect for the Mistress of Mist Rain Tower, I won't deal with you today. If it were somewhere else, I'd turn you into fish food!"
Wei Chen weighed the silver coins in his hand and laughed loudly, "I have about five taels of silver here, Musa. How about I use this five taels to buy Mingyue's freedom?"
At this, the crowd erupted in shock, staring at Wei Chen as if he were a ghost.
"Is this kid crazy? Where did he come from?"
"Yeah, a beauty worth a million taels of gold, and he thinks he can take her away with just five taels of silver?"
"I heard this kid is a guest of the Chu Family, but even the Chu Family wouldn't cause trouble in Mist Rain Tower. He’s clearly looking for trouble; let's see how the Mistress of the Misty Rain Tower deals with him."
The crowd buzzed with discussions, their eyes filled with mockery as they looked at Wei Chen.
Musa chuckled in disbelief and shook his head, "Brother Wei, don't joke around. I won't do a losing business."
"You! If you don't have money, then get lost! What are you pretending to be?" Shen Fugui became even more arrogant. The Mistress of the Misty Rain Tower had spoken; he wanted to see what else this kid could pull off.
Just then, as Shen Fugui reached out to grab Mingyue, Wei Chen stepped forward to block her, gripping Shen Fugui's wrist tightly and coldly stating, "This woman is mine!"
"Get him! Kill him!" Shen Fugui thought to himself that he had been patient long enough and had given enough face to Musa. If this kid wanted to die, he'd help him!
Several burly men lunged at Wei Chen. He stood his ground without moving an inch, a mocking smile on his face. He had no intention of striking back because he saw Chu Feng already jumping down to stand in front of him.
“Shen the Shopkeeper, sell me a Face, will you stop?”
Although it was phrased as a request, Chu Feng's tone was firm, clearly commanding. Shen Fugui frowned deeply, his brow furrowing like a tiger's stripes. He waved his hand to dismiss the burly men around him and looked at Chu Feng, speaking in a low voice, “Young Master Chu, what do you mean by this?”
“Wei Young Master is an esteemed guest of the Chu Family. I invited him to the Mist Rain Tower for some enjoyment, and I cannot allow anything to happen to him.” Chu Feng had just been through a rough scuffle with Chu Liu, but he was indeed a Ninth Level of Spirit Refinement Young Talent, and his recovery abilities were remarkable. In just a short while, the swelling on his face had already disappeared.
He stared calmly at Shen Fugui, and the more he did so, the stronger the sense of pressure became for Shen Fugui, causing him to feel increasingly restless.
“Young Master Chu, you know the rules of the Mist Rain Tower. I made an offer; Mingyue is mine. Is it not too much for your esteemed guest to snatch her away?” Shen Fugui's eyes glinted coldly. Given Chu Feng's status, attempting to take someone away was still not enough!
Chu Feng glanced at Mingyue, his eyes flashing with greed. He then turned back to Shen Fugui, hesitating for a moment as if making a significant decision. “Since my brother likes her, I’ll offer one million taels of gold plus one tael of silver to buy Mingyue. Shen the Shopkeeper, are you truly prepared to take her? The people of the Chu Family wouldn’t dare do such a thing; only my brother is worthy of having Mingyue.”
A grand hat was placed upon Wei Chen. He silently watched Chu Feng’s performance, thinking that whatever happened, if they could take that poor woman away and achieve their goal, then everything else didn’t matter.
As for what exactly Chu Feng wanted, Wei Chen understood well. Since Chu Feng needed something from him, it was perfect to take advantage of this situation and make him pay dearly—wasn’t that splendid?
Upon hearing Chu Feng's words, Shen Fugui stared in shock at Wei Chen. How could Chu Feng hold such a high opinion of this young man?
The young masters present from Wushuang City also gazed in astonishment at the chaotic scene in the center. Their attention had shifted from the stunning beauty of Mingyue to Wei Chen.
Countless questions surged in their minds: what was so special about this young man?
After pondering for a moment, Shen Fugui snorted and said, “Today I will sell you this Face. If this happens again next time, I, Shen Fugui, will not take a step back.”
“Let’s go!”
