Auction House.
"Seven thousand gold coins!"
"Seven thousand one hundred gold coins."
"Seven thousand two hundred gold coins!"
At this moment.
Tang Mengze and Su Fugui were still bidding against each other.
The current price had already deterred most people.
After all, it was just a little demon girl from the demon race. No matter how valuable she was, she couldn't possibly be worth thousands of gold coins!
The other ninety-eight rooms on the second floor of the auction house shared the same sentiment.
Although they were all from prominent families, they weren't fools.
Only someone like Su Fugui, who had obtained his wealth effortlessly, could afford to spend so recklessly.
Meanwhile, on the first floor.
Tang Mengze was growing increasingly anxious.
What should he do? It seemed like he had gone overboard.
If it were just one or two thousand gold coins, even if Su Fugui backed out, Tang Mengze wouldn't face any serious consequences for not buying.
But now, it had reached seven thousand?!
"Seven thousand five hundred gold coins."
As Su Fugui announced this number.
Tang Mengze silently lowered his raised hand.
At the same time, Tang Mengze cursed at Room Ninety-Nine.
"Forget it! Room Ninety-Nine, you're a disgusting beast! Spending so much money on a petite little demon girl, how despicable!"
"Wrong, wrong, wrong. I'm just doing this to annoy you."
Su Fugui grinned inside his room.
His tone showed no hint of regret.
This left everyone in the auction house stunned.
To spend over seven thousand gold coins without a second thought—what terrifying wealth!
Of course, Su Fugui didn't care about the money.
He only needed to enjoy himself for eight days, and the money would return.
This was the confidence the system gave him!
Just as Su Fugui was feeling pleased.
A guard suddenly entered and handed a letter to the auctioneer.
Su Fugui's face immediately darkened.
"Damn it! Let's go, we're not staying here anymore! Someone's targeting me!"
Su Fugui angrily kicked over a stool and left the room, dragging his beautiful twin maids with him.
Downstairs.
"Uh, Room Ninety-Nine, apologies, but we'll have to keep this item for now."
The auctioneer spoke somewhat awkwardly.
This time, however, no curses came from Room Ninety-Nine.
The auctioneer couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"With that, this auction has come to an end. Please exit in an orderly manner. Those who have purchased items, please proceed to the back to collect your goods."
The auctioneer clapped his hands, concluding the event.
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At the back of the auction house.
Numerous auction items were being exchanged.
Buyers gathered here, handing over money and receiving their goods.
If anyone tried to skip out on payment, the auction house would send people to collect the damages—thirty percent of the auction price.
Generally, members of prominent families didn't default on payments.
And those who weren't from such families couldn't afford to fight against the auction house's enforcers.
Thus, historically, very few people had ever defaulted.
Except for the Tang family. Members of the Tang family had defaulted over a dozen times, collectively owing the auction house tens of thousands of gold coins.
It was quite the headache.
Logically speaking, the Tang family, which didn't have a single Second Realm cultivator, could be wiped out with a snap of the fingers.
But there was a reason why the Tang family couldn't be destroyed.
Ah… the Tang family.
Soon.
Most of the items had been claimed.
Only the items reserved by Ye Wangchuan remained.
It wasn't until evening that Ye Wangchuan finally arrived.
The reason for his late arrival was that he didn't want others to know he had purchased these items.
Otherwise, rumors might spread.
Like how Ye Wangchuan's master was a loli, how he spent all his time with the Li family's loli, how his weapon could transform into a loli, and how he had bought a cat-eared loli…
Ye Wangchuan didn't want to be misunderstood as a lolicon.
Arriving at the back of the auction house.
The auction house's attendant quickly greeted him.
"Young Master Ye Wangchuan. Perfect timing, your items are all here. Should we deliver them to your sect or the Ye family?"
"No need for the trouble. I'll store them in my spatial ring."
Ye Wangchuan walked over and used his spatial ring to store the items he had reserved: the Primordial Flower, the jade bracelet, and a few other things.
As for the cat-eared loli demon girl, being a living creature, she couldn't be stored in the spatial ring.
But such a small thing could simply be carried.
At that moment, an attendant approached with a seal.
"Young Master Ye Wangchuan, this is the Contract Seal. Simply drip your blood into the seal and press it onto the demon girl, and you'll be able to command her at will."
"Got it."
Ye Wangchuan took the seal and, without hesitation, bit his finger to drip blood onto it.
He wasn't like those so-called "chosen ones" who refused to use such seals in pursuit of genuine feelings or friendships.
What if he got betrayed later?
Once the seal was stained with blood, Ye Wangchuan approached the cage and examined the cat-eared loli through the bars.
Should he press it on her face or hand?
No, that would look unsightly.
On her back?
For some reason, Ye Wangchuan thought of those middle school girls on Earth who got tattoos on their backs.
On her buttocks or upper thighs?
That would just look like some fetish stamp.
After some thought.
Ye Wangchuan decided on her lower abdomen.
It looked more respectable!
With that, Ye Wangchuan suddenly reached out.
Through the cage, he roughly pulled the cat-eared loli closer, slightly lifted her clothes, and pressed the seal just below her navel.
Precise!
Swift!
Perfect!
The entire process took less than three seconds, leaving a perfectly placed Contract Seal on the demon girl's lower abdomen.
The onlookers hadn't even processed what happened before it was done.
Creak~
Ye Wangchuan opened the cage door and looked at the bewildered cat-eared loli lying on the ground.
"Do you have a name?"
"Yes, I'm Jiang You…"
The cat-eared loli, Jiang You, replied timidly.
"Alright."
Ye Wangchuan nodded, committing the name Jiang You to memory.
At the same time, he felt a slight disappointment.
She already had a name, and it was quite normal too.
Ye Wangchuan had already planned to name her "Hakimi" if she didn't have one.
After confirming that all his auction items were accounted for, Ye Wangchuan looked up at the auction house staff.
"How much in total? Name your price."
"Uh, Young Master Ye, fifteen thousand gold coins will suffice."
The staff member spoke cautiously.
Fifteen thousand gold coins was exactly the sum of the highest bids for all of Ye Wangchuan's items.
The staff didn't dare ask for more, fearing it might be seen as a challenge to the Ye family.
Nor did they dare ask for less, fearing it might be seen as disrespect.
Thus, they settled on the total of the highest bids.
Ye Wangchuan responded,
"Are you sure that's all? Your auction house has also lost some reputation and credibility. Shouldn't that be factored in?"
"No, no. This amount is more than enough."
The staff quickly assured him.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
