Chapter 111: The Emperor's Aura, the fat meat that was about to be in my mouth was taken away, I am so dirty

The strange stone was placed horizontally on the jade table in front of him, with wisps of sunlight shining out from it, carrying a sacred aura, as if it could illuminate the stone body with a brilliant and transparent look.

In a trance, I could hear the huge voices of ancient ancestors offering sacrifices to God and praying for good weather and good harvests.

"This strange stone was found by someone from the Merchant Alliance under an isolated island overseas."

"There is an ancient bronze city that has been buried for who knows how many years. It is submerged in the sea. Almost 70% of the people sent to explore it died. In the end, only a few items were brought out. This strange stone is one of them..."

"Some old scholars in the Chamber of Commerce have personally studied it and have read many books to verify it. They all agree that this strange stone may have existed for more than tens of thousands of years."

"But it's hard to tell what's inside. It's also very strange. The Merchant Alliance used various means to explore it, but found that it was empty. It didn't seem like there was anything sealed inside..."

"That's why the Merchant Alliance plans to take it out as an auction item this time."

The wealthy middle-aged man was the person in charge of the auction house, named Jiang Xun.

Like Uncle Ying who protected Jiang Lan's safety before, he was given the surname Jiang and was responsible for many affairs of the Chamber of Commerce.

He is also in charge of this auction.

At this moment, seeing that Jiang Lan seemed very interested in this strange stone, he respectfully explained to him the origin of this strange stone.

In order to auction it for a good price, the Chamber of Commerce had already started building momentum, shaping this strange stone into something like a divine fetus or an immortal egg, attracting the attention of many immortal sects.

Many monks and creatures came here upon hearing the news for this very reason.

This auction was packed with people and was unprecedentedly grand.

"I understand. Go down."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lan waved his hand and asked Jiang Xun to go down.

"Yes, young master." Jiang Xun retreated respectfully.

Although the news about this strange stone spread early on and attracted attention from all parties.

But if Jiang Lan was interested in it and wanted to keep it, he could only think of an excuse to see if he could get away with it at the auction.

No matter what, the Chamber of Commerce has to do business.

If you don't even keep your integrity in public, it will not be easy to deal with the major immortal sects in the future.

Jiang Lan knew what Jiang Xun was thinking, but she didn't care and was too lazy to explain.

He was actually waiting for the arrival of this strange stone yesterday, but due to the distance, the stone has not yet been delivered to the imperial capital.

So I can only wait until today.

In the original plot, it was at this auction that the remnant princess of the Shang Kingdom, Shang Mingyu, spent a huge price to auction off this strange stone.

Inside this strange stone is a source of Tao condensed by a great master, and within the source of Tao is a wisp of the Son of Heaven's aura.

The aura of the Son of Heaven is a kind of breath and grand atmosphere that was condensed and gathered when the emperor in ancient times offered sacrifices to heaven, and the people and the world were at peace, and he was recognized by heaven.

It not only contains extremely mysterious meanings of the Son of Heaven, but is also a representation and symbol. To have the aura of the Son of Heaven means that he is recognized by heaven and supported by the people. He is the most orthodox Son of Heaven from ancient times to the present.

Shang Mingyu possesses the Hong Kingdom's most precious treasure, the Aspiration Ball, which can be used to deduce fate and destiny, and he knew of the existence of this item long ago.

That was why she planned to auction it off to help the Sixth Prince Qi Qingxuan fight for power in the future in order to counter Emperor Xia.

Although Jiang Lan did not practice the art of being an emperor, nor did he have the intention to govern his country, it did not prevent him from intercepting the emperor's aura and taking it for himself.

Even though he can't use it now, it doesn't mean he won't need it in the future.

In addition, he could also use this strange stone to plot against Shang Mingyu and Qi Qingxuan in advance.

“It’s a bit troublesome to extract the Emperor’s Qi silently, but I have no choice but to try…”

"In addition, Shang Mingyu only knows that it contains a trace of the aura of the Son of Heaven. She herself has never seen the aura of the Son of Heaven."

"She might not be able to detect if it's real."

Jiang Lan had already made many preparations.

As several jade talismans flew out, they turned into streams of light and scattered everywhere, completely concealing the aura in the box.

