The Crazy Old Ancestor

"When unimaginable upheaval befalls the Falan Continent in the future, do everything in your power to preserve the entire family!" Staring into Liu Feng's eyes, the master of the little hut spoke in a low voice, enunciating each word.

Upheaval? Preserve the family? Liu Feng could not help but freeze, then smiled bitterly. "Ancestor, what kind of upheaval could happen on the Falan Continent? And does the family really need a piece of trash like me to preserve it?" As he spoke, suspicion kept rising in his heart. This ancestor really did seem to be getting older and older; his thoughts were so muddled they had reached a formidable level. He even had a bit of the air of a charlatan.

"Don't think I'm joking. Tell me, can you agree or not?" The ancestor seemed to sense Liu Feng's silent grumbling, and for the first time, a stern edge entered his tone.

Although he did not understand why this ancestor's madness had been getting more and more serious lately, Liu Feng really could not be bothered to make the old ancestor unhappy over this question, so he could only smile bitterly, nod, and say, "Fine, fine. Don't be angry. I'll agree, all right?"

After saying that, however, he could not help muttering softly, "What damn power do I have? With someone as fierce as you around, why would you need a piece of trash like me?"

Seeing Liu Feng nod and agree, the ancestor's expression finally eased. Smiling again, he said, "As for that so-called Treasure of the Creation God, it isn't something your current strength should be touching yet. You'd be better off thinking about how to deal with that little girl first!" Toward the end, the ancestor laughed teasingly again, as if what had just happened had only been an illusion.

Secretly despising this unscrupulous ancestor for indeed going mad—after talking for ages, it had still been nothing but useless nonsense, and there was still not a shred of news about the Treasure of the Creation God that he wanted to know—Liu Feng could only shake his head with a bitter smile since the ancestor refused to say. Yet a hint of fervor appeared in his eyes as he said, "Ancestor, are ninth-level super experts especially powerful? Can you beat them? When will I be able to reach that kind of strength?"

Ever since witnessing the terrifying strength of those two super experts, Liu Feng had found that his desire to become a powerful expert had grown even more intense. At this moment, he could not help guessing who was stronger between this ancestor, whose strength seemed unfathomable, and those two experts.

"They're just two little brats. What's there to worship?" Seeing Liu Feng's expression, the master of the little hut curled his lip and said disdainfully.

"I..." Thinking of this ancestor's seniority, Liu Feng forced down the curse that had reached his lips. He nearly choked to death on the ancestor's words. Two ninth-level super experts were actually just two little brats? Liu Feng could not help becoming even more certain that the ancestor was obviously going mad today.

Just as he was about to ask exactly what level this ancestor was, a rough, booming voice carried in from far outside the cemetery. It was none other than Turner and that great loud voice of his.

"Young Master! Young Master! Miss Elena has finally left! You can come out now!"

That little chick had left? Liu Feng was stunned at first, then instantly overjoyed. He had no time to say anything more to the ancestor, and after hurriedly taking his leave, he ran out in high spirits.

Although the ancestor had been there in the cemetery to talk with him, Liu Feng had still been bored out of his mind, especially since the ancestor had clearly been in a period of madness these past few days.

"Foolish boy! If I could still use the strength I had back then without restriction, if I could leave this cemetery, why would I need you to shoulder the responsibility of preserving the family? Sigh! Could the fortune of the Palister Family truly be reaching its end?" Watching Liu Feng's figure sprint away, the master of the little hut murmured, while an incomparable loneliness flashed in his eyes and an even more weary look appeared on his face...

It turned out that this morning, for reasons unknown, Elena had chatted a few words with someone who looked like a retainer, then hurriedly left Palister Manor. Turner, whom Liu Feng had sent to monitor Elena's movements all this time, confirmed that the noble young lady had gone and immediately ran over to inform his young master, who had been living in fear every day.

Strangely enough, after learning that the little chick who had made him afraid to show his face all day had truly left, Liu Feng felt a nameless sense of loss after his wild joy, as if he were even a little reluctant to see her go. This made him wonder whether he really did have signs of that kind of tendency.

He fiercely shook his head, flinging away that strange feeling, and immediately ordered Turner to call for a carriage. Then he picked up a pile of Gold-Quenching Stones he had prepared out of boredom over the past few days and once again headed toward York Town.

When they reached the manor gate, they happened to run into Cookson and Box, the two retainers, as well as that cheap and beautiful cousin of his, Catherine.

Seeing that this eldest son of the earl had finally appeared and looked as if he were going out, Cookson and Box ignored Liu Feng's attempts to stop them and insisted no matter what on going along. This eldest son of the earl was simply too good at causing trouble; the two of them no longer dared let him go out alone.

And so, with Catherine casting a contemptuous gaze at them and cursing "beast," the group once again hurried toward York Town.

Since the journey was not far to begin with, and the carriage was not slow either, they arrived in town before long. This time, however, Liu Feng did not go to the weapons shop. Instead, he went to the only auction house in town.

Liu Feng had pondered it over these past few days and ultimately still felt it would be better not to send the Gold-Quenching Stones directly to the weapons shop. For one thing, the price the weapons shop offered might not be fair. For another, Liu Feng did not yet want others to know that he could absorb the energy of Gold-Quenching Stones. As a person, Liu Feng had always felt it was better to keep a low profile.

Although the scale of the auction house in York Town was far inferior to those in large cities, because of the town's rather special geographical location, the variety of items auctioned here was extremely large. As a result, this auction house was not exactly small either. And because the number of people coming to York Town had surged recently, the auction house's business had become astonishingly good as well.

After all, auction houses always had weapons, equipment, and other such items, which were extremely popular on the Falan Continent, where the strong were respected.

Following the normal procedure, Liu Feng entered the interior of the auction house. He was not in a hurry to find the person in charge here and sell his Gold-Quenching Stones. Instead, he wandered around first, looking at this auction scene he had never seen before, finding it had a flavor all its own.

What interested Xiao Zhang more was that this auction house did not only auction items; there were also quite a few slaves, and of all sorts of races at that. There were short dwarves skilled at forging, gnomes adept at weaving, tall and beautiful elves, towering and muscular beastmen... The varieties were extremely numerous, and there were even many races Liu Feng could not name.

After casually browsing for a while, Liu Feng found nothing that caught his eye. Finally, he followed an attendant into the auction house's main hall, found a seat, and sat down, preparing to see what strange things were being auctioned today. Although there were many items outside, they were all common things; only in here were there goods that were difficult to buy on the market.

"Nicholas? Why are you here too?"

Just as Liu Feng had sat down, a gentle voice suddenly sounded beside him...