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?!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
