The Black-Stocking Temptress Teased the Young God King, but Could Not Match the Saint-Grade Butt Sovereign

Inside the auction hall, Jialie Bi had the strongest reaction. He cursed Xiao Zhan furiously, his face red, eyes bloodshot, and breath heaving like a bull's.

"Xiao Zhan, you bastard! Did you know all along that the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid wasn't the finale, so you tricked me out of a hundred thousand gold coins?!"

"Fine! Xiao Zhan, you dare toy with me, Jialie Bi, like this? My Jialie Clan and your Xiao Clan are irreconcilable! We'll fight to the death!"

Jialie Bi's heart bled.

A Profound Tier, High Grade battle skill! Even if it was fire-attributed and unsuitable for him, it was still the highest-grade battle skill in Wutan City!

Because of a momentary clash of pride, he had wasted a hundred thousand gold coins on the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid. Otherwise, why would he have withdrawn from the contest for this battle skill so early?

The more Jialie Bi thought about it, the more he hated Xiao Zhan. His gaze was like that of a ravenous wolf ready to devour someone, killing intent surging as though he wanted to kill Xiao Zhan on the spot!

Hearing this, Xiao Zhan snorted coldly, completely unafraid of Jialie Bi's threats.

"Hmph! Fight to the death? As if our two clans had ever been on good terms. Destroy my Xiao Clan? When the time comes, it's still unclear who will destroy whom."

"Fine, fine, fine! Xiao Zhan, remember what you said today!"

Jialie Bi abruptly rose to his feet, flicked his sleeve, and strode out of the auction hall with a grim expression.

He had already lost his right to bid. Rather than staying here to humiliate himself, he might as well leave.

Jialie Ao hurriedly stood as well. After casting one last reluctant glance in Qing Yanjing's direction, he chased after Jialie Bi.

Jialie Bi's departure did not affect the auction. After a round of competition, the Profound Flame Palm ultimately fell into Xiao Zhan's hands for three hundred and sixty thousand gold coins.

Xiao Zhan was overjoyed.

After all, the best battle skill the Xiao Clan could currently produce was merely a Profound Tier, Low Grade Lion Mountain Rend, and it was wind-attributed.

His Yan'er, however, possessed a fire attribute. This Profound Flame Palm could not have suited Xiao Yan better.

When the three-year agreement came, Xiao Yan would have a greater chance of winning as well!

After the auction ended, Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing rose and left the hall.

A maid had long been waiting outside. She led them back to the reception room from earlier.

The maid poured tea for them. "Please wait a moment, honored guests. Miss Yafei is still handling the auction arrangements and should arrive in about half an hour."

"Mm." Meng Chen gave a slight nod and dismissed the maid.

Once only he and Qing Yanjing remained in the room, Meng Chen recalled the tense confrontation between Xiao Zhan and Jialie Bi in the hall and curiously asked Qing Yanjing a question.

"Aunt Qing, with your current strength, how much chance do you have against Brother Xiao's father and that Jialie Bi?"

"One to nine." Qing Yanjing thought for a moment, parting her red lips as she answered calmly.

"One to nine?"

A trace of astonishment appeared on Meng Chen's face. Her odds were that low? But Qing Yanjing's next sentence immediately changed his expression.

"Mm. I kill them nine times with one move." Qing Yanjing nodded and explained herself.

Meng Chen was stunned when he heard that, then shot Qing Yanjing a resentful look.

"Aunt Qing, can't you say it all at once? My poor heart can't take this kind of torment."

Seeing Meng Chen go from bewilderment to shock, the corners of Qing Yanjing's lips beneath her veil curled slightly. Like a mature vixen teasing an innocent young man, she wore a sly smile Meng Chen could not see.

"They are merely two dou qi cultivators equivalent to the Spirit Wheel Realm. Even without using spiritual energy, I could kill them with a single palm strike. If I used spiritual energy, one spiritual skill would be enough to suppress and kill them all."

Qing Yanjing spoke lightly, not taking Great Battle Masters seriously at all.

Before losing all her cultivation, she had been a peak Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign, only half a step away from entering the Immortal Grade. Her foundation remained.

