A Hundred Billion Splurge to Overwhelm All Rivals

"Halt! Just some Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to barge into the Great Thousand Auction House? Do you think this is some kind of roadside charity?"

A harsh shout came from under the porch.

An elderly man with triangular eyes, dressed in a brocade steward's uniform and at the Half-Step Tribulation Immortal level, stepped forward and blocked the three of them.

The triangular-eyed manager sized up the neatly dressed Chen Changqing, then his gaze fell on Zhong Cheng, whose body was still covered in blood, and Zhong Wuming. His face immediately revealed an undisguised contempt.

"Oh, who do we have here? Aren't these the third and ninth young masters of the Zhong Family who were kicked out and are now wandering the streets?"

The triangular-eyed manager shook his sleeves and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Look at you two, looking like beggars who just crawled out of a pile of corpses. What's wrong? The Zhong Family's eternal death is almost here, and you two are still out there alive?"

Zhong Cheng's face darkened, and he stepped forward, revealing the bronze Token at his waist. "Steward Zhao, show some respect! The Zhong Family's Golden Fortune Ranking has been finalized, and I am now the official candidate for the young master of the Zhong Family!"

"A candidate for young master? That's something to consider after we return to your Zhong family's ancestral home!"

With the backing of more than a dozen powerful families in Tianyuan City, Steward Zhao didn't take a Zhong Family member, who hadn't even officially taken power yet, seriously at all, and immediately held up five fingers.

"Today is the once-a-decade Grand Gathering of Prodigies at the Great Thousand Auction House, with distinguished guests from the Nangong Family and the Netherworld Palace all inside! Entry is permitted, but according to the rules, anyone improperly dressed must first present ten million top-grade Ghost Coins! If you can't produce the money, get out of here and don't dirty the shoes of our distinguished guests!"

Upon hearing this, the scions of various Aristocratic Clan queuing to enter burst into laughter.

Zhong Cheng was so angry that his face turned red. He had been fighting in the Outer Domain for many years, and his savings had long been used to buy life-saving pills. Where would he get 30 million Ghost Coins to verify his identity?

Just as Zhong Cheng was feeling extremely awkward, Zhong Wuming, who had been following silently behind, suddenly caught a glimpse of a patrol of the Nangong Aristocratic Clan cavalry, dressed in heavy black and gold armor, riding towards them from the end of the street.

Zhong Wuming's breathing suddenly quickened, and an extremely vicious thought flashed through his mind.

Although the Golden Fortune Ranking has now locked in nine people, after returning to their Ancestral Land, these nine will still have to compete for the sole right to inherit the family headship!

Third Brother Zhong Cheng has latched onto this nemesis of the Yang Realm. Once they successfully return to their Ancestral Land, what hope will this cripple with a missing arm have of vying for the throne?

Why not borrow the Nangong Aristocratic Clan's knife now and kill this malevolent spirit of the Yang Realm along with Zhong Cheng in Tianyuan City!

Thinking of this, Zhong Wuming didn't hesitate for a moment. His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, suddenly exerted force, crushing a pre-prepared blood-red alarm Jade Talisman. At the same time, he shouted frantically at the Nangong Iron Cavalry at the end of the street:

"Esteemed members of the Nangong Family, come quickly!!"

"The white-robed swordsman from the Yang Realm who detonated Grand Elder Nangong's Guiding Divine City is right here! It was this kid named Chen Changqing who did it, and Zhong Cheng is his accomplice. Arrest them immediately!!"

Boom!

The scream was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly igniting the entire Obsidian Street.

The hundreds of Ghost Cultivators who were watching the commotion screamed and scattered in terror. At the end of the street, the Nangong Iron Cavalry, composed of fifty elite Heavenly Monarch Realm warriors, suddenly reined in the Netherworld Beast. The leader of the One-Tribulation Ghost Immortals instantly drew his spear and transformed into a black gust of wind, rushing straight towards the auction house entrance!

Zhong Cheng was completely stunned. He turned to look at his ninth brother in disbelief. "Ninth! Are you crazy?! Brother Chen just saved your life in Azure Wolf Plain, and you repay kindness with enmity?!"

"Third Brother, blame yourself for being so stupid to associate with the public enemy of the entire Central Domain!"

Zhong Wuming's face was filled with ferocious pleasure. He used all his Movement Method to move his feet and desperately rushed towards Nangong Tieqi.

"Commander, save me! I know everything about this brat. If you kill him, I won't take a single penny of the reward..."

Zhong Wuming hadn't even managed to utter the word "want" yet.

Standing on the steps, Chen Changqing didn't even turn his body; he simply raised his right hand and casually flicked his finger at the back of Zhong Wuming's head.

The "Taiqing Divine Light" is mixed with an extremely refined wisp of pure Pure Yang Sword Qi, striking first even after being attacked later!

Laugh--!

A dazzling golden-white light instantly traversed a distance of ten zhang, piercing through the back of Zhong Wuming's head with perfect precision, and exiting from the very center of his brow, bringing out a spray of red and white matter!

Zhong Wuming's forward-rushing figure suddenly froze in mid-air, the ferocious smile on his face completely frozen.

Thump!

His body crashed straight onto the Obsidian street, a bloody hole between his eyebrows that was both open and closed, hissing white smoke rising from it. His Primordial Spirit and life force were completely annihilated by that one finger!

High in the distant sky, the Zhong Family's Golden Fortune Ranking, which had been frozen for less than an hour, trembled once again. The three characters [Zhong Wuming], ranked ninth, shattered with a crash, and the number of successors directly increased to eight!

