Ge Ye Asked for Help, Only to Be Extorted

Monster Mountain Range.

After leaving the cave, Liu Yun swiftly made his escape. Not far away, he found He Qingfeng, who had nothing to do. After the two met up, they did not stop along the way as they returned to the Mittle Auction House.

The moment he returned to the Mittle Auction House, he received word from Ya Fei that someone from the Misty Cloud Sect had arrived and wanted the Mittle Auction House to help find someone.

It could only be said that the Misty Cloud Sect's move was pretty absurd. Asking him to help find someone—wasn't that like a thief crying thief?

Still, in order to avoid trouble, Liu Yun decided to head to the reception hall for a look.

At that moment, an old man in white robes sat in the seat of honor, his expression incomparably grim. His tone was urgent as he glared angrily at Ya Fei with the bearing of a superior and shouted:

"The chief disciple of my Misty Cloud Sect's sect leader was abducted by villains in Wutan City. Yet you, as the greatest power in Wutan City, keep making excuses and refuse to send anyone to assist us. Could it be that you have a guilty conscience?"

That single sentence greatly alarmed several of the Mittle Auction House's higher-ups. That accusation was far too serious. Nalan Yanran was Sect Leader Yun Yun's disciple; one careless misstep from the Mittle Auction House could earn them the resentment of a Dou Huang expert.

"Please calm your anger, Mister Ge Ye. The Mite'er Family and the Misty Cloud Sect have always been excellent partners. We deeply sympathize with your sect over this mishap, but the auction house's chief person in charge is currently absent, so Ya Fei cannot make a decision on her own. I hope Mister Ge Ye will understand," Ya Fei said respectfully.

"Hmph. I hope your chief person in charge arrives soon. Otherwise, you will not be able to bear the consequences!" Ge Ye snorted coldly, flicking his sleeve.

Just as everyone looked at one another in dismay, a teasing voice broke the silence.

"Oh? Mister Ge Ye, what consequences exactly are we supposed to bear?"

Everyone was delighted at those words. Their chief person in charge had arrived at last, so they no longer had to suffer through this dilemma.

Ge Ye looked toward the voice and saw a handsome young man walking over step by step. The aura of authority he exuded invisibly was even stronger than Ge Ye's own as a Dou Ling.

"Hmph. Someone from my Misty Cloud Sect was abducted on your territory, yet your Mite'er Family refuses to help. If anything truly happens to Yan Ran, your Mittel Auction House can wait to endure the sect leader's wrath!" Ge Ye said.

"Mister Ge Ye, may I ask if you're brain-dead?" Liu Yun asked.

The moment those words came out, it felt as though the air around them had frozen. No one had expected him to start with an insult, and the entire conference hall fell into brief silence.

Ge Ye rubbed his ears, unable to believe what he had heard. Looking around and seeing the same stunned expressions on everyone's faces, he finally confirmed that he had indeed been cursed at. Ge Ye flew into a rage.

"You truly have some nerve!"

Ge Ye's aura erupted, and the pressure of a Dou Ling spread out as though he would strike in fury the very next moment.

"My grandfather is Mitel Tengshan. I'll give you the chance to attack me—do you dare?" Liu Yun narrowed his eyes, though the smile on his face did not fade.

Ge Ye's heart jolted, and his earlier momentum deflated like a punctured balloon.

This young man was actually the Young Clan Leader of the Mite'er Family. Now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place!

Although the Mite'er Family had declined in recent years, no one could be certain whether the Ice Emperor, once renowned throughout the Jia Ma Empire, was still alive. The Misty Cloud Sect was not afraid of the Mite'er Family, but neither could they provoke them casually. That old fellow Teng Shan was no easy target either.

Within the Jia Ma Empire, the Mite'er Family was not to be underestimated. Though he was a Dou Ling backed by the Misty Cloud Sect, he truly did not dare offend the Mite'er Family beyond repair.

"It seems Mister Ge Ye still doesn't dare. Then where did you get the nerve to come make trouble at my Mittle Auction House?

"Your Misty Cloud Sect lost a disciple, so you expect us to help you find her. Which screw in your head came loose to make you think that's only natural?

"Or has your Misty Cloud Sect grown so used to being tyrannical that you think every other family should act like your dogs? Have you ever considered that what you're doing today will disgrace the Misty Cloud Sect?" Liu Yun asked.

