First Meeting with Yafei, Consigning a Battle Skill for Auction

The Mittel Auction House was located on the most prosperous street in the city and belonged to the Mittel Clan, one of the Jia Ma Empire's three great clans.

It had deep roots and held a transcendent position in Wutan City. Even the City Lord's Manor did not dare offend it lightly.

Meng Chen looked toward the enormous venue at the end of the street and, with Qing Yanjing in tow, followed the crowd toward the Mittel Auction House.

The guards at the entrance gave him a once-over, their gazes lingering on Qing Yanjing for a few seconds. A flicker of amazement flashed through their eyes, but they did not stop them, allowing Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing to enter the auction house.

After entering the venue, Meng Chen swept his gaze over the resplendent hall and stopped a maid.

Though the maid was somewhat displeased at being stopped, Meng Chen's handsome features and refined bearing immediately put her in a better mood.

She put on a professional smile and asked, "Young master, how may I assist you?"

Meng Chen replied calmly, "I would like to meet Miss Yafei. I have a business deal I wish to discuss with her."

At his words, a trace of regret surfaced in the maid's eyes.

Another person looking for Miss Yafei. How many had this been already this month?

Because of Yafei's beauty, people often used business dealings as a pretext to arrange meetings with her.

Yet when they met, they could not produce anything that satisfied the auction house. In the end, they were forcibly thrown out and left at the entrance as a warning.

Even so, it could not curb those people's enthusiasm. They tried every means possible to occupy Yafei's time, leaving her rather fed up.

Still, they feared driving away a genuine business opportunity, so regardless of whether it was real or fake, she received them every time.

Although the maid very much wanted to entertain Meng Chen herself on the excuse that Miss Yafei was busy and unavailable,

after considering the auction house's rules, she decided to first take the man before her to see Miss Yafei.

However, when the maid looked at the peerlessly beautiful woman following behind Meng Chen, though she could not make out her true appearance, her unparalleled grace could not be concealed.

The maid guessed that he was not the sort whose lower head controlled his upper one, but truly had serious business with Miss Yafei.

"Very well. Please follow me, both of you."

The maid nodded and led Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing to a reception room, asking them to wait a moment.

Several minutes later.

With his keen senses, Meng Chen heard the crisp, pleasant sound of high heels approaching from afar, growing clearer and clearer before stopping outside the door.

The next second, the door was pushed open from outside, and Yafei walked in with a maid behind her.

Meng Chen turned his head, his gaze falling upon Yafei as her true appearance was reflected in his pupils.

Yafei was strikingly beautiful, her skin snowy white and delicate. Light makeup adorned her charming, seductive face, a red floral pattern rested between her brows, and her elegant eyebrows were lightly drawn.

Her narrow, alluring fox-like eyes carried a hint of enchantment. Her pert nose seemed sculpted from jade, while her tempting red lips were soft and full, stirring an impulsive desire in others.

A black gauze qipao wrapped around her mature, voluptuous figure. Her proud breasts rose magnificently, while black silk sleeves encased her long, snow-white arms. A golden sash cinched her slender, supple waist, and flying bird patterns were embroidered along the slit hem of her qipao.

Matte black stockings encased her long legs, and high heels covered her jade-like feet. As she walked, her round, pert hips swayed gently, seductively beyond compare, like a demoness stirring the deepest desires in one's heart.

Yafei noticed the mysterious young man's appraising gaze, yet she discreetly assessed him in return. Her eyes also swept over Qing Yanjing beside him, and inwardly, she was surprised.

There was no other reason. Whether in appearance or merely in temperament, Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing were both exceptionally outstanding. They simply did not seem like people who should be found in a small place like Wutan City.

Out of professional composure, she revealed none of her surprise. Instead, she smiled charmingly, sat on the sofa opposite Meng Chen, and had the maid pour tea for the three of them.

Yafei smiled. "Yafei greets you, young master. May I ask your esteemed name? And what sort of transaction do you wish to conduct with our Mittel Auction House?"

Meng Chen lifted his teacup and took a light sip.

