"Participate in the auction?"
The Nascent Soul cultivator tore off a storage bag from his waist and tossed it to Li Yunxiu.
"Buy whatever you want. In the Tianyan Continent, small forces are not allowed to provoke the Kunxian Tower!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator snorted coldly and left the auction house with a flick of his sleeve.
Song Chen breathed a sigh of relief; the crisis was over.
He was quick-witted and, through this incident, had already learned the secret to saving his life.
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi bowed to Dean Pei in thanks.
"Thank you, Dean Pei."
Dean Pei laughed heartily.
"Haha, Song Chen, go ahead and show off your abilities. I'll take care of everything. If those old monsters want to mess with you, they'll have to think twice about their strength."
"Thank you, Dean Pei!"
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi exchanged a surprised glance. From this moment on, this promise would spread throughout the Immortal Realm Grand Competition.
They no longer need to be wary of Nascent Soul cultivators!
Dean Pei's clone waved his hand:
"Since there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. You young folks can stay here and have some fun."
After saying this, Dean Pei's figure disappeared just as he had arrived.
Song Chen sensed the spiritual energy around him. Dean Pei's spiritual root was a mutated spiritual root, a wind spiritual root.
No wonder they arrived so quickly.
"Here, take your medicine. Are you feeling better?"
Zhao Ziyi held a handful of top-grade pills and stuffed them into Song Chen's mouth one by one.
Song Chen nodded. "That's fine. We can't meditate and regulate our breathing right now, so let's heal our external injuries first."
The two helped each other to their feet. The top-grade elixir was very potent, and their external injuries would heal completely in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
But Mu Feng and his two companions were in a much worse situation.
【Ten Thousand Formations Prison】is an enhanced formation created by Song Chen by stacking thirty formations.
Killing formation, falling rock formation, wind blade formation, poisonous miasma formation, trapping formation, illusion formation...
Under the ravages of multiple formations, they were covered in tattered rags, their blood congealed and stuck to their clothes.
They stood still, used a cleansing spell, and changed into new clothes from their storage bags.
Judging from his disheveled appearance, he was bound to suffer physical pain.
Song Chen looked at Mu Feng and the other two, and said sarcastically:
"After beating the younger one, the older one has arrived. A Golden Core cultivator from a major sect, indeed formidable. I, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, have actually attracted the attention of a Nascent Soul cultivator."
Li Wantian's expression was ferocious; he had never been so down and out.
"Song Chen! Who do you think can protect you? You're nothing but a clown!"
Li Yunxiu also looked furious:
"He's just a frog in a well; there's no need to talk to him."
Mu Feng, however, pouted and said coquettishly, on the verge of tears:
"Song Chen, why are you treating me like this? You clearly..."
Mu Feng started sobbing halfway through his sentence, the unspoken words piquing everyone's curiosity.
Song Chen frowned. What trick was Mu Feng up to now?
Upon hearing Mu Feng's words, Zhao Ziyi coldly summoned his magical flying sword, its tip pointing directly at Mu Feng, and cursed:
"Mu Feng, don't try any tricks. You've only met Song Chen twice before. If you spread rumors and cause trouble, I'll make you suffer!"
Mu Feng glanced sideways at Zhao Ziyi:
"You are both vulgar and ugly. Song Chen was with you before only because he couldn't cultivate at that time."
Now that Song Chen possesses such abilities, it would be a truly wonderful match for me.
Zhao Ziyi's hand holding the sword trembled, and he angrily slashed at Mu Feng.
But Song Chen grabbed his hand.
Song Chen's eyes darkened, and he shook his head at Zhao Ziyi, transmitting his voice as follows:
"Don't make any rash moves. Look at the cultivators around you."
Zhao Ziyi turned his head and looked around.
The cultivators who had run away earlier entered the auction house after the Nascent Soul stage expert left, and stood in a corner near the wall.
At this moment, they all looked at Mu Feng.
The monks' faces were blank, but their eyes were filled with longing.
Song Chen solemnly transmitted his voice:
“Mu Feng is acting strangely! If you attack him now, all four hundred-plus cultivators in the auction house will probably gang up on us. Let me scold him.”
Song Chen looked at Mu Feng and snorted coldly:
"You're not even as good as a hair on Zhao Ziyi's head, so where do you get the nerve to say such things!"
If Li Wantian isn't good enough for you, then find some worthless jerks around you. I think Li Yunxiu would be a good match for you!
Since childhood, Song Chen had heard a lot of sarcastic and mocking remarks because he was unable to cultivate.
Nowadays, people can be extremely vicious even without using profanity when they curse.
Upon hearing this, Li Yunxiu scoffed:
"You're the real scoundrel, I wouldn't even look at you, someone who can't even muster a sword heart."
Mu Feng stared at Song Chen and Li Yunxiu with a stiff face and a sinister look.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.
He is the newly promoted number one sword cultivator at Langya Academy, yet he is so disliked by these people!
Just as Mu Feng was thinking about how to end this awkward situation.
Li Wantian cursed loudly:
"Bullshit! Song Chen, who can't you say is right?"
Mu Feng quickly went to Li Wantian's side and used his hand to help him catch his breath.
"Alright, alright, let's not stoop to their level."
Li Wantian's eyes widened:
"What do you mean by that? Didn't I satisfy you in the cave before?"
Mu Feng blushed and quickly hugged Li Wantian.
"It's such a private matter, it's good that we know, otherwise I'm afraid Zhao Ziyi will be jealous."
The young master of Wanjian Manor is not someone an ugly monster like him can even dream of.
Zhao Ziyi almost vomited when he heard this:
"Besides his trashy identity, what makes Li Wantian better than Song Chen? Only you could stomach this pile of stinking dog shit."
For a time, the two argued endlessly about whether Li Wantian was a piece of trash.
Suddenly, a sound came.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
"The auction is about to begin. All cultivators, please prepare to enter the auction room."
A hidden door was opened in the lobby on the first floor of the auction house.
During the fight, the walls that had remained perfectly still suddenly opened up to both sides.
The monks around, who had been looking dazed, seemed to wake up when they heard the bell.
Upon seeing the auction begin, everyone took their bidding paddles and entered the venue.
Li Wantian took out his bidding paddle, ostentatiously adjusted his clothes, and mocked:
"How dare someone who doesn't even own a few robes come to an auction? Do you even have the money?"
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi looked at Li Wantian's clothes.
It turned out that the third-grade flowing silk robe that Li Wantian was wearing was damaged during the fight.
He just changed into a new one.
Although the new clothes were also a golden color, they were only second-grade golden silk robes.
Li Wantian, with a proud expression, said sarcastically:
“I have more than a dozen robes like these. You, on the other hand, are only fit to wear academy uniforms!”
Zhao Ziyi rolled his eyes, grabbed Song Chen, and turned to enter the auction hall.
Behind them came Mu Feng's sweet laughter:
"Hahaha, those two poor bastards are too scared to say anything now."
"Hmph, two lackeys, how dare they compare to my Ten Thousand Swords Manor! Don't worry, my darling, I'll give you a few sets of magic robes later."
"Wow! I want a pink, shimmering silk dress!"
"The second-grade clothes are not good enough for you. We will buy the third-grade flowing silk robe."
"Really? Mu Feng thanks Young Master!"
Li Yunxiu's voice also came through:
"Hmph, it's just a robe worth a few dozen gold coins. I'll give you one later too."
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