Jiang Lan also focused a lot of his thoughts on the strange stone in front of him.

His brows were glowing, his cheekbones were reflected in a transparent manner, and an inexplicable aura surged out from his brows, as if a vague and terrifying shadow appeared behind him.

Then his spiritual thoughts spread out like mist, and soon completely covered the strange stone.

The next moment, the little soul in his sea of ​​consciousness walked out, transformed into a ray of faint light, and followed the cracks and crevices outside the strange stone, following the reflected morning light, and went into the inside of the strange stone.

The stone skin was covered with cracks, but they were not deep, only extending to half an inch inside.

There is an inexplicable force permeating inside, like a fetal membrane, blocking the invasion of external air.

This is the source of Taoism that contains the aura of the Son of Heaven.

If ordinary people want to explore and see what is contained in it, they will be blocked by the source of Tao, even if they use rare treasures to survey it.

There was a faint light in Jiang Lan's soul eyes, and there seemed to be an ancient and quiet meaning spreading from his body, trying to erode that inexplicable power.

Through the stone skin, you can faintly see the source of Tao wrapped inside.

However, as his soul eroded away, Jiang Lan soon discovered another problem.

Daoyuan's fetal membrane is getting thinner and showing a tendency to disappear. If it continues to erode, Daoyuan will break prematurely.

"If this source of Dao is broken, the aura of the Son of Heaven within it will dissipate. Even if we capture and seal it in the first place, it will be useless..."

“There’s only one way to do it.”

Jiang Lan was not very surprised by this.

He did not intend to destroy the structure of the strange stone and Daoyuan easily. Otherwise, with Shang Mingyu's intelligence and vision, as well as the precious Ambition Ball, it would be easy for her to see the flaws and deduce the calculations behind it.

The next moment, a hazy blood light was reflected on Jiang Lan's head, and a silent river of blood flowed, as if running through the void.

Jiang Lan's mind moved, and the strange stone was immediately swept away by the blood river and quickly submerged in it.

Strands of blood light continued to seep in and permeate.

And in his hand, a wisp of bloody evil energy was slowly condensing.

In order to make this bloody aura more realistic, Jiang Lan removed the bloody smell from it.

He then used the Four Spirits Ancient Heavenly Art to condense four phantoms of the Four Saints, which surrounded the bloody evil spirit, making its aura more solemn and dignified, and revealing a kind of sacred vastness.

At first glance, the bloody aura is pure and bright, with the four holy shadows of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise surrounding it, in a guarding posture, like the Emperor of Heaven in ancient times inspecting the people, noble and awe-inspiring.

"In this case, if I didn't know better, I would probably be fooled at the first sight."

"After extracting that wisp of the Son of Heaven's aura, and combining it with the remaining trace of breath, it will not be difficult to make the fake look real."

Jiang Lan nodded with satisfaction.

After doing all this, all he had to do was wait for him to use the Blood Immortal Sect's method of "changing the world" to steal and replace that ray of the Son of Heaven's aura from the source of Taoism.

Half an incense stick later, the strange stone reappeared on the jade platform in front of him. It was still shrouded in mist, filled with morning light, and had a looming precious glow, looking sacred and extraordinary.

Jiang Lan used a specially made container to seal the pure aura of the Son of Heaven that was as blazing as the sun, and then told Jiang Xun to come in and take the strange stone away.

Jiang Xun had already been thinking about how to explain the matter of this strange stone after the auction began, but he never expected that Jiang Lan lost interest after just studying it for a while.

He tactfully did not ask any further questions and sent someone to carry the strange stone away.

Although this strange stone is not big, it is very heavy and ordinary monks may not be able to lift it.

"Shang Mingyu is very wealthy, so he can easily afford to auction off this rare stone."

"Although there were several immortal sects competing with her in the original plot, they were all defeated by her wealth and power in the end and could not compete with her..."

Jiang Lan had no interest in participating in this auction.

If he wants something, he can just say it directly. After all, the Chamber of Commerce was built with the support of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

But he continued to stay here.

When the time comes to auction this strange stone, you can raise the price appropriately to make Shang Mingyu bleed heavily.

