Auction House.
"Who are you?"
Su Fugui frowned as the door to his room was kicked open, looking toward the entrance.
At the doorway stood a sloppy man with his hands in his pockets, eyeing Su Fugui with disdain.
At that moment, Su Fugui was dressed in plain clothes to avoid drawing attention.
The fabric was nothing luxurious or eye-catching.
Seeing this, the man sneered at Su Fugui.
"I don't care who you are, but listen up. My name is Tang Mengze, from the Tang family. If you know what's good for you, get out of this room and give me your spot..."
"Screw your mom! Why is it always the Tang family's trash causing trouble? A bottom-tier family in Chang'an dares to mess with me? Get the hell out!"
Su Fugui opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of colorful insults at Tang Mengze.
Tang Mengze's expression stiffened, and he gritted his teeth. "You’ve got guts..."
Su Fugui: "Tang trash, your mom's dead!"
Tang Mengze: "..."
"Tear this bastard's mouth apart!"
Enraged, Tang Mengze waved his hand, and a group of burly Tang family servants rushed into the room.
Tang Mengze smirked arrogantly, glancing around the room.
Then, his eyes landed on a pair of stunning twin maids sitting on the sofa.
Instantly, his lower head took control of his upper head, and he let out a lecherous chuckle as he approached the twins.
"Hey, ladies, why don't you come work for the Tang family? The pay is great."
As soon as he finished speaking—
Boom—!
Su Fugui's aura erupted, his Mid-Level Second Realm cultivation bursting forth, sending the Tang family servants flying!
He took a step forward and appeared in front of a stunned Tang Mengze in an instant.
"This is going to hurt. Brace yourself."
"Wha—"
Before Tang Mengze could finish, Su Fugui kicked him square in the groin!
Splat—
The sound of something shattering echoed, and Tang Mengze collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
Su Fugui clapped his hands, tossed the unconscious Tang Mengze and his servants out of the room, and propped the broken door back up.
...
"Hmm... Room 99 belongs to Su Fugui."
On the third floor of the auction house, Ye Wangchuan muttered to himself as he looked down.
In truth, the auction house had a third floor.
However, the floor was one-way transparent.
From below, people would only see an ordinary ceiling.
Compared to the second floor, the third floor offered greater privacy.
After all, this was the exclusive domain of the Ye family.
No one outside the Ye family could enter.
Thus, most people were unaware that the auction house even had a third floor.
Ye Wangchuan sat on the sofa, flipping through a detailed list of auction items.
Even the so-called "mystery items" were clearly marked.
"Hmm..."
Ye Wangchuan held a pen, circling a few items and making notes.
Things like special weapons, mysterious accessories, and a cat-eared demon girl.
To Ye Wangchuan's left sat Grey Eggplant, who was curiously looking around.
To his right, Li Luo sat nervously, clutching her qipao tightly.
"Ye Wangchuan, is this floor really transparent? Can people below see us?" she asked anxiously.
"It's one-way transparent. From below, they’ll only see wooden planks," Ye Wangchuan patiently explained.
Hearing this, Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
Still, the sight of the transparent floor made her uneasy.
If she had known about it earlier, she wouldn’t have worn a qipao.
Li Luo decided to stay curled up on the sofa, munching on grapes.
...
...
Soon, the auction began.
The first few items were nothing special—just warm-up items to get things going.
Ye Wangchuan kept his eyes fixed on Room 99, not letting his guard down for a moment.
Just as Ye Wangchuan assumed Su Fugui was waiting for the big-ticket items,
ten Shifu Flowers were brought out on stage.
To maximize profits, the auction house sold such rare treasures in bundles rather than individually.
But this didn’t deter Su Fugui’s determination to buy them.
"Fifty gold coins."
Su Fugui's voice came from Room 99.
Downstairs, Tang Mengze, still clutching his groin and grimacing in pain, stood up and shouted angrily,
"Sixty gold coins!"
"Young Master! The family gave you that money to buy crucial resources. How can you waste it on this?"
Hearing Tang Mengze bid on the Shifu Flowers, the servant beside him turned pale.
Tang Mengze snapped back, "Shut up! My little brother is ruined. If I don’t get these flowers, are you going to donate yours?"
"Besides, it was that bastard in Room 99 who did this to me! Today, I’ll make him pay for messing with the Tang family!"
At that moment,
"Seventy gold coins."
Su Fugui calmly raised the bid.
"Eighty gold coins!"
"Ninety gold coins."
"One hundred gold coins..."
When the price reached 150 gold coins,
Tang Mengze began to sweat.
At 300 gold coins,
Tang Mengze hesitated with his bids.
At 500 gold coins,
Tang Mengze fell silent.
"Five hundred gold coins."
Su Fugui's voice echoed once more.
The entire room froze!
Shock!
Awe!
Stunned silence!
Who was this person in Room 99? A young master who could spend so lavishly in one go!
While the Shifu Flowers were indeed potent, they were useless to those with high cultivation levels!
For someone with low cultivation to willingly pay 500 gold coins—just how desperate were they?
Everyone was in awe, and no one dared to bid further.
After a moment,
on the auction stage,
the auctioneer, about to finalize the deal, was handed a note by a servant.
After reading it, the auctioneer announced,
"Guest in Room 99, we apologize. The Shifu Flowers are no longer for sale."
"What?!"
In the room, Su Fugui's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
What the hell?
Why aren’t they selling anymore?
Su Fugui stood up and shouted through the curtains, "What’s the meaning of this? You can’t just decide not to sell!"
Auctioneer: "We apologize... but it truly cannot be sold."
Su Fugui: "Did someone offer a higher price behind the scenes? I’ll pay 2,000 gold coins. Will you sell now?"
Auctioneer: "No, we cannot."
Su Fugui: "Not even 2,000? Fine, 5,000. I’ll pay 5,000..."
Auctioneer: "Even if you offer 10,000 or even a million gold coins, we will not sell the Shifu Flowers. It’s simply not possible."
Su Fugui: "What?!"
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