That Sun-Moon Barbarian

"Guest, are you waiting for tonight's auction?" The waiter diligently refilled Feng Yan's cup.

Feng Yan lifted his teacup and gave a slight nod, serving as his response.

He did indeed intend to attend this auction; if he could secure what he wanted with Gold Soul Coins, that would be perfect, as he was certainly not short on them.

One must know, the dowry gifted by his future father-in-law, Ning Fengzhi, had yet to be fully spent even now.

Why rob others when one has money to burn?

If he didn't hurry to spend it, these Gold Soul Coins would become worthless antiques that no one wanted in another ten thousand years.

Besides, he wasn't pressed for time.

One day in the God Realm is a year in the lower realm; the Tang God King was likely only just realizing what happened and was probably still confused.

An hour later, as the sky grew dim, the gates of the Starlight Auction House opened, and crowds flowed in from all directions.

There were nobles draped in gold and silver, Soul Masters with formidable auras, and merchants with deep pockets.

Feng Yan watched them, clearly in no rush.

It wasn't until a group of Sun Moon Empire barbarians passed through his field of vision and entered the auction house that he moved.

"Bad luck!"

Feng Yan finished the last drop of tea in his cup and withdrew his gaze from these barbarians.

This era was much better than ten thousand years ago, but the downside was the sheer number of these Sun Moon Empire brutes.

Bad luck was one thing, but as the dignified God of Fire, he wouldn't let them ruin his mood.

After leaving a few Gold Soul Coins behind, Feng Yan stood up, straightened his lapels, walked downstairs, and headed toward the gates of the Starlight Auction House.

Upon reaching the entrance, the guard responsible for inspections blocked his path.

"Sir, please present your invitation."

Feng Yan retrieved an invitation for the Starlight Auction House from his robe and handed it to the guard.

Suddenly.

A commotion broke out not far behind him.

"My good man, have you seen my invitation?"

"I had it in my hand just a moment ago, how did it vanish into thin air?" a fat man asked, grabbing the arm of a passerby.

"What does your lost invitation have to do with me, you fat idiot? Do I look like someone who can afford to attend an auction?"

The passerby shook off his arm with a look of disgust and quickened his pace.

The fat man grabbed another person, only to meet the same fate.

"Get lost! You moron!"

Seeing this, the fat man wailed toward the sky: "Damn it, what kind of era is this? There are actually pickpockets in Star Luo City!"

Feng Yan didn't pay it any mind and asked the guard: "May I enter now?"

The guard took the invitation, glanced at it, and returned it with a smile.

"Of course, Mr. Wang Defa."

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

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

Ten thousand years ago, he frequently frequented various auctions to acquire resources, so he had no objection to it.

Still, that fat man was actually named Wang Defa; quite a unique name.

Feng Yan pondered as he stepped inside, the wailing behind him gradually fading away.

That's right...

That invitation was the one he had swiped from Wang Defa.

However, Wang Defa didn't lose out; in fact, he even profited.

Feng Yan had infused a small wisp of immortal energy from the God Realm into his body.

One must know, for a mortal, immortal energy is a priceless treasure; just breathing in a single wisp is enough to easily extend one's life by ten years.

And he had given him a whole wisp... more than enough to benefit him for a lifetime.

It could be said that from now on, his back wouldn't ache, his legs wouldn't be sore, and even if he were to indulge in seven women every night, he would still live well past a hundred.

And all Wang Defa had paid was a mere invitation...

Passing through the gate and walking across a red carpet, he followed a staircase at least five meters wide all the way to the bottom.

After passing through a wooden door, the space ahead opened up, revealing a luxurious interior, brilliant lights, and a roaring crowd.

The first floor was the general seating area, much like a cinema from his previous life, packed tightly with masked people.

The second floor consisted of VIP rooms, each shielded by a Soul Tool that blocked the detection of auras.

The third floor was for super VIPs; there were few seats, and the setting was even more extravagant than the second floor.

Those who could enter the third floor were not simple characters.

Coincidentally, the seat on the invitation card that Feng Yan had swiped was located exactly on the third floor.

It seemed that Wang Defa's identity was not simple either...

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he whispered, "Heh... have you realized it now?"

Because Feng Yan had sensed the aura of a certain fatty.

This fatty was quite capable; even after losing his invitation, he still found a way to get in.

At this moment, Wang Defa was staring intently at a super VIP seat on the third floor, seemingly waiting for something.

Was he trying to set a trap here?

The corners of Feng Yan's mouth curled up beneath his mask as he walked toward the general seating area.

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

"Who are you?"

The leader of the dark-skinned men looked up and asked.

The aura on his body was not weak; he was at the level of a seven-ring Soul Saint, making him the leader among this group.

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

The dark-skinned leader was still somewhat wary; after all, everyone knew that free lunches didn't fall from the sky.

A lackey on the side whispered, "Boss, is this guy really that kind? Could it be a trick?"

Seeing this, Feng Yan shook his head and sighed, "Forget it then, I'll go sell it to someone else."

Seeing that Feng Yan was about to leave, the leader looked him up and down, his thick lips curling into a grin.

"How many Gold Soul Coins?"

"One hundred thousand!"

Feng Yan stopped in his tracks, his heart stirring.

Truly, sincerity cannot hold people for long; only schemes can win hearts!

They hadn't even started yet, and these guys from the Sun Moon Empire couldn't hold back?

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the dark-skinned leader lit up.

The price of a super VIP room wasn't actually expensive, but the difficulty lay in the status required.

The Starlight Auction House was operated by the royal family, and being able to sit on the third floor meant one was a distinguished guest of the Star Luo Empire.

They had rushed here from the Sun Moon Empire, and due to the long distance, they had only managed to secure seats in the first-floor general area.

One had to know that they were all members of the Sun Moon Empire's royal family, representing the empire at this auction, yet they were relegated to the lowest level.

If word got out, wouldn't they be mocked by the three original empires of the Douluo Continent?

One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins to buy the empire's face.

It was worth it!

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

He didn't believe there was anyone whose status was higher than that of the Sun Moon Empire's royal family members.

Thinking of this, the leader took a gold card from his storage Soul Tool and handed it to Feng Yan.

"There are one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in this card."

Feng Yan took it and tucked it into his pocket without even looking at it.

It wasn't that he trusted the integrity of the Sun Moon people, but his purpose in doing this was merely to cause a little trouble for that Wang Defa.

And to find some amusement along the way...

Dark-skinned Sun Moon royals versus an unknown distinguished guest of the Star Luo Empire.

Interesting.

In the God Realm, apart from the occasional amusement between the Fart God and the Sea God, Feng Yan could only run to other goddesses when he had nothing else to do...

For instance, a certain God of Speed...

As a result, the relationship between the God of War and the God of Speed, that married couple, had become somewhat strained...