After all, she was determined to get it.

"Although it's just a trivial matter, given Shang Mingyu's arrogant personality, it can still suppress his arrogance to some extent, and perhaps even gain a lot of luck."

There was still some time before the auction started, and Jiang Lan planned to stop by to snatch the confidant he had previously reserved.

It happened to be among the cargo delivered along with the strange stone.

"Follow me, young master, to the arena."

When walking out of the box, Jiang Lan thought about it and gave an order to several beautiful maids standing at the door of the room to follow him.

…

At the same time, in a box at the front of the first floor of the auction.

The disciples of Yijian Sect were talking to each other, with expressions of joy, excitement and anticipation on their faces.

"My fellow brothers and sisters, I have to leave you for a while..."

At this time, "Zhang Yuan", who was sitting on a jade stool and drinking tea, seemed to suddenly think of something. He put down the tea and was about to get up and walk outside.

"Junior Brother Zhang Yuan, where are you going?"

Seeing this, the pretty female disciple Liu Xue hurriedly shouted.

Ye Ming smiled upon hearing this and said, "Senior Sister Liu Xue, I'm suddenly curious about the death fight over there and want to join in the fun."

"The auction is about to begin. Is Junior Brother Zhang Yuan so curious?"

"There's nothing interesting about the death arena. It exists only to satisfy the evil tastes of the powerful people in the imperial capital. It's full of blood and slaughter. They don't take the lives of the death row prisoners and slaves seriously at all."

When a female disciple of Yijian Palace heard this, she immediately showed disdain and disgust on her face.

Ye Ming touched his nose and didn't explain anything further.

Liu Xue stood beside him coquettishly and said with a smile, "It just so happens that I have nothing to do right now, so I'll go with Junior Brother Zhang Yuan."

The auction not only auctions items, but also slaves, death row prisoners and the like.

However, unlike the objects, the slaves and death row prisoners were all on the other side of the arena.

Only the winner of each fight, or in other words, the one who survives each fight, is eligible for auction.

All the disciples of Yijian Palace could see Liu Xue's fondness for "Zhang Yuan". When they heard this, they all showed ambiguous smiles.

Ye Ming did not refuse, and he walked out of the box with Liu Xue and headed towards another venue of the auction.

His face was calm and composed, but he was talking to the old ghost in his mind.

"Old ghost, why did you ask me to come over?"

"Of course there are good things waiting for you. You can take advantage of the opportunity now while no one notices..." The old ghost's voice was still hoarse and low.

"Good news? Waiting for me to pick it up? Could you have sensed it wrongly? That's the direction of the arena?" Ye Ming was a little unconvinced.

"How could my perception be wrong? There was a scent of the ghost clan among the group of death row prisoners just now."

"But I don't know if other people can sense it. I just sensed it boldly and carefully, and it shouldn't be wrong..." said the old ghost.

"The Ghost Clan, weren't they said to be extinct? How come they appear again?" Ye Ming was very surprised.

It is said that the Ghost Clan is not a native race of the Kyushu Continent, but comes from outside the world.

The number of this race was very small, and it was difficult for them to reproduce. It seemed that the environment was not suitable for their survival, which led to their numbers becoming increasingly scarce, and they completely disappeared and became extinct thousands of years ago.

The reason why this race is called the Phantom Clan is because they have the talent to control the void and can easily hide in the void and move freely.

If they find something wrong, they will escape thousands of miles away in an instant and will be difficult to catch up. You must know that even a cultivator with the sixth realm of cultivation cannot cross the void.

This clan was once known as the clan of killers, and the royal bloodline of the Phantom Clan is the natural king of killers.

The old ghost was also puzzled and said, "I have wandered in the clan territory of the ghosts for a period of time, so I am very sure of the aura of this clan. I can't have sensed it wrongly."

"Logically, this clan is indeed extinct, but there is no guarantee that there will be some surviving bloodlines."

"Don't worry. The number of ghosts is very small, and there are very few records of them. Even if a real ghost appeared in front of the world, basically no one would be able to recognize it..."

"Just go pick this up with confidence. No one should compete with you for it. No matter how many spirit stones it costs, you must buy it at the auction. If a ghost tribe member can be trained well, he will be the best killer and can do many things for you."

