The Starlight Auction House

"Come on, brothers!"

"Let's head to the third floor and find a few women. We'll have ourselves a good time!"

Seeing Feng Yan accept the gold card, the leader gestured for the others to get up and follow him toward the third floor.

Feng Yan found an empty seat in the general section and sat down, ready to enjoy the show.

He glanced toward the third floor. The barbarians from the Sun Moon Empire had already gone up and were saying something to the maid at the entrance.

Even from so far away, Feng Yan heard every word.

"Esteemed guests, this private room has been reserved long-term by Wang Defa, the richest merchant in Star Luo."

The dark-skinned man at the front flashed a row of white teeth. He pointed at himself with his thumb, brimming with arrogance. "I'm Wang Defa."

You're Wang Defa?

The maid snickered to herself.

Since when was the richest merchant in the Star Luo Empire a dark-skinned man from the Sun Moon Empire?

If you're really Wang Defa, then I'm the legendary Nine-Colored Goddess, Ning Rongrong, descended to the mortal realm.

Though she thought this, the maid kept her professional smile.

She was a veteran at the Starlight Auction House. After working here for so many years, she'd seen all kinds of monsters and demons.

But she'd never met anyone this shameless.

"Um... Master Wang..."

The maid chose her words carefully. "Could you please show me your invitation?"

The dark-skinned man took out the invitation he'd bought for a fortune and pointed at the name on it. "Look. Take a good look. What do these three characters say?"

"Wang Defa. You know the name, right?"

The maid lowered her eyes to check. The invitation didn't seem fake; the seal was authentic, and so was the handwriting.

But she could see right through it...

The invitation had either been stolen or picked up. There was no way it had been obtained through legitimate channels.

Just then, an angry roar rang out. Wang Defa came charging up, his fat body jiggling. "So you lot of dark-skinned bastards from the Sun Moon Empire stole my invitation!!!"

"Who are you calling a dark-skinned bastard!!!" The man immediately flew into a rage. A blazing sun appeared above him, and seven Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black...—materialized beneath him.

A Level Seven Soul Cannon, fitted with dozens of barrels, appeared behind him. Its muzzles aimed at Wang Defa's round face.

Our dark skin is a symbol of the Sun Moon Empire's royal family. How did it become an insult in your mouths?!

You've gone too far!!!

"Um... um..."

Wang Defa gaped in shock for a moment, then hurriedly shouted, "Elder Huang, do something!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a gray figure appeared in front of Wang Defa, blocking the cannon muzzles.

He was a middle-aged man of about sixty, his expression cold, his body clad in a gray robe.

The moment he appeared, an oppressive, chilling aura swept toward the dark-skinned man before him, carrying the desolate loneliness of a star cursed by fate.

"A T-Titled Douluo!" the dark-skinned man at the front exclaimed.

The gray-robed middle-aged man spoke coldly. "My name is Huang Jinxu. I'm a Rank 91 Titled Douluo."

"You're that newly promoted... Heavenly Calamity Douluo!"

The dark-skinned man had clearly heard of Huang Jinxu. His voice trembled.

Huang Jinxu's martial soul was called Heavenly Calamity Lone Star. Word was that, in his younger years, he'd brought about the deaths of his parents and all his friends and relatives.

A saying had once spread across the continent:

"When the Heavenly Calamity appears, the whole family withers. Under the Lone Star's gaze, even kin are forgotten."

Simply put, anyone who crossed him would be struck by misfortune and die without him even lifting a finger...

He couldn't believe this fat man had the nerve to have the "notorious" Heavenly Calamity Douluo guard him personally.

Was he trying to die even faster?

Damn it!!!

If this had been an ordinary Titled Douluo, their royal status would have carried some weight. But instead, they'd run into this freak!

They'd really stepped in it today, getting on the wrong side of a Heavenly Calamity Lone Star.

The dark-skinned leader cursed under his breath and led his brothers away from the third floor.

"Elder Huang, why didn't you teach them a lesson? They even dared to steal from me." Seeing Huang Jinxu let the dark-skinned men go, Wang Defa asked.

Huang Jinxu replied, "No. They weren't the ones who stole it. The strongest among them only has seven Soul Rings. They couldn't possibly have taken it without me noticing."

"Whoever did it must be a Super Douluo. Otherwise, I would have sensed them."

Wang Defa froze.

A Super Douluo had stolen his invitation?

How was that possible?

Would an existence like that need to steal?

Wouldn't they only have to open their mouth for the Starlight Auction House to come groveling and hand it over?

Wang Defa couldn't make sense of it, but he was deeply shaken.

Could it have been that shameless old bastard from Shrek?

No...

Now that he thought about it, he hadn't offended Shrek Academy.

In fact, he had plenty of businesses in Shrek City, and the taxes he paid each year were beyond counting.

He couldn't figure it out... not at all...

After failing to come up with an explanation, Wang Defa could only swallow his anger.

If Elder Huang said it was a Super Douluo, then it had to be!

The dark-skinned men trudged down the stairs, their faces all green with rage.

One of the underlings asked, "Boss, are we just going to let this go?"

The dark-skinned leader immediately scolded him. "What else? Do you want that Heavenly Calamity Lone Star to curse you to death too?"

The underling hurried to clarify, "I don't mean that. I'm talking about the one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins... We can't just let that money go to waste!"

The dark-skinned man fell silent.

One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins wasn't much to him, a member of the Sun Moon Empire's royal family, but it wasn't as if the money had fallen from the sky.

"What do you want to do?"

The underling moved closer and lowered his voice. "The man who sold us the invitation is still in the auction house. Why don't we go 'talk' to him?"

He placed particular emphasis on the word "talk." His meaning was obvious.

The dark-skinned man gave him a long look, then glanced around.

This place was a mix of all sorts of people. Even Titled Douluos, rarely seen on ordinary days, were probably lurking about in secret.

If he dared to make a move here, he wouldn't even need those people to intervene. The auction house's guards could throw him out.

"We'll deal with this after the auction. Don't forget our main objective..."

The underlings exchanged glances and didn't dare ask any more questions.

But they knew their boss had agreed.

The auction was finally about to begin.

Feng Yan narrowed his eyes as he watched the dark-skinned men return. He made no effort to hide his smile.

Interesting...

It'd been a long time since anything had been this interesting...

The dark-skinned men deliberately picked seats neither too near nor too far from Feng Yan, and kept glancing over at him now and then.

Feng Yan couldn't be bothered to respond. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Onstage, a golden-haired young woman dressed in extremely luxurious clothes began to introduce the first lot of the evening with great care.

The young woman wore a half-mask, but the visible half of her face was quite beautiful. Paired with her sweet voice, she was rather captivating.

But Feng Yan paid none of that any mind. Right now, all he cared about was the Gold of Life.

Beyond that, he only cared about the auction items that would be useful to Tang Wutong.