Chapter 173: Provocation
In a private room, Lin Feng and Meng Qing sat on soft chairs, with Ba Dao standing behind them.
Through the peculiar curtain, Lin Feng and his companions could clearly see everything outside, the entire auction hall laid out before them.
At that moment, a graceful figure suddenly walked out onto the auction stage. It was the woman who had received Lin Feng earlier. She had changed into a different outfit—a cyan long dress with a long train dragging on the floor, her shoulders still exposed. From Lin Feng's angle, he could even see the deep cleavage within, which made him feel a bit unsettled.
Meng Qing's gaze flickered, and she glanced at Lin Feng. Sensing this, Lin Feng turned his head, and their eyes met. Lin Feng couldn't help but give an awkward smile.
At this time, in the private room next to Lin Feng's, sat an ordinary-looking young man with a gaze as sharp as a blade. Behind him, a group of people stood respectfully—the two men and two women Lin Feng had seen in the tavern.
"Lan Jiao is getting more and more tempting," Leng Yue said indifferently, a remark tinged with ambiguity, yet even from his mouth, it carried a hint of sharpness.
"If Senior Brother Leng Yue likes her, I'm sure Lan Jiao wouldn't refuse," one of the people behind Leng Yue flattered.
But Leng Yue curled his lips slightly and sneered, "If she's too obedient, what's the fun in that? I prefer using force."
Hearing this, the four exchanged glances. The Blade Young Master, with his eccentric personality, sharp and domineering, didn't care whether others obeyed him or not; what he enjoyed was using his blade to make them submit. It seemed that even with women, he was the same, preferring coercion.
"Having come to Tianluo Ancient City all this way, I need to get the blade, and I can't miss out on women either."
Leng Yue's voice was cold and indifferent. The four behind him were momentarily stunned. It seemed Lan Jiao wouldn't escape Leng Yue's grasp. Who could blame her for being so alluring and for exposing her beautiful body, tempting others?
Today's auction was the same as always, with ten items up for sale. The first few treasures didn't interest Lin Feng much, so he just sat quietly watching the people below bid.
It wasn't until Lan Jiao announced the eighth auction item that Lin Feng perked up with some interest.
High-grade Spirit Artifact, Waning Moon. Starting bid: one thousand mid-grade Origin Stones.
Today, many people had come specifically for the Waning Moon. As soon as the bidding began, its price shot up to two thousand mid-grade Origin Stones, exceeding the means of many.
Although a high-grade Spirit Artifact was precious, two thousand mid-grade Origin Stones was no small sum.
"Three thousand mid-grade Origin Stones!"
At that moment, a sharp voice rang out, like a blade. A surge of Blade Intent bloomed in the space, enveloping the auction crowd for a fleeting moment.
This made many people's gazes sharpen, and then they all turned toward a certain private room, where a sharp blade seemed about to be unsheathed.
"It's the Blade Young Master!"
The crowd's hearts trembled. That Blade Intent must have been released by the Blade Young Master. They had heard he had come to Tianluo Ancient City, and now he was directly unleashing Blade Intent on the crowd—how domineering.
But the Blade Young Master's talent and strength were exceptional, and with the backing of the Hao Yue Sect, he naturally had the capital to be domineering. Even Mysterious Martial Realm experts would usually yield to him, and below that realm, the Blade Young Master truly had little to fear.
After this burst of Blade Intent was released, the auction hall indeed fell silent for a moment.
"Three thousand one hundred mid-grade Origin Stones!"
At this point, a calm voice rang out, breaking the silence. This voice also came from the same row of private rooms as the Blade Young Master, separated by only one room.
"Oh?" Leng Yue's gaze sharpened, and he said coldly, "Four thousand mid-grade Origin Stones."
"Four thousand one hundred mid-grade Origin Stones."
The voice, carrying a chill, sounded again, causing Leng Yue's expression to gradually darken. A surging Blade Intent suddenly erupted, rushing toward that private room.
"What does the Blade Young Master mean by this? In an auction, it's fair competition. What is this supposed to be?" A cold aura surged out, like ice and frost, blocking the Blade Intent.
"People from the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa!"
The crowd's gazes narrowed. A disciple of the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa, daring to provoke the Blade Young Master—there could only be one person.
"Ice Yuan!"
The Blade Young Master shouted coldly and then spoke again: "Five thousand mid-grade Origin Stones."