Speaking of this, he was also very emotional and felt that Ye Ming was really lucky.

Just by joining in the fun at this auction, you can get such a great bargain.

Of course, if it weren’t for his guidance, Ye Ming probably wouldn’t have known about this, nor could he tell who was luckier between the two.

Hearing these words, Ye Ming could not hide his excitement and joy.

"It just so happens that my current identity makes it inconvenient for me to do some things. If I had a subordinate from the Ghost Clan, it would be much more convenient."

"God is helping me."

Liu Xue, who was following him, didn't know why Ye Ming suddenly became excited.

In her eyes, although this junior brother "Zhang Yuan" is a little dull sometimes, he is diligent and down-to-earth, and has some hidden talents. If they get to know each other better, perhaps the two of them can support each other in the sect and become Taoist companions.

Ye Ming could vaguely guess what Liu Xue was thinking, but he ignored it.

There is only Ling Zhuyun in his heart, and there is no room for other women at the moment.

Not to mention that Liu Xue is too ordinary and is destined to be unable to help him in any way. Now in Yijian Palace, she can only help cover him up to prevent others from suspecting his identity.

The arena also covers a large area and is located inside the pagoda, not far from the auction site.

It looks like the Tianjiao battlefield in ancient times, made of many special black irons and stones. In the middle is a wide battle platform, surrounded by mist and accompanied by a bloody smell.

There are dragon-patterned pillars all around, each carved with intricate patterns, and filled with a powerful formation aura.

Some bloodstains and broken white bones can be seen splattered on it.

The high platforms around were already filled with many figures, all of them young faces. There were very few old and middle-aged monks. At the moment, the place was bustling with people and extremely lively.

When Ye Ming arrived, he didn't know where the ghost member that the old ghost mentioned was.

As I looked up, I saw a fierce fight taking place in the arena.

Blood was flying everywhere as two figures collided there. Punches hit flesh and bones were cracking, which sounded very creepy.

Blood and rays of light burst out and splashed in the air, like a bloody rain, making everyone's blood boil and making them very excited.

On one side of the arena, the person in charge was analyzing the battle situation and introducing the situations of the two people fighting in it, which sounded like a narrative.

In front of him, the others were settling their bets. Every fight would not only bring the Merchant Alliance generous viewing fees and auction money, but also extremely high stakes.

"Old Ghost, who are the ghosts you are talking about?"

Ye Ming and Liu Xue found a seat on the high platform nearby and sat down.

He stared at the arena in front of him, but in his mind he was talking to the old ghost, asking where the ghost was.

"Isn't it that dark and thin figure in the field?" said the old ghost with a faint smile.

Ye Ming was puzzled, and his eyes looked over, then locked onto the dark, thin, and extremely short figure that was constantly flying out.

The sound of bones breaking just now came from his right arm.

The arm had gone limp and was hanging to the side.

Faced with the enemy's fierce attack, he could only choose to keep dodging, but it seemed that because his injuries were too severe, many of his bones were broken.

He could only be kicked again and again, like a broken sack, and hit one of the pillars, then slid down and fell to the ground, and the blood soon dyed the pillar red.

His hair was scattered, covered with blood and stains, and stuck together in clumps, revealing a horrible, scarred face. His arms were also covered with scars that would not heal and kept bleeding.

"Or a... girl?"

Ye Ming frowned, stood up, and looked carefully before he could barely tell that the figure was a woman.

She was much shorter than an ordinary woman and looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. She also looked disheveled and dirty.

He originally thought that he was wearing a black robe, but upon closer inspection, he saw that it was completely soaked in blood and then dried and solidified to form blood clots.

I don’t know how long it has been since I last washed the robe, and it has completely turned black, although I don’t know what color it was originally.

"The age of the ghost clan cannot be judged by their appearance..."

"If that guy hadn't been exhausted, and if he hadn't been tampered with by the people in the arena and hadn't swallowed drugs like the Huajin Pill in advance, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

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"Before this battle, she must have experienced several fights and survived every one of them. However, because of her appearance, no one was willing to bid for her, so she continued to fight until she died of exhaustion..."