More importantly, she was also an Immortal Grade Spirit Formation Grandmaster.

Now that she had spiritual energy again, let alone Great Battle Masters, if she truly used some of her methods, even Battle Emperors or Battle Ancestors could be killed!

Meng Chen gave Qing Yanjing a thumbs-up.

Aunt Qing was truly ruthless and sparing with words. She might seem to have little spiritual energy, but her methods reached the heavens!

More than half an hour later, the familiar sound of high-heeled boots rang out again. The reception room door was pushed open, and Yafei walked in on her beautiful black-stockinged legs, followed by two pretty maids.

"Thank you for waiting, you two. There were many matters to attend to, so I hope Young Master Meng will forgive me."

Yafei wore a smile on her lovely face as she bent slightly toward Meng Chen. Her cheongsam outlined her breathtaking curves, while the full peaks wrapped in black gauze were displayed without reservation.

Her seductive eyes held hidden tenderness, rippling like spring water.

If it had been another man facing Yafei's display, a wicked fire would likely have risen in his lower abdomen already, and his QQ level would have maxed out on the spot.

Yet Meng Chen remained perfectly composed. It was not that he was pretending to be virtuous; compared to Qing Yanjing, Yafei truly fell a little short.

Having faced a Saint-Grade Butt Sovereign every day, Meng Chen's standards had naturally risen.

Although Yafei was seductive and alluring, brimming with charm, she still could not ignite the wicked fire in his lower abdomen, much less raise his QQ level.

Yafei had already lowered herself and unleashed her ultimate move, yet Meng Chen remained unmoved. She was utterly surprised.

I'm practically throwing myself at you, yet you have no reaction at all. Are you gay? Or have you already tasted something better?

While grumbling inwardly, Yafei discreetly swept her gaze over Qing Yanjing.

Although Qing Yanjing's face was covered by a white veil, the pair of gorgeous violet eyes she revealed, beautiful as a river of stars, carried an indescribable nobility. Even without seeing her true face, Yafei could not miss her immortal bearing and divine beauty. She was like a heavenly goddess, transcendent and untouched by the mundane world.

Yafei considered herself a renowned beauty of the Jia Ma Empire, but compared to Qing Yanjing, she had no choice but to bow her head in defeat.

Then, Yafei stopped putting on an act. She presented the pale blue jade card holding three hundred and sixty thousand gold coins to Meng Chen with both hands and said with a bright smile:

"Young Master Meng, since this is your first time consigning an item through our Mittel Auction House, I have personally decided not to charge commission on this item. If you have any more good things in the future, please give the Mittel Auction House priority."

"Thank you, Miss Yafei. By the way, does your auction house have Storage Rings? I would like to purchase one for personal use."

Meng Chen did not take the blue jade card. Instead, he asked Yafei to use the money on the card to purchase a low-grade Storage Ring for him.

Yafei smiled and nodded, handing the jade card to a maid and instructing her to fetch a Storage Ring.

Before long, the maid returned carrying a tray. On it sat a purple Storage Ring and the blue jade card.

"After deducting seventy-two thousand gold coins for the Storage Ring, there are still two hundred and eighty-eight thousand gold coins remaining on the card. Please accept it, Young Master Meng."

"Mm, thank you for your trouble, Miss Yafei."

Meng Chen put on the Storage Ring and fed a thread of golden-purple dou qi into it. Its interior had a capacity of only three cubic meters.

After placing the jade card into the Storage Ring, Meng Chen did not linger. After bidding Yafei farewell, he left the reception room with Qing Yanjing.

Yafei watched Meng Chen's departing back thoughtfully.

She believed she had seen countless people over the years. Even the descendants of major clans in Jia Ma Sacred City were familiar to her, yet none possessed a temperament like Meng Chen's.

He could casually produce a Profound Tier, High Grade battle skill, and the woman by his side was a peerless beauty. He definitely was not from the Jia Ma Empire; he was likely the descendant of some major power on the continent.

She had to befriend someone like him!

"Almost forgot, there's also that old gentleman."

Yafei recalled the black-robed man who had consigned the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid. Then she once more moved her long, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings and headed toward another reception room...