Ge Ye said nothing. He had been left utterly speechless by the rebuke.

"Honestly, calling you brain-dead was giving you too much credit. Now apologize to my Sister Ya Fei, or I'll report this matter to the family and have my grandfather negotiate with your Misty Cloud Sect," Liu Yun said without yielding an inch.

The Mittle Auction House's higher-ups: We were threatened too, so why was only Ya Fei getting an apology?

Ge Ye was now riding a tiger he could not dismount from. Once he calmed down and thought it over, he realized that today's matter truly was his fault. Nalan Yanran's disappearance had made him lose his head.

Ge Ye was no ordinary man. He knew when to bend and when to stand tall. In finding Nalan Yanran, he still needed the Mittle Auction House's help. No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to lower his head.

He understood clearly that Nalan Yanran's abduction made him the greatest—and only—person responsible. He had to find Nalan Yanran quickly. Otherwise, it would no longer just be a matter of responsibility; even his old life might not be secure.

"I was presumptuous earlier. I hope Miss Ya Fei can forgive me!" Ge Ye said through gritted teeth. He bowed to Ya Fei, then turned to Liu Yun. "Is that sufficient?"

"Mister Ge Ye, your apology is far too perfunctory," Liu Yun said.

At those words, Ge Ye's lips trembled with fury. From the look of it, he might explode at any moment.

"What exactly do you want before you'll let this matter go?" Ge Ye gritted out. Though furious inside, he was also anxious, worried that something might happen to Nalan Yanran.

"It isn't about what I want. Mister Ge Ye needs to apologize, but your apology simply lacks sincerity," Liu Yun said calmly.

He was not afraid that Ge Ye would attack in anger, because Elder He was nearby. He did not want to make too big a fuss of this matter either, but he could not be too spineless, could he? My dear Sister Ya Fei is watching. If I back down now, what will my wife think of me?

Ge Ye was beside himself with rage at those words. I already bowed and apologized. How is that not sincere enough?

"Wait, sincerity?" Ge Ye suddenly thought of something and came to a realization.

He took out a jade bottle and said resentfully, "This is a Third-grade Pill: the Wind Hành Pill. Is that sincere enough?"

The Wind Hành Pill increased one's movement speed and was a miraculous medicine for escaping.

"Enough, enough. Mister Ge Ye truly is generous. Since that is the case, we'll consider your troubling the Mittle Auction House settled!" Liu Yun said with a beaming smile. He took the jade bottle and placed it in Ya Fei's hand.

"Then please dispatch people to search for my sect's disciple as soon as possible," Ge Ye said.

"Mister Ge Ye, you truly know how to joke. When did I ever say I would help you find someone?" Liu Yun asked, his expression turning stern.

"You..." Ge Ye did his best to suppress his anger. "You accepted the pill. Are you planning to deny it now?"

"That Wind Hành Pill was your compensation for apologizing. What does it have to do with finding someone?" Liu Yun spread his hands, wearing a surprised expression. Then, in a tone maddening enough to drive someone to death, he said, "My Mittle Auction House values profit. Mister Ge Ye, don't think you can get something for nothing."

"You're going too far!" Ge Ye said, about to attack.

"Mister Ge Ye, time is precious. Perhaps in the few minutes you've spent bickering, Miss Nalan has already been harmed. Or perhaps, given Miss Nalan's beauty, the kidnappers may do something even more excessive," Liu Yun said teasingly.

"You... This is a Third-grade Pill: the Xing Shen Pill. I hope you will hurry and save her," Ge Ye said.

"Miss Nalan is so precious, yet she's only worth one Third-grade Pill?" Liu Yun said sarcastically.

"Don't push people too far!" Ge Ye roared helplessly.

"If something happens to Miss Nalan, Mister Ge Ye's head may be in danger too! That's two heads!" Liu Yun sighed.

Listening to Liu Yun's mockery, Ge Ye felt a chill run through his entire body.

"This is a fourth-grade pill: the Qi Gathering Powder. Do not continue being unreasonable, sir. This is already the most precious pill I can offer," Ge Ye said.

"Mister Ge Ye is truly generous!" Liu Yun praised, smiling broadly.