508: Chapter 508 I also quite like that Taoist nun.

Magic Treasure Classification: Mortal Weapon (Qi Refining), Magical Artifact (Foundation Establishment), Spiritual Artifact (Golden Core, Nascent Soul), Treasure Artifact (Soul Transformation, Body Integration), Dao Artifact (Void Tempering, Undergoing Tribulation), Immortal Artifact (Mahayana).

Inside the No. 2 Heaven-grade private room, Saint Son Yang Ritian slammed his armrest, splashing tea from his cup.

"Who has the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard to dare snatch items from this Saint?"

He stood up abruptly, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water, his gaze piercing toward the source of the voice like a blade.

The next instant, he stopped dead in his tracks. That was the No. 1 Heaven-grade room. Anyone capable of sitting in that room was certainly no ordinary person.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger, and asked as politely as possible:

"May I ask which sacred figure is the Fellow Daoist? Why do you know the Saintess of my Holy Land?"

Inside the No. 1 Heaven-grade room, Yu Lingshuang and Yue Xinlan looked at Ling Hao simultaneously, their expressions strange.

Mu Xiyao also held her breath, her hand unconsciously gripping the handle of the teapot, thinking to herself: Is this Moon Shadow Sect Master going to expose his identity right now?

In the shadows, Clan Master Mu Yaoguang and Mu Yunluo were observing the movements of the entire auction venue through a peering mirror. Clan Master Mu Yaoguang frowned deeply and whispered to Mu Yunluo beside her:

"Strange, this Moon Shadow Sect Master has been hiding his tracks perfectly. If he hadn't come to us himself, we wouldn't even have known he had come to Fusang Province. Why is he suddenly exposing his identity today?"

Mu Yunluo's gaze darkened: "If he truly exposes himself at this moment, it won't be good for our Mu Family. The Yuan family will definitely grow suspicious."

Clan Master Mu Yaoguang shook her head gently: "There's no helping it; we cannot fathom the thoughts of this Moon Shadow Sect Master. Let's just watch."

The auction hall was already filled with buzzing discussions. Cultivators in the general seating area were whispering to one another, all waiting for a response from the No. 1 Heaven-grade room. The noisy clamor almost threatened to lift the dome, but it was suppressed by a lazy voice from the fifth floor.

"Me? Liu Mobai of the Dongming Liu Family."

The voice carried a kind of nonchalant arrogance,

"You people in this backwater, have you ever heard the name of my Dongming Liu Family? What Golden Crow Holy Land, how lowly! Having one or two Mahayana Cultivators is enough to strut around here. If it weren't for the fact that this hairpin is something she likes, I wouldn't even bother to take a second look."

The Dongming Liu Family?!

Saint Son Yang Ritian's pupils contracted sharply. The tutor beside him also changed color slightly; he leaned in half a step and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Saint, as your partner, I advise you to think thrice. The Dongming Liu Family of the Central Plains is a power many times stronger than the Xuanwu Holy Land."

Saint Son Yang Ritian was silent for a moment and nodded slowly. When the Old Ancestor was talking with Lord Lu of the Xuanwu Holy Land, he had indeed mentioned this name.

As for whether it was a fake? A joke. In this remote place of Fusang Province, apart from figures of the same level, who would dare impersonate the Liu Family? Once the Liu Family found out, it would be a catastrophe.

Saint Son Yang Ritian suppressed the surging humiliation in his heart, bowed slightly, and kept his voice as steady as possible:

"So it is Fellow Daoist Liu of the Liu Family, excuse my rudeness. I am Saint Son Yang Ritian; I have offended you just now."

The voice from the opposite side drifted over again,

"I have no interest in you. The biggest gain from this trip to Fusang Province is meeting the Golden Crow Saintess. I want this hairpin, and I want her as well. Do you... have any objections?"

Saint Son Yang Ritian felt a blockage in his throat, as if he had been choked by something.

He used to be the one to snatch whatever he took a fancy to, but now it was someone else's turn to snatch from him.

So this is the taste of having one's love stolen by force? He bit his back teeth tightly, digging his nails into his palms, and barely managed not to explode on the spot.

No—he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. What did Liu Mobai mean by that? Could he have discovered the secret of Saintess Yan Xueyuan?

Saint Son Yang Ritian's mind raced through countless thoughts as he tentatively asked:

"It is her honor to be favored by Fellow Daoist Liu. It's just... since you favor her so much, why is she not by your side?"

"I don't like to force others."

That voice carried a hint of casual amusement, "She doesn't seem to have any feelings for me yet. But it doesn't matter; I believe that with my charm as Liu Mobai, she will like me sooner or later."

Saint Son Yang Ritian breathed a sigh of relief. It was just an infatuation with her appearance, at most coveting that body.

If he had truly discovered the secret within her, he would never let her leave so easily.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Saint Son Yang Ritian piled a smile on his face, "It is indeed her blessing to be appreciated by Fellow Daoist Liu."

"Heh,"

That voice sounded again, with a hint of playfulness, "I don't think you like her as much as that Fire Turtle Mountain master said, do you?"

Inside the No. 1 Earth-grade private room, Fire Turtle Mountain Master Sect Master Tu Wanxiong shivered violently, and a layer of cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner garment. He had only casually flattered him, yet he had managed to step on a landmine. He wished he could slap himself twice; why did he have to open his mouth and say "the Saint is so good to the Saintess" just now?

Saint Son Yang Ritian hurriedly opened his mouth,

"Fellow Daoist Liu is joking. Your affection for her far exceeds mine, so I should naturally yield. I believe that following Fellow Daoist Liu, she will be ten thousand times happier than following me."

When he said this, he himself felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He never expected that one day, he would be so subservient.

"Of course."

Ling Hao's voice became even lazier, "Following someone like you would only lead to suffering."

Saint Son Yang Ritian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Can't be angry, can't be angry.

When he opened his eyes again, his smile had returned, though it was a bit stiff:

"In half a year, I will hold the Dingding Ceremony in the Fusang Land of the Tanggu Kingdom. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Liu would be willing to grace us with your presence?"

"Sure."

Ling Hao replied leisurely, "I heard she will go too, so I will give you some face. I'll bring this hairpin along to give to her in person."

He paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and added:

"Oh right, I'm quite taken with that Daoist nun beside her too. Let her come as well when the time comes."

Boom—

Inside the No. 2 Heaven-grade private room, there was a crisp sound. The teacup shattered into powder in Saint Son Yang Ritian's palm, and the tea mixed with porcelain shards dripped through his fingers. His face was terrifyingly gloomy at that moment, and the spiritual power around his body was almost out of control.

"Hmm?"

The voice from next door drifted over with a hint of surprise.

Saint Son Yang Ritian snapped back to his senses and slapped Mu Yunqing, who was beside him, across the face.

"Slap!"

A crisp slap echoed through the room. Mu Yunqing was knocked to the ground, covering her face, not daring to make a sound, her eyes instantly turning red.

Saint Son Yang Ritian adjusted his breathing and raised his voice to say to the room next door:

"Please excuse me, Fellow Daoist Liu. The servant broke the teacup and has already been disciplined."

"I will yield this hairpin to you, Fellow Daoist."

Saint Son Yang Ritian's voice came over, with no discernible emotion.

Mu Qinglan stood on the auction stage, only then waking up from a dream, and cleared her throat.

"Five hundred million, the first time."

"Five hundred million, the second time."

"Five hundred million, the third time. Sold! Congratulations to the VIP in the No. 1 Heaven-grade room, the Phoenix Perch Crimson Flame Hairpin belongs to you."

With the final gavel, the clamor in the hall rose again.