47: The divine child appears, each step leaving a void!

Inside the Myriad Dao Auction House was another artificially opened grotto-heaven.

The space was vast, capable of accommodating a hundred thousand Cultivators.

The entire venue resembled an inverted giant pagoda, with social strata blatantly materialized.

The lower levels were packed with common seats, crowded and filled with mixed auras, while the upper levels were elegant private rooms suffused with Spiritual Qi, overlooking the masses.

And above everyone's heads, at the end of that brilliant stellar radiance, a single Star Gazing Platform hung in lonely isolation.

It did not belong to any faction, standing aloof from the world like the cold, indifferent eye of a deity gazing down upon the mortal realm.

Today, above the entrance to this Star Gazing Platform, which had not been opened for millennia, hung a purple-gold token.

On the token was only a single character.

A character that was ancient, vigorous, and seemed to be branded with the ultimate principles of the great Dao.

— Su.

"On what grounds?!"

The moment Wang Teng stepped into the venue, that character pierced his eyeballs like a red-hot poisoned needle.

Jealousy instantly burned through his pitiful shred of reason.

His Wang Family of the Northern Region, while awe-inspiring in their region, only occupied a VIP room on the second floor, on par with the Yaochi Holy Land.

On what grounds did the Su Family stand above everyone else?!

Just because of that useless trash who only knows how to seclude himself to sleep, and can't even be bothered to see his own Fiancée?!

"Young Master Wang, please calm your anger."

Qin Feng spoke in a low voice beside him, his posture as humble as the most loyal hunting dog.

"After all, the Su Family is an immortal lineage with unfathomable heritage. It's only reasonable for the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild to show them some Face."

While his mouth advised, the resentment and jealousy churning in his heart were like boiling venom, even stronger than Wang Teng's.

He, Qin Feng, had struggled his entire life, surviving countless deadly perils, to barely squeeze into this second floor.

That Su Chen, doing nothing at all, could sit high above the clouds.

How utterly unfair!

"Hmph! He's nothing but a parasite riding on his ancestors' legacy!"

Wang Teng indignantly flicked his sleeve and stormed into his family's VIP room.

The venue buzzed with voices as various factions took their seats. Yet, everyone's gaze would subconsciously drift toward that empty Star Gazing Platform, followed by hushed whispers.

"Will the Divine Son of the Su Family really come?"

"I doubt it. That's the one who wouldn't even give Face to the Yaochi Saintess. Would he attend such mundane affairs?"

"It's eighty percent likely a false rumor spread by the Su Family to bolster their prestige. Look up there, not even a ghostly shadow."

Just as everyone was buzzing with discussion, and the opening bell of the auction was about to chime...

On that Star Gazing Platform suspended above everyone's heads...

Space, manifested a certain kind of "error."

There was no sound.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power.

That patch of void simply, unreasonably, caved inward, as if pressed into a dimple by an invisible hand.

Light passing through that area was distorted, devoured, forming an absolute dark singularity.

Under the suddenly frozen gazes of tens of thousands of Cultivators in the venue...

A figure in white robes stepped out from that indented void, as leisurely as if strolling through a garden.

He was not riding any Magic Treasure.

He did not tear any space open.

He just appeared naturally, as if he originally belonged to that void, as if he *was* the void itself.

With each step he took, endless Laws of the void manifested and perished beneath his feet, submitting!

A set of white robes, spotless and unstained.

Jet-black hair was tied up simply with a plain white jade hairpin. On that impossibly handsome Face hung a lazy smile, as if he couldn't muster interest in anything in the world.

Those deep peach-blossom eyes held an aloofness that seemed to see through all eternity.

With a single, gentle blink, it was as if a galaxy shattered and reformed within them.

Time seemed to stand still.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators, whether they were sect masters and magnates of great renown or arrogant prodigies, all seemed to have their fates seized by the throat, mouths agape, eyes wide.

Everyone's minds collectively short-circuited at this moment.

Perception, was overturned.

[Hehehe... Little Liar, is this the 'salted fish' life you were hoping for?]

[This venerable one just loves making you stand at the highest point, accepting the worship of these ants, precisely when you most want to lie flat... This feeling is really not bad.]

Ye Linghan let out a peal of delighted, coquettish laughter in her heart, yet her Face maintained that same lazy, aloof expression.

She lazily walked to the white jade railing at the edge of the Star Gazing Platform, stretched in a pleasing manner, then leaned against it. Her gaze fell upon the auction stage, as if waiting for a boring play to begin.

This demeanor.

This unfathomable, ghostly method of appearance.

It matched the legendary image of the Divine Son of the Su Family perfectly!

Instantly, the entire venue erupted!

"Heavens! It's the Divine Son of the Su Family! He really came!"

"What is that... It's the Dao! The Great Dao of Space! He actually plays with the Laws of Space in the palm of his hand! I can't even sense him using spiritual power!"

"Mediocre cultivation? Lack of ambition?! Bullshit! Whoever spread those rumors is blind! This is returning to simplicity! This is the ultimate simplicity of the Great Dao!"

Inside a VIP room on the second floor...

The Yaochi Holy Land.

The moment Ling Qingzhu saw that figure, her breath hitched violently.

Her ice-sealed Dao Heart pounded wildly, almost shattering her chest cavity.

It's him!

He actually really came!

Did he make an exception to leave seclusion because he knew I was here?

Was it... for me?

An indescribable joy and shyness transformed into a scalding torrent, instantly washing away all her composure.

Looking at his calm, effortless demeanor, treating space as if it were nothing—this was his true bearing!

The lazy, narcissistic man from the diary overlapped with the god-like figure before her eyes, throwing her heart into chaos. An unconscious blush even crept onto her cheeks.

Liu Ruyan licked her candied hawthorn with interest, her enchanting eyes narrowing into slits, sparkling with inquisitive light.

"Interesting... This entrance is far more ostentatious than the 'salted fish' in the diary who just wanted to lie flat."

The corner of her mouth lifted in a playful arc.

"Little Man, are you deliberately putting on a show for someone? Or... are you simply not him at all?"

The Wang Family of the Northern Region.

"Bang!"

The ten-thousand-year warm jade cup in Wang Teng's hand was crushed to powder by his inadvertent grip.

The arrogance on his Face had long vanished, replaced by an ashen pallor.

He felt as if an invisible hand had clenched his heart, nearly stopping its beat.

Beside him, Qin Feng was as if struck by lightning, his entire body ice-cold!

His fingernails were already deeply embedded in his palms, a trace of blood seeping out, yet he felt no pain!

Impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

How could a useless hedonist possess such terrifying strength?!

This wasn't how the script was supposed to go!

Damn Su Chen, he's been pretending all along! He deceived everyone!

On the Star Gazing Platform, "Su Chen" savored the gazes of shock, awe, jealousy, and resentment from below, her heart laughing even more delightedly.

[Little Liar, see? This is the stage this venerable one prepared for you.]

[That so-called Fiancée of yours, her gaze when looking at this venerable one is practically dripping with threads of longing.]

[Hehehe... I'll play with your woman for you first.]

Her lazy gaze swept lightly, as if unintentionally, yet precisely landing on the VIP room of the Yaochi Holy Land.

When she caught the hidden joy and shyness in Ling Qingzhu's cool eyes, "Su Chen's" lips curved into a deeper, more sinister smile.

Towards that direction, he blinked once, extremely slowly, extremely subtly.