123: Chapter 123 The Battle That Was Stopped

"Your family's trash young master Auston had more guts than skill. He provoked us first, and being crippled is his own fault! He deserved it!"

Jin Duobao spoke with spittle flying everywhere, sweeping away his previous merchant-like demeanor and revealing the absolute dominance of a Star Pavilion executive.

"I am telling you clearly right now!"

"Young Master Lin is the top-tier partner of our Star Pavilion! He is a living God of Wealth holding a Supreme Black Card!"

The goblin old man swung his staff fiercely, pointing it at the Starlight Clan elder's nose. "If you dare touch a single hair on his head today, I guarantee that the Star Pavilion will cut off all resource supplies and commercial shipping routes for your Starlight Clan in the Hundred Cities Alliance tomorrow!"

"If you don't believe me, feel free to try!"

The surrounding aliens who were watching were all dumbfounded.

For the sake of a 'country bumpkin,' the Star Pavilion actually deployed two Seventh-Rank combat mechas, the treasures of their pavilion?

They were even willing to go to full-scale war with the Starlight Clan, the local power of Tianshu Star, and sever all trade?!

Just what did this youth in black do in the Star Pavilion?!

Did he save the illegitimate son of the Star Pavilion Master?!

Elder Olders' face in mid-air had turned the color of pig liver.

The sphere of starlight in his hand was held aloft; he couldn't bring himself to throw it, nor could he simply let it dissipate.

He stared fixedly at Lin Yuan, who was protected behind the two Seventh-Rank mechas, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

But he didn't dare act. Although he was a Sixth-Rank Peak, if those two Seventh-Rank mechas equipped with Anti-matter Weapons opened fire, he would be blasted into dust in an instant.

Furthermore, as the largest commercial giant in the Hundred Cities Alliance and even the middle reaches of the Ancient Road, the Star Pavilion's true big boss was a mysterious Eighth-Rank Grandmaster!

An existence like that could crush the Starlight Clan as easily as an ant.

After weighing the pros and cons...

"Fine! Fine! What a Star Pavilion! What a Supreme Guest!"

Elder Olders forcibly dissipated the sphere of True Essence in his hand. The frustration of being forced to swallow the grudge of his grandson's crippling almost made him cough up a mouthful of blood.

He turned around and roared at the guards below who were frozen in fear, "You useless trash! Why haven't you fished the Young Master out of the sewer yet?!"

He watched as the guards scrambled to fish the person out.

"Kid, consider yourself lucky. With the Star Pavilion protecting you today, I'll admit defeat."

"But..."

The old man let out a cold sneer.

"Since you are a Supreme VIP of the Star Pavilion, you must have some spare cash on you."

"Tomorrow is the Hundred Cities Alliance's annual Star Sea Grand Auction!"

"That is not a place where you can run wild with just fists and bodyguards. It's a place where heritage and true financial power matter! I want to see if the Star Pavilion can still pay for you at the auction!"

Elder Olders flicked his sleeve. "If you have the guts, we'll see who's truly superior at the auction tomorrow! I'll show you what a real Starry Sky Clan is!"

With that, he swept up the barely conscious Auston, who had just been fished out, and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing into the distance in extreme humiliation.

Watching the Starlight Clan elder's dejected departure, Lin Yuan, standing behind the Seventh-Rank mechas, wasn't angry about the battle being interrupted.

He reached out and patted the hard Supreme Black Card in his pocket, which held a massive sum of thirty million top-grade Source Stones.

This was equivalent to draining fifty years of wealth from an established Seventh-Rank City Lord, plus the core products of the ancient Titan Ruins.

"Comparing wealth?"

Lin Yuan couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, the mockery in his eyes deepening.

"Sure."

He tossed a soul-crushing sentence toward the direction the Starlight Clan elder had left:

"I hope at tomorrow's auction..."

"Your clan has brought enough of your coffin money."

Night on Tianshu Star was a never-ending cyber-cultivation carnival.

In the very center of this megacity floated a magnificent building resembling an inverted pyramid—the Star Sea Floating Auction Center.

This was the largest gold-consuming pit in the Hundred Cities Alliance. The daily cash flow was enough to buy a small resource planet.

At this moment, the interior of the auction center was already bustling with noise.

In the massive hall on the first floor, which could accommodate a hundred thousand people, were nobles from various star systems, mechanical modification fanatics, elders of cultivation sects, and geniuses from various high-level races.

And above the heads of these hundred thousand people floated a ring of top-tier private boxes made of one-way starry sky glass.

"Look! That's the 'Heaven No. 1' box! The lights are actually on!"

In the hall, someone cried out in alarm, and countless gazes simultaneously turned toward the highest box, which symbolized absolute status and wealth.

"Hiss... Heaven No. 1? I remember even that Sixth-Rank Peak elder of the Starlight Clan only got the Heaven No. 3 plaque today. Could the person sitting inside be some Eighth-Rank God King?"

"Definitely a big shot! I heard that Jin Duobao, the chief appraiser of the Star Pavilion, was personally leading the way like a servant just now!"

Amidst the discussions filled with awe and speculation...

Inside the Heaven No. 1 box, Lin Yuan was slumped unceremoniously on a sofa covered in Seventh-Rank Ice Silk.

Behind him, Dragon Battle, Ancient Sword Soul, and Ji Hongyi were trying their best to remain calm, but their restrained behavior as they looked around still exposed the shock in their hearts.

The spiritual energy concentration in this box was ten times denser than even the blessed lands on Earth!

The welcoming fruits placed casually on the table were all top-grade spiritual fruits worth ten thousand gold outside!

"Lord Lin, are you satisfied with this environment?"

Jin Duobao stood to the side, personally holding a pot of steaming Dao Enlightenment Tea, his face covered in a fawning smile.

"It'll do." Lin Yuan took a sip of tea. "Is that old guy peeking around in the Heaven No. 3 box below the Starlight Clan elder from yesterday?"

"It is indeed that old dog Olders." Jin Duobao sneered. "His grandson Auston's mecha was scrapped by you, and seventy percent of his bones were shattered. He likely came to the auction today to bid for some sacred healing medicine."

"Oh?" A hint of mischief flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. "Then I'm afraid he's going to return empty-handed today."

Clang—!

With the melodious sound of a bronze bell, the entire venue fell silent instantly.

A hot female auctioneer of the Feather Clan with a pair of pure white wings descended onto the stage on a floating disc.

"Welcome, honored guests, to the Star Sea Auction Center! Without further ado, today's first item—the S-grade psionic warblade, Thunderfire. The starting price is one million Star Coins!"

The auction officially began, and the initial atmosphere was extremely heated.

Various S-grade weapons, Sixth-Rank cultivation techniques, and high-level mecha blueprints were presented one after another. The aliens below were arguing until they were red in the face to compete for these treasures.

But inside the Heaven No. 1 box, Lin Yuan spent the entire time yawning.