"My name is Meng Chen. I came here to consign a battle skill for auction through your auction house."

"Consign a battle skill? What grade is it?" Yafei's beautiful eyes lit up slightly as she pressed him softly.

A flash of golden light flickered, and a battle skill scroll appeared in Qing Yanjing's hand. With a light shake of her palm, the scroll landed before Yafei.

Yafei looked toward Meng Chen, who gestured for her to open it herself.

Yafei opened the battle skill scroll. When she saw the words "Profound Tier, High Grade," a faint look of surprise appeared in her beautiful eyes.

A Profound Tier, High Grade battle skill—even in Wutan City, let alone Jia Ma Sacred City—could serve as the clan-protecting battle skill of certain clans.

"Young Master Meng, this Profound Tier, High Grade battle skill is too precious. I need to have the auction house's appraiser examine it, which may take some time. Could you wait for a while?"

"There happens to be an auction later today. We can arrange for it to be included directly. What do you think?"

Yafei parted her red lips, her fragrant tongue moving lightly between them as she asked for Meng Chen's opinion.

Meng Chen nodded. "Mm. I'll trouble Miss Yafei, then."

"Not at all. Please sit for a moment, Young Master Meng. Yafei will return shortly."

Yafei took the battle skill scroll, rose to her feet, and left the reception room.

Time passed. More than half an hour later, Yafei returned, her face filled with delight.

"Young Master Meng, your battle skill has been appraised. It is indeed a Profound Tier, High Grade battle skill and can be included in today's auction."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to Miss Yafei."

After hearing this, Meng Chen stood, intending to leave with Qing Yanjing.

Seeing this, Yafei was somewhat taken aback. He was leaving already? He was not attending the auction, nor was he even asking about the estimated sale price?

"Young Master Meng, please wait. The auction will begin shortly. Why not stay and watch it? That way, you can see what price your consigned battle skill fetches and feel more at ease, wouldn't you?"

Yafei hurriedly called out to stop Meng Chen. Hearing this, Meng Chen looked to Qing Yanjing to seek her opinion.

Qing Yanjing gave a slight nod. Staying to watch it through was fine.

"Alright." Meng Chen turned and nodded at Yafei.

Yafei immediately had someone arrange seats in the auction hall, then smiled seductively at Meng Chen. "Young Master Meng, and this senior, please follow me."

At the same time, in the auction hall.

Due to the "miraculous effects" of the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid, today's auction was even livelier than those of the past half-year. The hall was packed with people and filled with noisy clamor, leaving Xiao Yan and the others who had just entered somewhat dazed.

"It really is lively."

Xiao Yan covered his ears, feeling as though countless flies were buzzing beside them. It was truly unbearable.

Xun'er covered her mouth and chuckled beside him. "Isn't it because Brother Xiao Yan's improvement has been so terrifying? They all think it's the effect of the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid and want to buy a few bottles to bring home."

"I admit the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid did help somewhat, but what truly made me improve was my own hard work. If their children had even half my talent and diligence, why would they need any Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid?"

Xiao Yan bragged as he spoke, not forgetting to glance at Xiao Ning in the distance.

Xiao Ning's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this. He shot Xiao Yan a vicious glare and snorted coldly.

"Humph! If I had the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid to aid my cultivation too, I would have become a Battle Practitioner long ago. How could it be your turn to swagger around here?"

"Tch. This young master became a Battle Practitioner at twelve. Even after wasting three years, you're still no match for me. If you've got the guts, let's have another spar."

Xiao Yan curled a finger at Xiao Ning provocatively.

Xiao Ning's anger surged, but with the elders present, he could only grit his teeth, turn his head away, and ignore Xiao Yan.

Seeing how easily Xiao Ning was provoked, Xiao Yan curled his lips.

The long-legged, domineering beauty beside Xiao Ning swept Xiao Yan with a cold glance. Xiao Yan hurriedly pretended not to notice and let his gaze wander about.

That glance actually allowed Xiao Yan to spot an acquaintance.

"Brother Meng?"