"Chen's rule for saving lives is simple: I give you my life, but if you don't want it, I can take it back at any time."

Chen Changqing blew on his fingertips, turned his head, and looked at the commander of the Nangong Iron Cavalry, who had already rushed to within five zhang of him.

"You audacious madman! How dare you commit violence in the Tianyuan City and even kill my Nangong Family's Grand Elder! You'd better give me your life!"

The commander of the One-Tribulation Ghost Immortals was furious, his eyes bloodshot, and the Low-grade Immortal Artifact spear in his hand transformed into a Black Python, fiercely stabbing towards Chen Changqing's throat.

Steward Zhao shrank back behind the door in fright, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Someone! Quickly go and fetch the Nangong Family's resident elder! This is the nemesis on the wanted poster!"

Facing the fierce spear light rushing towards him, Chen Changqing didn't even lift his eyelids. His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the spear tip. Then, he swung his arm and slapped the One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal Commander hard across the face!

Snap!

The crisp, loud sound of a slap echoed throughout the entire street.

With the combined blessing of the Sixth Turn of the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art" and the initial stage of the Early Heavenly Monarch Stage's origin, the power of this slap was simply unreasonable.

The dignified Iron Cavalry Commander, One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal, didn't even utter a sound. His mouthful of steel teeth and half of his protective helmet shattered on the spot. He was sent flying like a cannonball, hundreds of feet away, and with a loud bang, he was deeply embedded in the Obsidian city wall across the street in a starfish shape, immediately losing consciousness!

Quiet!

The entire street fell silent instantly.

The fifty Nangong Iron Cavalrymen who charged up behind them were so frightened that they pulled hard on the reins. The Nether Beastmen stood up, gripping their weapons and frozen in place, not daring to breathe.

One slap and One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal was shoved into the wall, impossible to pry out—what kind of monster body is this?!

Chen Changqing clapped his hands, turned around, and looked again at Steward Zhao was trembling like a leaf behind the threshold.

"You just said that you need to verify ten million top-grade Ghost Coins to enter?"

Chen Changqing flipped his hand, first throwing the jade tablet of his natal elder that he had just taken from the corpse of Nangong Third Elder on the ground, and then waved his sleeve.

Splash--!

A full hundred million top-grade Ghost Coins poured out from the Heaven-Stepping Ring, piling up in the square in front of the auction house to form a towering golden mountain ten feet high, radiating Taiyin treasure light!

A rich aura of Taiyin Origin wafted over, causing all the surrounding Ghost Cultivators to breathe heavily and their eyes to turn bloodshot.

Not only that, Chen Changqing casually took out the highest-level "Supreme Token" he had obtained from the Nine Provinces Auction House in the Yang Realm of Nine Provinces and slapped it on Steward Zhao's forehead.

"Is one hundred million Ghost Coins, plus this Token, enough to buy your dog eyes?"

Steward Zhao's knees buckled from the supreme immortal restriction contained in the Supreme Token, and he knelt down directly in front of Jin Shan with a thud, a stream of yellow liquid instantly flowing from his crotch.

Just then, a powerful aura of a Three-Tribulation Ghost Immortal suddenly erupted from the depths of the auction house.

An aged figure transformed into a streak of light and teleported to the front door; it was none other than the head manager of the Great Thousand Auction House!

The head steward had sensed the attack on the Nangong Family's iron cavalry and was preparing to come out and take charge, but when his gaze swept over the purple-gold Token in Chen Changqing's hand that was engraved with the words "Supreme Ruler of the Nine Provinces," his whole body trembled violently, and a strange look of horror and awe flashed in his eyes!

"Stop! All of you, get out of my way!"

The head steward abruptly waved his sleeve, forcefully stopping the two Nangong Family's garrisoned Tribulation Immortals who had just flown over from the city. He then strode up to Chen Changqing, ignoring the thousands of shocked gazes from the crowd, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

"I was unaware of your distinguished presence at Tianyuan Branch; I have failed to greet you properly!"

"Steward Zhao has been blind and has offended our distinguished guest. I will cripple his cultivation and throw him into the Demonic Abyss! Please proceed to the No. 1 Purple Gold Heavenly Class VIP Box. All items auctioned today will be offered at a 20% discount to our distinguished guest!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The two resident Tribulation Immortals of the Nangong Family stood frozen in mid-air, their faces ashen. They looked at the Three-Tribulation Ghost Immortal manager who was extremely respectful to Chen Changqing, and were wary of the mysterious owner behind the Daqian Auction Great Thousand Auction House who spanned both the Yin and Yang realms. They could only grit their teeth, crush the communication talisman, and ask the Fourth Tribulation Ancestor of the Nangong Aristocratic Clan, who was searching nearby, for help.

Chen Changqing retrieved the gold mountain and the Supreme Token, and, with Zhong Cheng standing tall and proud, entered the "Number One Purple Gold Heavenly Box" at the highest point of the auction house, personally led by the head manager.

The moment the door to the private room closed, Chen Changqing's Divine Sense, spanning ten thousand miles, spread out once more, directly locking onto the final, extraordinary artifact that was rising from the underground treasure vault via the newly opened backstage transmission channel.

It was a decaying peach wood box, about a foot long, covered with Ancient Sword, which even Three-Tribulation Ghost Immortal could not forcibly break open!

Meanwhile, in the second VIP box next to Chen Changqing's, a young master shrouded in thick black mist, with an aura as cold and venomous as a viper, was playing with a blood-red Jade Slip that exuded the aura of Pure Yin Immortal Physique, coldly staring at the auction stage below that was about to begin!