Those Sun Moon Barbarians

"Sir, are you waiting for tonight's auction?" the attendant asked, eagerly refilling Feng Yan's tea.

Feng Yan lifted his teacup and gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

He did intend to attend the auction. If he could win something with Gold Soul Coins, all the better. It wasn't as though he was short on money.

After all, he still hadn't spent all the dowry his prospective father-in-law, Ning Fengzhi, had given him.

What was the point of having money if you didn't spend it? Might as well go rob someone.

If he didn't hurry up and spend it, in another ten thousand years these Gold Soul Coins would be dusty antiques no one wanted.

Besides, he had plenty of time.

One day in the Divine Realm was a year in the lower world. God King Tang had probably only just realized what was going on, and was likely still scratching his head.

An hour later, dusk fell. The doors of the Starlight Auction House opened, and crowds streamed in from every direction.

There were nobles dressed in gold and silver, Soul Masters with impressive auras, and merchants with fortunes around their waists.

Feng Yan simply watched, in no hurry to move.

That was, until a group of black devils passed through his field of vision and entered the auction house.

"What bad luck!"

Feng Yan drained the last of his tea and turned his gaze away from the Sun Moon Empire barbarians.

This era was much better than it had been ten thousand years ago. The one downside was that there were too many black devils.

Bad luck or not, he was the mighty God of Fire. It wasn't as if they could ruin his mood.

After leaving a few Gold Soul Coins behind, Feng Yan stood, straightened his collar, and went downstairs toward the entrance of the Starlight Auction House.

At the door, a guard responsible for checking guests stopped him.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

Feng Yan pulled an invitation to the Starlight Auction House from his robes and handed it over.

Suddenly,

a commotion erupted nearby behind him.

"Hey, have you seen my invitation?"

"I had it in my hand just a moment ago. How'd it disappear in the blink of an eye?" A fat man grabbed a passerby by the arm and asked.

"You damn fatty, what's it to me if you lost your invitation? Do I look like someone who can afford to go to an auction?" The passerby shook off his arm with a look of disgust, then hurried away.

The fat man grabbed someone else, only to meet the same fate.

"Get lost, you idiot!"

The fat man threw his head back and roared, "Damn it! What age are we living in? There are pickpockets in Star Luo City!"

Feng Yan paid it no mind and asked the guard, "Can I go in?"

The guard took the invitation, checked it, then smiled and handed it back.

"Of course, Mr. Wang Defa."

"Please take this as well..." The guard handed him a mask.

Feng Yan accepted it without hesitation and put it on. Wearing masks at auctions was an old tradition on the Douluo Continent.

Ten thousand years ago, he had often frequented auctions to buy all kinds of resources, so he had no objection to the custom.

Still, that fat man's name was Wang Defa. Quite a distinctive name.

Musing to himself, Feng Yan walked inside. The wailing behind him gradually faded away.

That's right...

He had stolen the invitation from Wang Defa.

But Wang Defa hadn't come off badly. If anything, he'd gotten a pretty good deal.

Feng Yan had infused his body with a tiny stream of immortal spiritual energy from the Divine Realm.

For mortals, immortal spiritual energy was a priceless treasure. Just one breath of it could easily extend their lives by ten years.

And this was a whole tiny stream of it... enough to benefit him for the rest of his life.

From then on, his back wouldn't ache, his legs wouldn't feel sore, and even if he spent every night with seven women, he'd still live past a hundred.

All Wang Defa had paid was an invitation...

After passing through the entrance, Feng Yan crossed a red carpet and followed a staircase at least five meters wide all the way to the bottom.

Beyond a wooden door, a vast space opened up before him. The interior was lavishly decorated, brilliantly lit, and bustling with noise.

The first floor was the general seating area, just like a cinema from his previous life, packed wall to wall with masked guests.

The second floor housed VIP rooms, each covered by a Soul Tool that blocked auras.

The third floor was for super VIPs. There weren't many rooms up there, and they were even more luxurious than those on the second floor.

Anyone who could get onto the third floor had an extraordinary status.

As it happened, the invitation Feng Yan had swiped was for a seat on the third floor.

Looks like Wang Defa was no ordinary man...

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, Feng Yan murmured, "Heh... figured it out, did you?"

Feng Yan had sensed the aura of a certain fat man.

That fatty was pretty capable. Even after losing his invitation, he'd still found a way in.

At that moment, Wang Defa was staring intently at one of the third-floor super VIP rooms, seemingly waiting for something.

So this was fishing for evidence?

The corner of Feng Yan's mouth curled beneath his mask, and he headed for the general seating area.

Soon, he stopped in front of a group of Sun Moon Empire men with dark skin and thick lips.

"Who are you?" the black devil at the head of the group asked, lifting his chin.

His aura was formidable. He was a Seven-Ring Soul Sage, and the leader of this group.

Feng Yan pulled out the invitation and said, "Um, I just found an invitation to a super VIP room. Do you want it?"

The black devil was still wary. Everyone knew that pies didn't just fall from the sky.

One of his underlings whispered, "Boss, why's this guy being so nice? Could it be a trap?"

Feng Yan shook his head with a sigh. "In that case, forget it. I'll sell it to someone else."

Seeing that Feng Yan was about to leave, the black devil at the head of the group looked him up and down, then spread his thick lips in a grin.

"How many Gold Soul Coins?"

"One hundred thousand!"

Feng Yan stopped in his tracks, a thought stirring in his mind.

As the saying went, true feelings never lasted; only schemes could win a man's heart!

And this was only the beginning. These Sun Moon folks couldn't hold back already?

The black devil's eyes lit up at his answer.

The price of a super VIP room wasn't actually high. The hard part was qualifying for one.

The Starlight Auction House was run by the imperial family. Getting a seat on the third floor meant you were an honored guest of the Star Luo Empire.

They had rushed here from the Sun Moon Empire, and the long journey had left them with nothing but seats on the first floor.

They were all members of the Sun Moon Imperial Family, representing their empire at this auction, yet they'd been given seats on the lowest floor.

If word got out, wouldn't the three original empires of the Douluo Continent laugh at them?

One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins could buy them the empire's dignity.

Worth it!

Even if there was something wrong with the invitation, it didn't matter...

He refused to believe there was anyone whose status ranked higher than a member of the Sun Moon Imperial Family.

With that thought, the black devil at the head of the group took a gold card from his Storage Soul Tool and handed it to Feng Yan.

"This card has one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins on it."

Feng Yan took it, didn't even look, and slipped it into his robes.

It wasn't that he trusted the Sun Moon people to be honest. He was only doing this to give Wang Defa a little more trouble.

And to find himself some amusement...

The black-skinned Sun Moon Imperial Family versus some unknown honored guest of the Star Luo Empire.

How interesting.

In the Divine Realm, apart from the occasional fun Fart God managed to stir up with the Sea God,

Feng Yan spent the rest of his time going around to see the other goddesses...

Like a certain God of Speed, for instance...

As a result, the relationship between God of War and his wife, God of Speed, had grown somewhat strained...