310: Chapter 304 The Nascent Soul Ancestor Arrives in Person, My God!

His name was Ugly One.

He was the personal bodyguard of Wan Xingwang, and also a death soldier raised by the Wan Family.

Ugly One did not glance at the alluring female Cultivator.

His gaze remained fixed tightly on the Spiritual Artifact sword he held in his arms.

His eyes were focused and fanatical, as if that sword were his only lover.

A moment later.

"Alright, you may leave."

Wan Xingwang waved his hand, feeling somewhat listless.

He grabbed a handful of Spirit Stones, not even bothering to look, and tossed them directly into the female Cultivator's arms.

It was a full five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

For a maid at the Foundation Establishment Stage, this was a huge sum of money.

"Thank you for the reward, Young Master."

The female Cultivator was overjoyed, hurriedly kowtowed to express her gratitude, and then, clutching the Spirit Stones, respectfully retreated.

Inside the private room, only the master and servant remained.

"Young Lord."

Ugly One's voice was like two pieces of raw iron rubbing together, dull and hoarse.

"The Vice Alliance Master of the Artifact Refining Alliance, Huang Yu, is outside asking to see you."

Upon hearing this name.

The originally lazy expression on Wan Xingwang's Face instantly showed a trace of displeasure.

He rolled over, sat up, casually picked up the Spirit Tea on the table to rinse his mouth, and then spat it fiercely into the spittoon beside him.

"Huang Yu?"

"Hmph, what about that old guy, Lu Chongwei?"

Wan Xingwang sneered, his tone full of undisguised arrogance.

"I, the Young Lord, came here personally to bring him business on behalf of the Wan Family."

"He actually didn't come out to greet me himself, sending only a Vice Alliance Master to dismiss me?"

"What a big ego!"

Although he was just a playboy, he knew this was naked contempt.

In the Eastern Continent, who didn't know the prestige of the Wan Family?

Hearing the Young Lord's complaints, a flash of anger also flickered in Ugly One's eyes.

"Young Lord, please calm your anger."

Ugly One said in a muffled voice, his large, bell-like eyes shooting out a fierce light of shared hatred.

"The Artifact Refining Alliance has become increasingly arrogant over the years, relying on their monopoly on the Artifact Refining business."

"They don't even give our Wan Family any Face; they truly do not know how to live."

"When we return, we must truthfully report this matter to the Old Master."

Wan Xingwang nodded, a hint of viciousness appearing on his Face.

"I heard that old thing, Lu Chongwei, hasn't appeared for a long time."

He played with the jade thumb ring in his hand, a glimmer of speculation in his eyes.

"The outside world is all saying that he is in closed-door cultivation, attempting to achieve a Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage."

Speaking of this, he sneered disdainfully.

"Heh heh, but the Artifact Refining Alliance is too naive."

"If the Nascent Soul Stage were so easy to break through to, this world would already be full of Nascent Soul Cultivators walking everywhere."

"Even if he luckily succeeded, so what?"

"A Cultivator who has just entered the Nascent Soul Stage has an unstable Foundation and immature methods."

"Our Wan Family's two Old Ancestors have already been immersed in the Nascent Soul Stage for many years; how could they put him in their eyes!"

The reason the Wan Family could stand tall in the Eastern Continent was relying on those two unfathomable Nascent Soul Ancestors.

This was Wan Xingwang's greatest source of confidence.

After venting to himself, Wan Xingwang's mood calmed down a little.

After all, he came here for serious business; he couldn't ruin his grandfather's plan because of this small matter.

"Ugly One."

Wan Xingwang lay back down on the soft couch, resuming his high-and-mighty posture.

"Bring Fellow Daoist Huang in."

"Yes."

Ugly One accepted the order and left.

...

After a short while.

The Restriction light curtain of the private room fluctuated.

Ugly One returned.

Behind him followed an old man dressed in grey.

This old man had white hair and beard, but a ruddy complexion, bright and piercing eyes, and a vigorous and powerful gait.

It was indeed the Vice Alliance Master of the Artifact Refining Alliance, Huang Yu.

A great expert at the Late Golden Core Stage.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Wan, I trust you have been well?"

As soon as Huang Yu entered the room, his Face was filled with a warm smile.

He stepped forward quickly, cupped his hands in greeting, and kept a very low posture.

"Was the service of that female Cultivator named Xiaofang just now satisfactory to you, Fellow Daoist?"

This was a businessman.

Even if he knew the other party was angry, he could still manage to meet them with a smiling Face.

Wan Xingwang glanced at him without rising to return the greeting, only nodding faintly.

"It was alright."

He smacked his lips somewhat critically, a hint of regret in his eyes.

"The technique was passable, but this cultivation base... it's really a bit too low."