The old ghost said indifferently.

Ye Ming nodded secretly and said, "What a pitiful girl, but she is also lucky to have met me."

"So what should I do? Should I stop this fight directly? But according to the rules, outsiders cannot interfere before the fight in the arena is over, otherwise they will be dealt with according to the rules of provocation."

He remembered that before, some immortal sects had noticed that the disciples who were expelled from the sect had become slaves in the arena, fighting with their opponents for entertainment. They were very angry and felt it was a loss of face, so they wanted to stop the war.

But he paid a very heavy price for it later.

Not only did he apologize, but he also lost many masters.

Although Ye Ming wanted to stop it, fearing that the ghost girl would die in the arena, he didn't know how to do it.

“The ghost clan has strong vitality, they will not die here. Once the girl recovers a little strength, her opponent will die. After this battle is over, you can auction it off…” The old ghost said lightly, giving Ye Ming advice.

Ye Ming breathed a sigh of relief and sat back.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother Zhang Yuan? Are you heartbroken and want to save the death row slave?" Liu Xue, who was standing by, saw Ye Ming's actions and asked curiously.

Ye Ming sighed and said, "He really looks pitiful, with wounds all over his body and bleeding all the time..."

At this time, in the arena, the short figure covered in blood was lying under a pillar. He seemed to be silent, with a large pool of blood spreading under his body and his breath gradually weakening.

Her opponent was a short and stocky woman.

His face was cold and cruel, and he held a specially made long whip in his hand. When he swung it, the wind whistled and the void was shaking slightly. When it fell to the ground, it was so strong that it could definitely crack metal and stone.

"You stink so bad. You were so crazy just now, weren't you? You almost killed me. Why are you pretending to be dead now?"

She sneered at the sight, swung the whip in her hand, and it landed on the woman's back with a snap, instantly tearing her flesh and causing blood to flow out.

The robe, which was already extremely dark, was now stained with an even more fishy and unpleasant smell.

The many spectators on the surrounding platforms could not hide their excitement when they saw this scene and they all cheered.

Many people like this kind of cruel and tragic scene, and they feel a sense of satisfaction when the bloodthirstiness in their bones is released.

"Still not ready to move. Are you dumb? You can't even hum..."

"In that case, don't blame me."

Seeing his opponent lying on the ground, blood soaking the surroundings, he looked like he was on the verge of death.

The woman's expression turned cold. She regarded him as a dead man and swung the whip to end his life.

"stop."

But at this moment, a crisp voice suddenly came from the high platform of the arena.

The woman who was about to swing the whip was stunned when she heard the words, and then subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from.

"Who is it?"

The spectators, who were in high spirits and had their blood boiling, were very dissatisfied with being stopped like this, and they all looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

The person in charge of the arena frowned when he heard the voice. He wondered who was so bold as to openly challenge the rules in the arena. This must be very bold, right?

Are you really not afraid of the consequences? He looked over and was about to scold and ask, but when he saw the figure in white next to the woman who was shouting, he quickly swallowed his words and said, "Young... Young Master?"

The woman who was shouting was wearing a loose skirt. Although she was dressed as a maid, she was very beautiful.

However, what attracted everyone's attention at this moment was the man in white who was sitting next to him and drinking tea with his eyes lowered.

He has a handsome face and outstanding temperament.

The palm holding the tea has jade-like skin, white and slender, revealing a sense of dignity and elegance.

Although his expression is casual, he seems to have an innate sense of superiority and looking down on others.

Many people who were originally dissatisfied with having their fun interrupted, after seeing the face of the man in white and recognizing his identity, their expressions changed and they quickly took back the words they wanted to scold.

"Who is this? Why is he so arrogant and just yelled to stop?"

Many people who had just arrived in the imperial capital, Jingyang City, and were full of confusion, finally understood after being kindly explained and reminded by those around them. Their faces changed and they kept silent.

Jiang Lan, the most powerful nobleman in Daxia today and the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, is known to everyone in the entire imperial capital.

"Master..."

The manager in charge of the arena rushed over in a hurry.

"Today's massacre in the arena is really boring."

"But that girl has won seven games in a row. Her skills are really good. You go and bring her to me..." Jiang Lan said lightly.

