44: Wang Teng: I am the chosen one! Qin Feng: Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!

Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Tiandu.

The sacred imperial city floated in the center of the sky like a heavenly palace, with a vast sea of clouds churning beneath the towering walls like a boundless white ocean.

The Myriad Dao Merchant Guild's centennial auction had catapulted this ancient divine capital, which gathered the Luck of the Nine Provinces, into the absolute focal point of the entire continent.

Above the heavens, brilliant lights flowed and colors overflowed.

Golden chariots, radiant with divine light, rolled over the clouds, leaving behind long trails of luminescence.

Giant treasure ships tearing through the Void Realm cast shadows that blotted out the sun, the ancient formations engraved on their hulls flickering with a heart-palpitating light.

There were even exotic beasts emitting overwhelming ferocity, used as mounts by powerful Cultivators; their angry roars shook the nine heavens, proclaiming their masters' extraordinary status.

Star-Plucking Tower.

At this moment, the entire top floor, which was usually impossible to book, had been completely cleared for just one person.

"Young Master Wang is truly peerless in this world!"

"Even if the Elders of those Holy Lands wanted to book the top floor of this Star-Plucking Tower, they would have to queue months in advance! As soon as you arrived, the Tower Lord had to personally scramble out to welcome you! This is what you call status!"

A group of richly dressed Cultivators with extraordinary auras surrounded a young man in the center, like stars surrounding the moon.

The young man wore dark gold robes embroidered with Flood Dragons, and the Magic Treasures all over his body were so radiant they were almost blinding; he was none other than the Young Lord of the Wang Family of the Northern Region, Wang Teng.

His chin was slightly raised, and he habitually looked at people through his nostrils; that bone-deep arrogance almost manifested into substance, overflowing from him.

Listening to the strenuous flattery of his lackeys, he enjoyed it immensely, picking up a wine cup carved from Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade and draining it in one gulp.

Bang!

The wine cup was slammed heavily onto the Purple-gold wood table, letting out a dull thud.

"Well said!"

Wang Teng's voice was loud, his arrogance completely undisguised.

"At this auction, This Young Master will not only bid for everything I fancy, but I will also let the entire Xuanyuan Continent know who the true protagonist of this era is!"

His gaze pierced through the roiling mist and fell upon the majestic imperial palace in the distance, where Dragon Qi rose; his eyes were filled with blatant, naked greed.

"Especially the Yaochi Saintess, Ling Qingzhu!"

"This Young Master personally went to the Jade Pool to seek an audience, yet she avoided me and then went running off to the Su Family! This time, This Young Master will let her see with her own eyes that I, Wang Teng, am ten thousand times stronger than that waste from the Su Family who only knows how to sleep!"

The "waste" he spoke of was, naturally, Su Chen.

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely in his heart, nearly incinerating his last shred of reason.

"The Divine Son of the Su Family? A turtle hiding in its shell who only knows how to be born into the right family—how could he be compared to a peerless Prodigy like you, Young Master Wang?"

"Exactly! He isn't even worthy of carrying your shoes, Young Master Wang!"

The lackeys immediately understood and chimed in frantically, each one filled with righteous indignation as if Su Chen had stolen their own women.

Wang Teng was greatly pleased by what he heard, as if he could already see a glorious future where he suppressed Su Chen and held that icy beauty in his arms.

Just then.

A hoarse voice drifted faintly from the stairwell, carrying a perfectly measured hint of self-abasement.

"Young Master Wang's elegance truly lives up to its reputation; it has truly opened This Qin's eyes."

Everyone turned to look.

A young man in blue robes slowly walked up the stairs.

His face, originally exceptionally handsome, was now as pale as paper. His empty left sleeve swayed in the wind, and his entire being exuded the desolation and dejection of a hero at the end of his path.

It was Qin Feng.

"Isn't that the so-called 'Light of the Righteous Path,' Qin Feng? I heard he offended the Yaochi Saintess in the Tianyuan Secret Realm and had an arm severed in public, fleeing as pathetically as a dog."