"Five thousand one hundred mid-grade Origin Stones."
"Eight thousand mid-grade Origin Stones." This time, Leng Yue directly raised the bid to over eight thousand, while an overwhelmingly sharp blade momentum surged in all directions.
The crowd's hearts trembled. The Blade Young Master was truly wealthy. This price was already very high.
"Since Brother Leng likes it so much, I won't compete anymore."
Ice Yuan chuckled lightly, and the icy intent surged again. White frost and snow spread through the air. With a loud bang, the curtain of the private room between the two of them exploded, revealing three figures.
A man and a woman sat there, with a masked man standing behind them.
"Then I thank Brother Ice for that. The Waning Moon Blade is mine," the Blade Young Master said, his voice full of sharpness, completely ignoring Lin Feng and his group in the middle.
The crowd looked at Lin Feng and the others, shaking their heads inwardly. They could only blame their bad luck for choosing the private room between Ice Yuan and the Blade Young Master, becoming innocent victims.
"Lan Jiao, announce it," the Blade Young Master said to the auction stage. Lan Jiao glanced at the shattered private room, nodded slightly at Lin Feng, and gave an apologetic smile.
Just as she was about to speak, Lin Feng said calmly, "Eight thousand one hundred mid-grade Origin Stones."
As Lin Feng's words fell, the space seemed to freeze. Lin Feng had bid eight thousand one hundred mid-grade Origin Stones, competing with the Blade Young Master.
"Is he being petty?"
"Maybe he's upset about being caught in the crossfire and is acting on impulse. Looks like this guy is in for trouble."
Many people had this thought, but those who had witnessed Lin Feng's conflict with Ice Yuan thought otherwise. So it was him. Not only had he provoked Ice Yuan, but now he seemed to be challenging the Blade Young Master, Leng Yue.
Leng Yue was also stunned by this sudden voice. Besides Ice Yuan, there was actually someone else provoking him, going against him.
Closing his eyes slightly, the Blade Young Master's consciousness swept out, and he immediately knew who it was. Opening his eyes, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that slash in the tavern wasn't enough of a warning for you."
Leng Yue said domineeringly, then spoke again: "Nine thousand mid-grade Origin Stones."
"Nine thousand one hundred mid-grade Origin Stones." As soon as Leng Yue's words fell, Lin Feng's voice immediately followed. What was even more infuriating was that Lin Feng's voice was extremely calm, without the slightest ripple, as if he didn't even consider the Blade Young Master worth noticing.
"You're asking for death." Leng Yue stood up, and his wild, domineering Blade Intent exploded with a crash. The curtain in front of Leng Yue shattered, and his sharp figure was suddenly revealed to the crowd.
At this moment, only a wall separated him from Lin Feng. If both took a step forward, they would see each other.
Ba Dao's body trembled slightly as he stepped forward, and with a sudden stride, a surging, domineering blade momentum rushed out in all directions.
In the void, a rumbling explosion sounded—the collision of blade against blade.
"If you can't afford the auction, don't make a fool of yourself here. The Blade Young Master would be better off renamed the Shameless Young Master," Lin Feng said coldly, mocking Leng Yue right in front of everyone.
"Twelve thousand mid-grade Origin Stones."
Leng Yue gritted his teeth and spoke. Lin Feng had mocked him for not being able to afford the auction.
"Heh, the people of the Hao Yue Sect really have Origin Stones to burn," Lin Feng sneered. "Such an expensive Spirit Artifact—I can't afford it."
"Damn it, he did it on purpose."
"This guy is interesting. He deliberately provoked the Blade Young Master into spending so many Origin Stones to bid on the Waning Moon Blade."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the crowd's gazes froze. This guy was incredibly bold.
Leng Yue and the four behind him also stiffened, their eyes icy.
"Haha, brother is right. It seems the Hao Yue Sect really does have Origin Stones to waste," Ice Yuan from the side also mocked, his voice filled with delight as he deliberately fanned the flames, making Leng Yue hate Lin Feng. If they fought, wouldn't that be interesting?
But Lin Feng sneered, his lips moving as he coldly spat out a sentence: "Who's your brother? Are all the people of the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa like you, fond of shady dealings, shrinking and cowering, not daring to act openly?"
As Lin Feng's words fell, everyone's expressions froze once more. Lin Feng had not only provoked the Blade Young Master, but now he was also offending Ice Yuan. He insulted both sides, fearing neither!
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