Shen Fugui waved his hand and left Mist Rain Tower with his subordinates. There was no point in staying here any longer. Once outside the gates of Mist Rain Tower, Shen Fugui let out a long sigh. Upon reflection, Mingyue was indeed not someone he could reach. Though the mountains were high and the emperor distant, the emperor was still the emperor. Could he really snatch away a woman favored by the emperor?
The hot-headed young masters gradually calmed down, feeling a wave of fear in their hearts. Thankfully, they hadn’t completely lost their reason and shouted out bids. Who knew what kind of terrifying revenge Yelvji would unleash?
“Congratulations, Brother Wei! Mingyue is yours now, and these four equally beautiful ladies are also yours. I swear on my honor that they are untouched and have never been laid a finger upon by any man. You can rest assured,” Musa exaggeratedly spread his arms as he approached Wei Chen, seemingly wanting to give him a hug. Wei Chen distastefully sidestepped and said, “Thank you, Mu brother, but I only want Mingyue. The other four can be spared.”
“That’s even better; I can make some extra money then. Let me clarify: I won’t shortchange you a single coin.”
Musa placed great importance on wealth; as a businessman, he would never engage in a losing deal.
Chu Feng’s greedy gaze unabashedly swept over Mingyue’s graceful figure, lingering on her curves for a moment. His throat bobbed slightly as he squinted and said, “One hundred thousand taels of gold is not a small amount. Naturally, I didn’t bring that much money with me. Once I return to report the situation, I’ll bring the money back. What do you think, Mu brother?”
“Of course not.” Musa shook his head and added, “You know the rules of Mist Rain Tower: any item purchased, whether it’s a Material Treasure or an unparalleled beauty, must have payment delivered within an hour. Otherwise, it will be considered a violation.”
Musa looked at Chu Feng with an air of threat and smiled sinisterly. “I trust the Chu Family wouldn’t want to violate the rules? My Mist Rain Tower has its ways.”
A shiver ran down Chu Feng’s spine as he bore the weight of Musa’s threat.
He vividly recalled how six years ago, a Fifth Rank Spirit Realm expert caused trouble at Mist Rain Tower and was thrown out like a dead dog. The protective power of Mist Rain Tower was definitely not as simple as it appeared.
Musa’s background was something that made the Chu Family deeply wary.
“I’ll go raise the money right away. Brother Wei, you just rest here at Mist Rain Tower; I’ll be back soon.” Chu Feng quickly left Mist Rain Tower. To obtain what Wei Chen had in his hands, the Chu Family was indeed willing to spend big money.
“Brother Wei, Mingyue is yours now.”
Musa's eyes glinted with the kind of ambiguous understanding that only men could grasp. He waved over a maid and said, “Take our esteemed guest to the guest room to rest.”
“Brother Mu, please wait.” Wei Chen stopped Musa, who was about to leave, and said, “Brother Mu, could you find a quiet place? I have something to discuss.”
Once they entered a private chamber and settled down, Wei Chen spoke up, “Brother Mu, I wasn’t joking when I said I’d take Mingyue for five taels of silver.”
“Oh?” Musa narrowed his eyes, signaling Wei Chen to continue.
“Mingyue’s worth may not be five taels of silver, but it certainly isn’t as high as one hundred thousand taels of gold,” Wei Chen said with an odd expression.
Musa showed a look of astonishment and gazed deeply at Wei Chen. “I would like to hear more.”
“This Mingyue is simply an imposter; she cannot possibly be the favored consort appointed by Emperor Yelü Jixi of Liao Kingdom,” Wei Chen said with a smug smile, then asked, “Brother Mu, do you know where the flaw lies?”
“You’ve found the flaw in something seamless; Brother Wei is truly a genius,” Musa replied without a hint of embarrassment. Despite being exposed by Wei Chen, he remained utterly composed. However, his previously soft and gentle tone vanished, replaced by a calm and shrewd demeanor.
Musa himself transformed into a drawn sword!
In his dark eyes, two beams of light shot towards Wei Chen. A powerful aura quietly enveloped the entire chamber. At the center of this pressure, Wei Chen met Musa’s gaze without flinching. His Soul Power surged within him, resisting the oppressive force without yielding.
“The aura of a Spirit Realm Expert—how old could this Musa be? His talent is truly terrifying!”
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