"If I could swap for a Golden Core Stage female Cultivator to pound my back, that feeling would probably be true enjoyment."

Hearing this, the corner of Huang Yu's mouth twitched slightly.

But he covered it up well, and the smile on his Face did not diminish at all.

"Fellow Daoist Wan is truly humorous."

Huang Yu laughed it off and immediately patted his chest, promising, "Since Fellow Daoist Wan has such refined interests, next time, I will certainly arrange it properly for you."

But in his heart, he was cursing secretly.

Golden Core female Cultivator?

Do you think they are Chinese cabbages?

The entire Artifact Refining Alliance only has that one Golden Core female Cultivator who can be brought out.

And that person is currently in the Supreme private room next door, serving a true Nascent Soul Stage Senior.

If I lent you, Wan Xingwang, ten guts, would you dare to go and snatch someone from that person?

Of course, he would never dare to say these words out loud.

Wan Xingwang obviously also knew the boundaries of this.

He was just complaining casually to show off his status.

If he were really asked to provoke that terrifying existence next door whose Aura he couldn't even sense, he would also absolutely not dare.

"Alright, enough small talk."

Wan Xingwang waved his hand, cutting straight to the point.

"I heard there are many good things at this auction."

Huang Yu nodded quickly, a flash of shrewdness in his eyes.

"That is natural."

"This auction has gathered rare treasures from all over the Eastern Continent."

"If Fellow Daoist Wan takes a fancy to any treasure you want to bid on, or if you want to add your own treasures to the auction."

"I, Huang, can make the decision to let you cut the line directly and waive all commission fees."

This was a huge favor.

Cutting the line to auction means allowing the treasure to appear when the atmosphere is at its most heated, often fetching a high price.

Waiving commissions saves an even larger sum of Spirit Stones.

However.

Wan Xingwang shook his head, a look of seriousness appearing on his Face.

"Those are all small matters."

He straightened his body, looking directly at Huang Yu.

"I came here this time under the orders of my grandfather."

Mentioning the word "grandfather," which meant the Wan Family's Nascent Soul Ancestor, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly became a bit oppressive.

Even Huang Yu put away his smile, his expression becoming solemn.

"My grandfather has a batch of special Materials and wants to entrust your Alliance to forge a Fourth-Grade Magic Treasure."

Wan Xingwang lowered his voice, his tone carrying a trace of unquestionability.

"This matter is of great importance; we will discuss the specific blueprints and requirements in detail after the auction ends."

A Fourth-Grade Magic Treasure!

That is, a Magic Treasure used by Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

Huang Yu's heart trembled.

This was big business, but also big trouble.

With the Wan Family Old Ancestor personally entrusting it, the difficulty of forging this Magic Treasure was likely not low.

"Since it is the decree of Senior Wan, I, Huang, will naturally do my utmost."

Huang Yu solemnly cupped his hands in a salute.

"Then I will not disturb Fellow Daoist Wan's leisure; after the auction ends, I will come to await your arrival."

After speaking, he sensibly took his leave.

...

After leaving the private room.

The smile on Huang Yu's Face instantly disappeared, replaced by a sullen expression.

He walked quickly back to an inconspicuous private room at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he entered, he casually set up an isolation Restriction.

Inside the private room, a middle-aged Cultivator with a long neck was waiting respectfully.

He was a deacon of the Artifact Refining Alliance, Hu Chuanjie.

"Alliance Master."

Seeing Huang Yu enter, Hu Chuanjie hurriedly offered a cup of hot tea.

Huang Yu took the teacup but did not drink it, instead placing it heavily on the table.

"Hmph, that brat from the Wan Family is truly arrogant beyond measure."

He snorted coldly, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

"If it weren't for the Face of his family's Old Ancestor, I would have thrown him out long ago."

Hu Chuanjie shrank his neck, not daring to reply.

He knew the Vice Alliance Master was currently in a fit of rage.

After venting, Huang Yu turned his head and stared fixedly at Hu Chuanjie.

"Little Hu."

His voice became exceptionally cold, carrying a trace of stern warning.

"Later at the auction, you must keep a close watch."

"Especially the private room where Senior Xia Yu is next door."

When saying the four words "Senior Xia Yu," Huang Yu's voice lowered unconsciously, and a trace of awe even appeared in his eyes.

That was an extremely mysterious Nascent Soul Stage Loose Cultivator.

His whereabouts were erratic, and his personality was capricious.

This time, for some reason, he had actually descended upon their Artifact Refining Alliance.

"You must remember, be careful in your words and actions."

"No matter what happens, you must absolutely not offend that Senior."

"If you anger him, let alone the Wan Family not being able to protect you, even I cannot protect you!"

Hu Chuanjie was scared pale.

He hurriedly fell silent and nodded vigorously, indicating that he would absolutely not speak recklessly.