"A stray dog dares to come to a place like Tiandu."

The discussions in the tower weren't loud, but every word was like a dagger to the heart.

Wang Teng naturally recognized him as well; his brows furrowed instantly, his disgust plain for all to see.

He most despised these low-born commoners who dreamed of reaching the heavens in a single bound, always thinking like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.

"Where did this one-armed dog come from? Get lost for This Young Master!"

Wang Teng's voice was full of contempt and impatience.

"You're dirtying This Young Master's territory!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng's body trembled imperceptibly, and a more bitter smile appeared on his face.

He bowed deeply to Wang Teng, his posture lowered to the dust, like a humble ant looking up at the sun.

"Young Master Wang is right to lecture me. This Qin was born of humble origins and would not dare to compete for brilliance with a sun like Young Master Wang."

His extremely low posture greatly satisfied Wang Teng's inflated vanity.

Wang Teng gave a cold snort, adopting a high-and-mighty air.

"Then what did you come up here for?"

Deep in Qin Feng's eyes, an imperceptible glint flashed for an instant, and then he let out a heavy sigh.

That sigh was filled with endless grief, indignation, and resentment, as if it carried all the injustice in the world.

"This Qin simply feels that this world is too unfair!"

"A true Prodigy as radiant as you, Young Master Wang, should be revered by the masses and have beauties falling for you."

"But that Fairy Ling... she just had to go see a waste who only knows how to be born into the right family!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Teng's expression darkened instantly.

Qin Feng's words were like a red-hot iron poker, accurately stabbing him in his most painful and sensitive spot!

Qin Feng acted as if he didn't see it and continued on his own, his voice becoming increasingly sorrowful and full of infectious emotion.

He suddenly raised his only remaining right arm as if to express his indignation, but then let it fall dejectedly, playing the part of a frustrated man to perfection.

"In the Tianyuan Secret Realm, This Qin only wanted to fight for an Opportunity, yet I was bullied by the Su Family's power and nearly lost my life and cultivation!"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Wang Teng.

"They said that anyone who becomes an enemy of the Divine Son must be utterly exterminated!"

"This Qin is simply unwilling to accept this!"

"Why is it that he, Su Chen, is born with everything, while even our right to look at Fairy Ling is snatched away by his family's dogs?!"

"This Su Family is so overbearing! So unfair!"

The last sentence was almost roared out.

Boom!

Hearing this, Wang Teng felt a surge of hot blood rush straight to his head!

A soulmate!

This Qin Feng was practically the roundworm in his own belly! He was like a brother from another mother!

He had instantly ignited all the resentment he felt from being ignored by Ling Qingzhu!

"The Su Family again!"

He slammed the table violently, shattering the Spiritual food and delicacies covering it.

"This Young Master knew it—not a single person in that Su Family is good! Su Chen is a waste, and his family's dogs are a pack of vicious hounds!"

Looking at Qin Feng's "miserable" state, a heroic feeling of "we are both fellow sufferers at the end of the world" welled up within him.

"Qin Feng, right?"

Wang Teng strode forward and slapped Qin Feng heavily on the shoulder.

"Don't worry! This Young Master will vent this grievance for you!"

"In this Tiandu, it's not the Su Family's turn to cover the sky with one hand! From now on, you'll follow This Young Master!"

Qin Feng's face immediately showed an expression of being "overwhelmed by favor" and "moved to tears." He bowed deeply to Wang Teng, his voice choking with emotion.

"Thank you, Young Master Wang! Your great kindness is something This Qin will never forget as long as I live!"

"I am willing to serve you, Young Master Wang, and would not hesitate even if I had to die ten thousand deaths!"

His head was buried deep.

No one saw the cold, calculating curve that hooked at the corner of his mouth.

[Wang Teng, you straw bag hollowed out by wine and women, you're even easier to fool than I imagined.]