115: Chapter 115 Number One in the Heavenly Order? Who Dares to Steal the Senior's Position!

Inside the Tianji Pavilion auction house, heads were bobbing, and the noise was deafening.

In the air, powerful auras intertwined and clashed; Golden Core Cultivators were as common as crucian carp crossing the river, and Nascent Soul Old Monsters were not rare either.

There were even a few wisps of Divine Thought from Soul Transformation Ancestors, like invisible deep-sea behemoths, quietly touching in the upper reaches of the Void Realm, exchanging wills that Mortals could not fathom.

The magnates and Sect leaders of the entire Central Region, along with those from surrounding territories, had almost all gathered here.

Su Changge's arrival was silent.

Mo Wentian led the way personally, not through the main entrance, but through a deep, VIP secret passage.

The end of the secret passage led directly to the highest point of the auction house.

There, it was the pinnacle of power and authority—the heavenly character no. 1 private box.

There were only three heavenly character private boxes.

Each one was opened only for those standing at the Peak of this realm.

The heavenly character no. 1 was, even more so, the throne among thrones.

According to the rules and the invitations sent out by the Tianji Pavilion, today's heavenly character no. 1 should have belonged to the Qilin Blood Prince of the Primeval Imperial Clan.

But Mo Wentian did not hesitate in the slightest, directly giving this position, which symbolized Supreme honor, to Su Changge.

"Senior, please."

Mo Wentian bowed and pushed open a heavy door.

The door was carved from a single piece of "Soul-Nurturing Jade," filled with Spiritual Qi.

He stepped aside, his posture humble to the extreme.

"The view here is the best in the entire venue, and it is guarded by a top-tier Formation, capable of isolating all probing attempts below the Soul Transformation level."

Su Changge nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction.

The private box was simple yet luxurious, and the space was vast.

A huge one-way crystal wall brought the densely packed seats below, like a beehive, into full view.

Su Changge strolled to the balcony in front of the crystal wall, overlooking the living beings.

This feeling of being above everything was indeed good.

However, just as he was about to sit down, a sharp roar outside the door pierced the silence of the corridor.

"What is the meaning of this?! My heavenly room number one, and you Tianji Pavilion dare to give it to someone else?!"

The Qilin Blood Prince's voice was full of shock, anger, and disbelief.

He had just lost all Face on the long street and had intended to come to the auction to regain his standing, only to find that even his reserved Supreme private box had been occupied by another!

This was no different from rubbing salt into his bleeding wounds!

An auction house manager was sweating profusely, explaining with a trembling voice.

"Your Highness, please calm down, please calm down! It... it was our arrangement error; we have prepared the heavenly character no. 2 private box for you, the furnishings are exactly the same as number one..."

"Bullshit!"

The Qilin Blood Prince kicked the manager to the ground, his chest heaving violently.

"Can number two compare with number one?! Is it about the location? That is my Face!"

He was furious, pointing at the closed jade door.

"Whoever took my seat today, make them get out here!"

"Otherwise, don't blame my Primeval Imperial Clan for not giving your Tianji Pavilion any Face!"

The manager's Face was as pale as paper, caught in a dilemma.

On one side was the savage and domineering Primeval Imperial Clan, and on the other was a mysterious VIP brought by the Pavilion Master himself; he could not afford to offend either.

Just then, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

Mo Wentian.

He looked indifferent, walking step by step, each step making the air heavier.

"Qilin Blood Prince, what great prestige."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

"On the territory of my Tianji Pavilion, moving my people, who gave you the guts?"

Seeing Mo Wentian, the Qilin Blood Prince's arrogance subsided slightly, but he still stiffened his neck.

"Mo Wentian! You've come at the right time! Let me ask you, why was my private box given to someone else?"

"Could it be that in your eyes, there is a guest more noble than my Primeval Imperial Clan?"

Mo Wentian looked at him, a hint of pity hidden in his eyes.

More than just one.

Their nobility was beyond his imagination.

"The heavenly character no. 1 private box was arranged by me personally for that Senior."

Mo Wentian's tone was as hard as iron, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Do you have an opinion?"

"You!"

The Qilin Blood Prince felt his chest tighten from being retorted with that one sentence.

He had not expected Mo Wentian's attitude to be so unyielding!

"Good! Very good, Mo Wentian! I want to see with my own eyes, what kind of sacred person it is, that dares to snatch my seat!"

The Qilin Blood Prince roared, his Spiritual Qi exploding, and charged straight toward the heavenly character no. 1 private box.

Inside the private box, Su Changge frowned slightly.

Trouble had arrived after all.

He did not want to make a move, because if he did, his Qi Refining First Layer cultivation would be completely exposed.

Watching the Qilin Blood Prince about to rush to the door, Su Changge walked to the edge of the balcony and extended his index finger.

He tapped lightly on the railing carved from ten-thousand-year cold jade.

"Tap."

A light sound.

This sound was not loud, perhaps even faint.

But it did not travel through the air; instead, it exploded directly in the deepest part of the Souls of the tens of thousands of Cultivators in the venue!

【Active Special Effect: Sound of the Dao (Micro)】

【Effect: Any sound produced by the Host will carry a trace of the rhythm of the "Dao," making the listeners' minds tremble.】

In an instant!

The entire auction house, the noise, chatter, and breathing of tens of thousands of people... all sounds came to an abrupt halt!

The world was drained of all sound.

All Cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, froze in that instant, their Divine Souls trembling.

That was not pressure, nor was it Killing Intent.

That was a presence from a higher dimension, declaring its arrival to this world.

In the corridor, the charging Qilin Blood Prince's body suddenly locked up, his muscles tensed to the point of spasm.

The monstrous rage on his Face was instantly extinguished by a chilling fear, leaving only pale horror.

He stiffly, inch by inch, raised his head to look at the balcony of the heavenly character no. 1 private box.

He saw it.

That white-clad figure.

That figure who rode the Old Yellow Ox and viewed him as dust!

At this moment, that person was standing quietly on the balcony, overlooking the entire venue.

There was no emotion on that peerlessly handsome Face.

That pair of bottomless eyes was not looking at him either.

But the Qilin Blood Prince felt as if his Soul was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, seen through inside and out!

He remembered the miserable state of the nine Dragons crawling.

He remembered the Bloodline suppression brought by that Old Yellow Ox.

He remembered that light sound just now, which made his Divine Soul crumble.

Who... exactly is he?!

The anger was long gone.

Only a bone-chilling coldness remained.

He finally understood why Mo Wentian was so unyielding.

He also finally understood how stupid and ridiculous his previous clamor was.

Snatch his seat?

Was he worthy?

The Qilin Blood Prince's Face turned green and white, and finally, he let out a cold snort in the direction of the heavenly character no. 1 private box.

This cold snort had no deterrent power; it was more like he was trying to regain a sliver of pathetic Face for himself.

"Good, very good!"

He gritted his teeth, each word bursting out from between his teeth.

"The seat, I will leave it to you!"

"I want to see, in the upcoming auction, whether your financial power is as great as your airs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned abruptly and fled into the heavenly character no. 2 private box next door, slamming the door shut.

A storm was eliminated in the invisible.

On the balcony, Su Changge looked at the fleeing back, his heart quietly relaxing.

"Fortunately, we didn't fight, otherwise I would have really been exposed."

He walked back to the private box leisurely, picked up the Spiritual tea on the table, and took a small sip.

"Want to regain your standing in terms of financial power?"

A playful arc curled up at the corner of Su Changge's mouth.

"That would be interesting."

"I am penniless, let's see how you compare with me."