Who Can't Call for Backup!

"Welcome to the Cangyun Chamber of Commerce. May I ask what you guests need? This Humble One can offer some recommendations."

The Cangyun Chamber of Commerce's service was excellent. No sooner had the group entered than a sales guide approached and politely inquired.

"Thank you, but we'll just look around on our own..." Mo Shang declined the offer. They had only come in to browse, with nothing in particular they wished to buy.

"Very well, guests. The Chamber will be hosting an auction shortly. Would you like to attend? Perhaps there will be something you need..." the guide added.

"An auction?"

Beside him, Gu Qingzhou seemed to recall something at these words, his eyes lighting up. He said to the others, "Come on, let's go check out the auction."

"Something good?" Seeing how attentive Gu Qingzhou was, Mo Shang sensed something and asked.

Gu Qingzhou was a reincarnator who knew the future's course. If he cared this much, there must be something valuable appearing at the auction...

"You'll find out when we get there..." Gu Qingzhou said with a smile, raising an eyebrow at Mo Shang.

"Do you two want to go?" Mo Shang didn't agree immediately but instead asked the other two for their opinions.

"Sure." Jiang Shuyu nodded.

"Then let's take a look."

Seeing this, Liu Ruyan also nodded slightly, then turned to the guide and said, "Book us a private room."

"Very well, guests, this way please. There's only one room left." The guide smiled and gestured for them to follow.

However, just as they were about to head over with the guide, a somewhat arrogant voice rang out in their ears.

"This last room—This Young Master wants it!"

Before the words had even faded, three cultivators in matching red robes strode over to them.

The young man at the lead wore a cold, proud expression, his brow carrying a condescending disdain. The Divine Fire Sect emblem embroidered on his robe gleamed harshly under the lamplight.

"I knew it..." Mo Shang couldn't help but complain inwardly.

Places like auctions were prime triggering grounds for a chosen one's trouble-attracting constitution.

Especially since they had two chosen ones with them—if they didn't run into some trouble, he'd feel something was missing.

"Fellow Daoists, first come, first served should be the rule here, shouldn't it? Isn't this against protocol?" Liu Ruyan frowned at them, her expression cooling.

"First come, first served? Do you know who my father is? My father is Li Batian, Lord of Cangyun City!"

"In this Cangyun City, I am the rule. Be sensible and hand over the room, or don't blame us for being rude!"

The young man spoke with utter disdain, and the two disciples behind him stepped forward, their auras pressing down, clearly intent on taking the room by force.

Seeing his overbearing attitude, anger flickered across Liu Ruyan's face.

But just as she was about to lose her temper, the guide quietly whispered to them, "Guests, he is the son of the Lord of Cangyun City. It's best not to offend him..."

At these words, Liu Ruyan's frown deepened.

She had heard of the Lord of Cangyun City's reputation—a True Dharma Realm expert, someone even first-rate sects wouldn't lightly provoke, let alone their Falling Cloud Sect.

"We..."

Thinking this over, Liu Ruyan opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, Gu Qingzhou suddenly stepped forward.

"You're pretty cocky. Dare to spar with me?"

Gu Qingzhou took a step forward, a casual air about him, his gaze fixed directly on the leading young man without a trace of fear.

The moment he spoke, the entire hall fell silent.

The surrounding cultivators stared in shock, clearly not expecting these seemingly unknown people to dare provoke the City Lord's son!

The young man was stunned at first, then burst into laughter as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Hahaha, you? Do you even know who I am?"

The two disciples behind him joined in with sneers, their eyes full of mockery.

"Looks like you've lived long enough, daring to speak to our young master like that!"

"Kneel and apologize now, or today you'll walk in standing and leave lying down!"

Gu Qingzhou's smile turned colder. A faint wisp of spiritual power began to gather at his fingertips. "Less talk. Do you dare to fight? Or are you scared?"

"Hahaha, not bad!"

The young man laughed in fury. In this Cangyun City, he had always done as he pleased—when had he ever been publicly challenged like this?

His eyes swept over Gu Qingzhou darkly, and he sneered again. "Fine! Since you're asking for death, This Young Master will grant it!"

As his voice fell, the young man's spiritual power erupted. Azure energy coiled around him, revealing his peak Spirit Gathering Realm cultivation!

The next moment, his figure vanished. A palm strike, condensed with sharp wind-element spiritual power, howled as it shot straight for Gu Qingzhou's chest!

The strike was blindingly fast and heavy, clearly meant to cripple Gu Qingzhou in one blow and make an example of him.

Liu Ruyan and Jiang Shuyu's expressions shifted. They moved to help, but Mo Shang raised a hand to stop them.

"Relax. Just watch." Mo Shang shook his head, his gaze calm as he observed the scene.

Gu Qingzhou had been reborn. If he could be beaten by a mere Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator, then his rebirth would have been a complete waste.

"Too slow."

Gu Qingzhou's expression remained calm. Just as the palm wind was about to land on him, his figure suddenly shifted to the side, evading it as effortlessly as taking a leisurely stroll.

At the same time, he flicked his fingertip, and a faint, inconspicuous strand of pale golden Sword Qi shot out silently, streaking toward the young man. Its speed was so great that it reached the opponent in the blink of an eye.

"Heh, Falling Cloud Sect has produced a decent seedling after all."

But just as the Sword Qi was about to strike, a slightly aged voice suddenly rang out from the void.

The next moment, a wrinkled hand reached out from the void, caught the Sword Qi in its palm, and crushed it into nothingness with ease.

Immediately after, a white-haired, stooped old man emerged from the void, appearing before everyone's eyes.

"Same old routine—beat the young one, and the old one shows up. No creativity at all..." Looking at the old man before him, Gu Qingzhou seemed to have anticipated this. He shrugged helplessly and let out a sigh.

"A sharp-tongued brat. Since you've offended our young master, you might as well stay here." The old man sneered, raising a hand slightly toward Gu Qingzhou.

The next moment, a massive hand formed of spiritual power materialized out of thin air and reached for Gu Qingzhou.

Facing the incoming giant spiritual hand, Gu Qingzhou's expression didn't change at all, nor did he show any intention of dodging. He simply smiled calmly and said, "You think you're the only one who can call for backup? Old Deng, get over here and help me!"

"Hey hey hey, that's going too far. I am your master."

As Gu Qingzhou spoke, a voice full of helplessness suddenly rang out across the scene.

At the same time, a dazzling sword light flared, and the giant spiritual hand instantly shattered, dissolving into nothingness.