Chen Chang'an and Gu Xian'er had just entered the private booth and taken their seats when Gu Fengyao, uninvited, strode in right after them.
As the young mistress of the Gu Family, the auction house attendants dared not stop her.
Seeing Gu Fengyao enter, Gu Xian'er frowned slightly. Why was she following them?
Without hesitation, Gu Fengyao walked over and sat down beside Gu Xian'er, her gaze fixed solely on her as if Chen Chang'an beside them didn’t exist.
Chen Chang'an found it amusing. Was the Gu Family’s young mistress really this meddlesome?
"Did he drug you?"
"Or curse you with some dark art?"
"If so, come back to the Gu Family with me. I’ll have our family’s patriarch examine you."
Gu Fengyao’s words made Gu Xian'er’s face darken. What nonsense was this? Did she look like someone who’d been drugged?
"Thank you for your concern, elder sister, but Young Master has never drugged me, nor cursed me."
"He has never used any mind-altering techniques on me either."
"I follow him willingly. There’s no need for you to trouble yourself," Gu Xian'er said sternly.
Seeing how resolute Gu Xian'er was, Gu Fengyao found it strange. This didn’t make sense.
Gu Xian'er clearly had pride and backbone—why was she so devoted to Chen Chang'an?
Did he have some extraordinary quality?
At this thought, Gu Fengyao’s eyes inadvertently wandered toward a certain part of Chen Chang'an’s body.
Ah!
What am I thinking?!
Gu Xian'er was clearly still a maiden—why would my mind go there?
No!
This isn’t my fault. The energy here is off—no, it’s Chen Chang'an!
Yes, it’s all his fault!
That glance startled Chen Chang'an. What kind of weird habit was this?
"You… still not leaving?"
Seeing how comfortably Gu Fengyao had settled in, Chen Chang'an couldn’t help but ask.
"Leave? And go where?" Gu Fengyao shot him a disdainful look.
Damn, this woman’s definitely got issues!
I didn’t even provoke her—who does she think she’s glaring at?
"This is our private booth."
"This auction house belongs to my family."
"Fine, then keep sitting here."
Chen Chang'an had no retort—she was right. The auction house was the Gu Family’s.
Technically, she was the host, and he was just a guest.
"Is he really that good?"
"That captivating?" Gu Fengyao was relentless, determined to "save" Gu Xian'er from whatever spell she was under.
"Mhm." Gu Xian'er couldn’t be bothered to elaborate, giving only a faint nod.
"So what if he’s a little handsome? His cultivation isn’t even as strong as yours."
"What kind of taste is that? Do you just like pretty faces?" Gu Fengyao pressed.
"Mhm."
Gu Xian'er might as well have been an emotionless nodding doll, responding to everything with a single indifferent hum.
After a while, Gu Fengyao’s throat felt dry from talking, yet Gu Xian'er remained utterly unresponsive.
How can someone be this cold?!
"When does the auction start?"
"Aren’t you the host here? Why not tell us what’s being auctioned this time?" Chen Chang'an, exasperated, decided to change the subject.
"Hmph!"
At his words, Gu Fengyao shot him another glare, snorted, and turned her head away without another word.
"Do not disrespect Young Master," Gu Xian'er said coldly, her expression darkening.
"Young Master this, Young Master that."
"The only time you react is when it’s about him."
"I’m the Gu Family’s young mistress—can’t you at least show me some respect?" Gu Fengyao fumed.
"Oh. Sure."
Seeing Gu Xian'er revert to her icy demeanor, Gu Fengyao nearly lost her temper on the spot.
Chen Chang'an watched with amusement. Their personalities seemed to have completely reversed.
At first glance, Gu Fengyao had seemed cold and aloof, while Gu Xian'er appeared gentle and soft-spoken.
Now, Gu Xian'er was the frosty one, while Gu Fengyao had turned oddly enthusiastic.
"Ugh, you’re no fun!"
