Heavenly Palace Appears, Dou Ling Expert? Annihilated with One Palm, Shocking the Entire Audience!

At this moment, an old man whose face was covered in festering sores and who reeked of rot stood up with a sinister air, his gaze fixed upon the girl as if she were nothing more than a walking medicinal herb.

"The Yin-Yang Joyous Arts? Is that Old Ghost Yin from the Blood Sect?"

"I heard that no woman who falls into his hands survives more than three days; he drains their essence and blood until they are nothing but dried husks!"

The surrounding crowd began to whisper urgently at the sight.

These words reached Ning Rongrong's ears, nearly causing her to roll her eyes back and faint on the spot.

Douluo Plane, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"The beast!"

As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Ning Rongrong's father, Ning Fengzhi felt his heart stop the instant he saw Old Ghost Yin.

If she were to be bought by a wretch like that, Rongrong's life would truly be worse than death!

He was not alone; even the Seven Kill Sword in Sword Douluo's hand was trembling, yet even he was utterly powerless to intervene...

Meanwhile, the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

High above the nine heavens, in the Heavenly Palace.

Lin Feng leaned lazily against his throne, watching everything unfold with cold indifference through the system.

"Ning Rongrong..."

Looking at the girl crying until her face was streaked with tears, a flicker of impatience crossed Lin Feng's eyes.

He held no fondness for this young mistress, who was willful and arrogant in the original story and accomplished little in her later years.

He even found her somewhat noisy.

At this thought, his fingers tapped lightly against the armrest, preparing to swipe past this scene to look at the curvaceous Ya Fei instead.

Ding! Detected that Ning Rongrong, a carrier of great fortune in the Douluo Plane, is being auctioned. Key character Ya Fei has intervened. Side quest initiated!

Quest: Display supreme heritage at the Mittal Auction House and purchase Ning Rongrong as a slave!

Reward: Sect fortune increased by 10%; Host gains a portion of the Douluo Plane's fortune!

Note: As one of the daughters of fortune in the Douluo Plane, controlling and enslaving Ning Rongrong will accelerate the assimilation and consumption of the Douluo Plane, allowing the Host to attain the Dao and become an Emperor!

Upon hearing the system's prompt, Lin Feng's fingers, which had been tapping the armrest, paused slightly.

"Consuming the fortune of a plane?"

"If that is the case, then I cannot let her fall into the hands of those pieces of trash."

"Let her serve as a slave in a low-level dynasty; that will at least put her fortune to good use."

"By comparison..."

Lin Feng's gaze fell upon Ya Fei, who stood in the second-floor private box, radiating charm, and he continued:

"This woman is far more interesting."

"Come."

As Lin Feng finished speaking, a cyan spirit bird, entirely condensed from energy, manifested out of thin air and landed obediently on his fingertip.

Lin Feng flicked his finger, and the cyan bird instantly transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the void and heading straight for the Mittal Clan's auction house.

On the other side, at the Mittal Auction House.

The bidding had reached a fever pitch.

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!"

Old Ghost Yin stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong, roaring through gritted teeth, "Six hundred thousand gold coins!"

"Whoever dares to snatch someone from me, Old Ghost Yin, had better watch out for me lurking at their window in the middle of the night!"

This threat from a Dou Ling powerhouse caused many bidders to back down.

Offending the Blood Sect for the sake of a woman was not worth it.

Watching the disgusting old man draw ever closer, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes in despair.

It was over.

However, just as everyone thought the matter was settled, the atmosphere inside the supreme private box at the very top of the auction house turned peculiar.

For sitting there was none other than the patriarch of the Mittal Clan, Mittal Tengshan!

Yet at this moment, this great figure who could summon wind and rain across the Jia Ma Empire was standing to the side with a fawning smile, personally pouring tea for an old man in white robes sitting in the seat of honor.

The old man had white hair and a beard, possessing the air of an immortal, and although there was no fluctuation of energy from his body, the faint, intangible pressure he exuded made Tengshan feel like a mere ant.

If the other party were willing, they could crush him to death with a single finger.

Standing beside the old man was a cold, aloof young girl dressed in a flowing cyan dress.

Suddenly, a streak of cyan light ignored the auction house's defensive barrier, passed straight through the wall, and landed beside the girl's ear.

The girl's expression shifted slightly. After respectfully listening to the message, she leaned over and whispered a few words into the old man's ear.

"Oh? The Sect Master has issued an order?"

At this moment, Elder Yun, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open. A sharp glint flashed across his eyes, startling Teng Shan beside him so much that his hand shook, spilling his tea.

"Buy that woman from another world and send her to the Great Gan Dynasty?"

"The Sect Master's taste is... well, since it is the Sect Master's mission, it must be handled perfectly."

With that, Elder Yun slowly stood up, walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at Old Ghost Yin, who was still clamoring below, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Six hundred thousand, going once! Is there any other bid?"

After scanning the room, the auctioneer saw that no one else was raising the price and slowly raised his gavel.

Seeing this, Old Ghost Yin immediately wore a lecherous grin, as if he could already see Ning Rongrong writhing in pleasure beneath him.

"One million."

However, just as the auctioneer was about to strike the gavel, an aged voice suddenly rang out from the supreme private box, instantly drowning out Old Ghost Yin's bid of 600,000!

Hearing this astronomical figure, everyone looked up in astonishment toward the top floor.

One million gold coins to buy a useless vase who couldn't even cultivate? And to snatch a woman away from Old Ghost Yin in public—how incredibly bold.

"Who! Which blind fool dares to ruin my business!"

Seeing that someone actually dared to outbid him, Old Ghost Yin flew into a rage. The blood energy on his body surged instantly as he pointed at the supreme private box and cursed:

"You cowardly rat hiding in the shadows, do you know that I am from the Blood Sect? If you have the guts, come out!"

BOOM!

However, the moment his voice fell, an aura so terrifying that it distorted the very space around it erupted from the supreme private box!

It was not a Dou Ling, not a Dou Wang, and not even a Dou Huang!

It was the pressure of a peak Dou Zong powerhouse!

"Noisy."

Following a soft huff, a massive palm condensed from pure Dou Qi appeared out of thin air and, like swatting a fly, slapped Old Ghost Yin and his entire VIP booth straight into the ground!

"Pfft!"

Without even a chance to scream, the Old Ghost Yin who had terrified countless people was reduced to a puddle of meat paste!

Immediately after, an old man in a white robe embroidered with cloud patterns stood with his hands behind his back and stepped out into the air.

With every step he took, ripples spread across the void.

"A, a Dou Zong powerhouse?!"

"Heavens, that totem—it's someone from the Heavenly Palace! It's actually that legendary powerhouse from the Heavenly Palace!"