"Yes, young master." Upon hearing this, several maids around him hurried to the arena.

The steward who came over quickly heard this and immediately showed an embarrassed look on his face. He bowed and said, "Master, I didn't know you were here too."

"Otherwise we will arrange for someone else to play."

The short figure in the arena was used by the arena to defraud bets today. She had already been asked to swallow the Huajin Powder, which would suddenly take effect during the fight.

According to their plan, the short figure should have died of exhaustion in the fifth game.

But who would have thought that she would win all the way to the eighth game, before she showed signs of exhaustion and defeat.

This also caused many of their previous plans to go down the drain.

Moreover, Jiang Lan was also here, which was something they never expected.

It was truly a dereliction of duty on the part of the arena that we were unable to let the young master enjoy the thrilling fight of life and death.

"No need. I admire that guy. He is stubborn, resolute, and has good strength."

"Although it looks a bit ugly, it doesn't matter." Jiang Lan said casually.

Upon hearing this, the steward was immediately filled with amazement and said, "To be favored and valued by you, young master, is a blessing that guy has cultivated for several lifetimes."

"What's her name?" Jiang Lan asked.

"Master, her name is Chou'er."

The steward immediately replied, "She was brought back from the Ancient Yue Kingdom. She is a killing tool that the branch alliance there has been training. She has won ten consecutive championships many times..."

Those who can appear in the arena of Jingyang City, the imperial capital, are all outstanding without exception. They have experienced many life-and-death battles before making their way here.

The short figure lying on the arena, covered in blood, faintly heard the words coming from the high platform.

She raised her eyes through the strands of hair that were stuck together by blood clots, and looked at the spotless figure in white on the platform. Her other hand, which was not limp, also slowly relaxed.

Standing in front of her, the woman who had wanted to swing the whip before had eyes full of jealousy, admiration, and unwillingness.

How could this dirty and smelly guy be valued by the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion? This is equivalent to the young master of Changlong Business Alliance.

"Jiang Lan..."

"Why is he here too?"

Ye Ming, who was waiting for the fight to end and then bid for the ghost girl, never expected to see Jiang Lan again here.

His expression changed again and again, and the many experiences he had in the secret realm of Zixia Mountain came to his mind again. Hatred and murderous intent kept churning in his heart, but he suppressed them tightly, and his fists were clenched until they creaked.

"As the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, isn't it normal for him to be in the Imperial Capital?"

"This auction and the arena are also the industries behind them. It's not surprising that they appear here."

"You and this guy really have conflicting horoscopes. How come you always run into each other?"

The old ghost seemed to shake his head and said helplessly.

Ye Ming looked very bad.

He always believed that Jiang Lan was the mastermind behind the secret realm of Zixia Mountain, but he had no evidence.

"I have changed my identity this time, he shouldn't recognize me again..." he asked the old ghost.

Although he hated Jiang Lan so much in his heart that he wanted to tear him into pieces, Ye Ming still had self-awareness.

He is currently no match for Jiang Lan and can only hide like a rat in a gutter, avoiding his gaze.

Lao Gui didn't know how to answer this question.

The last time in Anyang City, even he didn't know how Jiang Lan discovered Ye Ming's true identity and set up a trap to pin the evil on him.

Right now in the imperial capital, it is better to be cautious. As the son of the Prime Minister, Jiang Lan only needs one word to make it impossible for them to escape.

"It seems that Jiang Lan is interested in the ghost girl, and he was able to get there first..."

Seeing Jiang Lan speak, he asked the maid beside him to take the ghost girl away from the arena.

Ye Ming felt very unwilling, as if he was watching with his own eyes a piece of fat meat right in front of him being snatched away by Jiang Lan.

But he didn't dare to act rashly and could only pretend not to see it.

This feeling of frustration, anger, and unwillingness made him feel helpless and furious.

"There's really no way. I suspect Jiang Lan knows the identity of the ghost girl, otherwise he wouldn't appear there by coincidence."

"That guy is really scary. I feel like he's becoming more and more unfathomable."

The old ghost sighed, there was nothing he could do about it.

Apart from being helpless and furious, Ye Ming could do nothing at the moment. He could only watch the ghost girl being taken away by Jiang Lan.