"Fine, I’ll tell you what our Gu Family brought for auction this time."
"Honestly, it’s nothing too special, but for a backwater place like the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty, it’s probably decent."
"There’s—"
Gu Fengyao prattled on, not caring whether Gu Xian'er was listening, chattering away about the auction items.
After a while, Chen Chang'an lost interest. None of these things held much appeal for him.
"Young Mistress Fengyao went into a guest’s private booth?"
"And it’s a young man and woman?"
The Gu Family’s Third Elder was taken aback. This wasn’t like Gu Fengyao at all—what had gotten into her?
"Do we know why?" The Third Elder frowned.
"It seems it’s because…"
The shopkeeper recounted everything he had seen and heard, but even the Third Elder hadn’t expected to encounter Gu Xian'er, the third-ranked figure on the Human Ranking, here.
No wonder Gu Fengyao was so intrigued. Back in the Gu Family, she had been utterly fixated on the name "Gu Xian'er."
"Ah well, let the youngsters handle their own affairs," the Third Elder mused.
"Could it be that this Gu Xian'er is the one our Ancestor has been waiting for?"
Though doubtful, he couldn’t be certain—after all, he wasn’t even sure if the person the Ancestor awaited would appear here at all.
Soon, the auction officially began, with Gu Fengyao chattering away nonstop.
Chen Chang'an had just risen to leave when her next words made him sit back down.
"Honestly, I don’t know why, but this time, our Ancestor instructed us to auction something… very strange."
"A piece of information. We’re auctioning a piece of information."
"And even I don’t know what it is—only the Third Elder, who came with me, does."
"The Ancestor said this information is useful to only one person in the entire world."
"Frankly, I’m quite curious. What could it possibly be?"
Hearing this, Gu Xian'er was momentarily stunned, then glanced at Chen Chang'an, who was deep in thought.
The "Ancestor" Gu Fengyao spoke of had to be the Gu Family’s supreme expert at the peak of the Great Emperor realm. And he wanted to auction a piece of information?
Moreover, one that was only useful to a single person in the world?
Could it be… news about the Embryonic Pearl?
But how could they possibly know about the Embryonic Pearl?
Chen Chang'an wasn’t sure, but his curiosity was thoroughly piqued. No matter what, he had to secure this final lot.
If it really was about the Embryonic Pearl, then this trip to the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty would yield an immense reward!
"Did your Ancestor say anything else?" Gu Xian'er asked, knowing Gu Fengyao wasn’t particularly fond of Chen Chang'an. She took the initiative to probe for more details on his behalf.
"Ah!"
"You’re actually responding to me?"
Gu Fengyao’s face lit up with delight. This was the first time since her arrival that Gu Xian'er had actively engaged her in conversation.
Excellent—this was a good start. She felt one step closer to rescuing this lost lamb!
However, she hesitated about whether to reveal anything else the Ancestor had said.
After some deliberation, Gu Fengyao decided against it.
If they really won the bid for this information, wouldn’t that mean they were the ones the Ancestor had been waiting for?
"The Ancestor didn’t say much else. As I mentioned earlier, the Third Elder knows the most about this. I only learned about the auctioned information after arriving," Gu Fengyao replied with a smile.
With Gu Fengyao unwilling to share more, Gu Xian'er lost interest in continuing the conversation.
Seeing Gu Xian'er revert to her icy demeanor, Gu Fengyao felt a pang of frustration. Why was this? She meant nothing but goodwill—why did Gu Xian'er seem so averse to her?
Down below, the auction was in full swing. The items brought by the Gu Family held immense appeal for many, even the imperial household.
Then, as the next lot went up for bidding, Chen Chang'an noticed a subtle shift in Gu Xian'er’s gaze.
"Xian'er, do you fancy this item?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smile.
Seeing that he had noticed, Gu Xian'er didn’t hide it.
"Young Master, I feel this item might aid my cultivation."
"So…"
"No matter. If you like it, we’ll buy it!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