"Understood, Alliance Master."

...

Just at this moment.

"Dong—!!!"

A deep, resonant bell toll suddenly rang out outside the great hall.

The sound penetrated layers of Restrictions and clearly echoed in everyone's ears.

The auction had officially begun.

The originally noisy hall's discussions gradually subsided.

All eyes were focused on the circular platform that was slowly rising in the center of the hall.

An Early Golden Core Stage Cultivator wearing the standard robe of the Artifact Refining Alliance walked up with a Face full of spring breezes.

He was the host for this auction, Lin Jin.

"Welcome, Fellow Daoists, to our Artifact Refining Alliance's Treasure Appraisal Conference."

Lin Jin's voice, through the amplification Formation, resounded loudly throughout the venue.

"I am Lin Jin, a deacon of the Artifact Refining Alliance, and today I have the honor to host this grand event for everyone."

After some routine opening remarks and polite words.

Lin Jin did not dawdle too much and went straight to the topic.

"Enough small talk, let us bring out today's first auction item."

As his voice fell.

A maid walked up holding a tray covered with a red cloth.

Lin Jin reached out and lifted the red cloth.

On the tray sat a palm-sized, entirely emerald-green flowerpot.

The surface of the flowerpot was iridescent, emitting a rich wood-attribute Spiritual Qi.

"This is the 'Spirit-Gathering Wood-Nurturing Pot'."

Lin Jin held up the flowerpot, preparing to introduce it eloquently.

"It is a rare High Grade Spiritual Artifact; if used to cultivate..."

However.

Before he could finish his words.

A sudden change occurred!

"Hehe, Chen has come uninvited, I hope the host will not take offense."

A hearty laugh seemed to come from above the Nine Heavens.

The laughter was not loud, but it contained an indescribable penetrating power.

It actually instantly drowned out the noisy sounds of the entire venue, overwhelmed Lin Jin's amplification Formation, and clearly exploded in everyone's Sea of Consciousness.

Immediately after.

"Rumble—!!!"

Above the great hall, a roar like muffled thunder came.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Outside the dome of the great hall.

A streak of cyan light, over ten zhang long, like a meteorite from beyond the sky, carrying an unrivaled Aura, came speeding from the horizon.

The speed of that light was simply inconceivable.

"Hum—"

The defensive Formation arranged on the periphery of the Artifact Refining Alliance's great hall, sensing the intrusion of a strong enemy, instantly activated automatically.

A layer of golden light curtain appeared out of thin air, attempting to block that cyan light.

But this Formation light curtain, which could withstand a full-strength blow from a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator.

Was as fragile as thin paper in front of that cyan light.

"Pop!"

With a soft sound.

The light curtain instantly shattered, dissipating into golden light spots all over the sky.

The cyan light did not slow down at all, directly breaking through the dome Restriction of the great hall and forcibly breaking into the hall.

Then.

In the shocked and terrified eyes of the thousand-plus Cultivators.

The light suddenly stopped in mid-air in the hall, and then slowly dissipated.

A young Cultivator dressed in a plain cyan robe appeared.

He looked only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a handsome Face, sword-like eyebrows, and star-like eyes.

He just floated quietly in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back.

Although there was no light from any Magic Treasure on his body, nor did he deliberately release any pressure.

But just by standing there.

A surging Aura, heavy like a mountain and vast like the sea, naturally spread out.

Instantly, it pressed down on the thousand Cultivators below, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

The Cultivators looked sideways, their eyes filled with horror.

Who is this person?

Daring to break into the Artifact Refining Alliance's grand event so aggressively?

And looking at this Aura...

This is definitely not something an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator could possess!

Chen Zhiwen's gaze calmly swept across the audience, a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

This was the effect he wanted.

The originally noisy auction venue was now silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the cyan figure in mid-air.

Chen Zhiwen did not restrain his Qi.

On the contrary, he deliberately released the terrifying pressure belonging to a Nascent Soul Stage great Cultivator that had just formed within him, without reservation.

"Boom—"

An invisible storm, with him as the center, swept wildly in all directions.

That was not just a fluctuation of Spiritual power.

It was a crushing at the level of life itself.

Like a Dragon looking down on ants.

The extremely rich Nascent Soul Aura, carrying vigorous magic power, instantly permeated the entire magnificent great hall.

Every corner was filled with this terrifying pressure.

The great Formation that was originally maintaining order issued a creaking sound of being unable to bear the load.

"Heavens... this Aura..."

Someone exclaimed with a trembling voice.

"A Nascent Soul Cultivator! It is actually a Nascent Soul Ancestor arriving in person!"

The exclamations rose and fell, carrying undisguised fear and awe.

Those Golden Core Cultivators who were originally sitting steadily were now pale, feeling as if a huge stone was pressing on their chests.