"Jiang Lan..." Ye Ming gritted his teeth. Hatred and unwillingness were no longer enough to describe his emotions at the moment.

"This young master of the Xiangguo Mansion seems to be much kinder than the rumors say..."

"I didn't expect that he would be so kind as to save that poor woman."

Liu Xue's voice sounded at the side, with a bit of surprise and unexpectedness.

Ye Ming had an unsightly expression. He glanced at her, but saw that there seemed to be a strange light in her eyes. She was looking in the direction where Jiang Lan left, and she didn't notice that he was looking at her at all.

Although he had no interest in Liu Xue, he still felt unhappy when he saw her like this. This woman was really superficial.

…

Back in the box, Jiang Lan noticed the good fortune surging into the Niwan Palace and sighed in his heart.

In fact, he hadn't paid attention to Ye Ming for a long time, so he didn't expect him to appear in the imperial capital, and even come to the auction.

If he had not intercepted it in advance, the future king of assassination in the original plot might have fallen into Ye Ming's hands.

This son of luck is truly blessed by heaven, and he encounters all kinds of good things.

"The blood talent of the Ghost Clan is not yet obvious, but it will soon become powerful. They have the Void talent, which makes it very convenient for them to hide, kill people, and gather information."

"Based on my understanding of her, it would be easy to make her loyal to me and work for me with a little trickery."

Jiang Lan took a sip of tea and recalled the origin of the ghost woman.

The Ghost Clan had long since disappeared from the land of Jiuzhou. Even the Longchang Merchant Alliance did not know their origins. They simply treated them as ordinary humans, believing that they had extraordinary skills and a natural talent for killing, and were suitable for training as gladiators.

In the original plot, the ghost girl had half human blood in her body, and was sold to the Chamber of Commerce by her human mother in exchange for a large amount of spirit stones, and she went far away with her new love.

As for his biological father, he was a member of the ghost clan with pure blood, but there was no detailed description of his specific origins.

"Sir, we have brought her here..."

At this time, several maids covered their noses and worked together to bring the ghost woman, who was exhausted and had little strength left, to the box.

As soon as I came in, an extremely pungent stench of blood hit me in the face, which was simply nauseating.

Jiang Lan waved his hand to let the maids leave, and then looked at her as usual.

His body was not even up to his shoulders and he looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the age of a ghost clan member could not be judged by appearance.

The robe was somewhat torn and very dirty, with blood and blood stains that had solidified into a foul-smelling dark brown color.

Its hair was stuck together, very fluffy and messy, and its face was covered with scars, making it as ugly as a centipede. If some children saw this, they would probably be scared and cry.

At this moment, she seemed to notice that Jiang Lan was looking at her. She lowered her head, and her messy and fluffy hair hung down, covering most of her face.

One arm was still bleeding and hung limply at the side, while the other arm was hidden under the sleeve and clenched tightly, as if he was very nervous.

"I have already ordered them to tear up the slave contract at the arena. You should be able to feel it."

"Ugly?"

Jiang Lan didn't seem to care about her dirtiness and stench at the moment.

After looking around, he nodded with satisfaction.

Hearing this, the ghost girl named Chou'er nodded, but her head was still lowered.

"I will not let you sign a slave contract again."

"But at the same time, you have to listen to me." Jiang Lan said.

Chou'er nodded after hearing this.

"I know you can talk..."

Jiang Lan casually took out a bottle of pills and poured out a purple pill that was filled with hazy light and fragrance. He said, "Open your mouth..."

When Chou'er heard this, he raised his head hesitantly and looked at him, but did not dare to open his mouth.

"This is a healing pill. After you take it, it will relieve pain and bleeding and heal your current injuries." Jiang Lan looked at her and said.

Chou'er was still very hesitant. He looked at his spotless robe, then at the white, slender, clean hand stretched out in front of him. With inferiority in his eyes, he lowered his head again.

"Open your mouth..." Jiang Lan repeated.

"I...I'm dirty..."

She finally spoke, her voice was very hoarse, like broken glass and a blunt object hitting each other, but it also had an indescribable clear texture.

(End of this chapter)