Qian Chen Feared No One-So What If Dugu Bo Was a Titled Douluo?!

Qian Chen turned to look at her.

"The auction house has no rule saying that no one else can continue bidding after Dugu Bo makes an offer."

"You..."

Dugu Yan's fair face quickly filled with irritation.

Qian Chen lifted his teacup.

"Fair competition. Can't you afford it?"

The expression on Dugu Yan's face completely froze.

She came from the Poison Douluo lineage and was treated with respect wherever she went.

Yet with a single sentence from Qian Chen, she could find no grounds to refute him.

Dugu Bo raised a hand to stop her.

"Yanyan, come back."

Dugu Yan bit her red lips and turned to sit down.

Dugu Bo's gaze lingered on Qian Chen for a moment before he withdrew it.

He did not continue arguing.

However, the Ice Jade Heart-Nourishing Pill was eventually delivered to Qian Chen's private room by the auction house.

Qian Chen stored the pill in his Soul Tool.

Xue Qinghe looked at him.

"You'd better be careful."

"Nothing to fear."

Qian Chen answered calmly.

A flicker passed through Xue Qinghe's eyes.

"You have other trump cards?"

Qian Chen lifted his teacup.

"He can't hurt me."

Xue Qinghe looked at his profile.

She suddenly recalled what had happened inside the Spirit Arena.

Qian Chen had frozen the entire Imperial Fighting Team by himself.

Six years had passed since then, and his strength could only have become even more terrifying.

"It seems I still underestimated you."

Qian Chen did not respond.

The auction continued.

Dugu Yan, however, no longer looked at the auction stage.

She turned toward her grandfather.

"We can't just let this go."

Dugu Bo gazed ahead.

"Wait until he comes out."

"You plan to make a move?"

"Let's see what happens first."

Dugu Bo withdrew his gaze.

"If he doesn't have sufficient backing, we'll take the Ice Jade Heart-Nourishing Pill back."

Dugu Yan nodded.

She looked toward Qian Chen's private room, displeasure still lingering in her eyes.

On the auction stage,

a huge iron cage was slowly pushed up by the attendants.

A black curtain covered the outside of the cage.

The auctioneer walked over and raised a hand to draw back the curtain.

The figure inside the cage was immediately exposed to everyone's view.

It was a girl with long pink hair.

A pair of furry cat ears grew from the top of her head, their tips twitching constantly in response to the surrounding sounds.

Her pink hair fell over her chest and down her sides, its ends curling slightly and making her delicate face look even more exquisite.

She wore only a thin white short skirt.

The hem barely covered the tops of her thighs, while her fair legs were curled up in the corner of the iron cage.

A black Soul Tool was locked around her ankle, and a belt was fastened around her slender waist. The pink cat tail behind her clung tightly to the side of her leg.

Her figure was slender, but not frail.

The lines of her shoulders and neck were graceful, her waist and abdomen were beautifully defined, and her legs were long and well-proportioned.

But at that moment, her entire body was curled up inside the cage, with several streaks of dust on her skin.

The girl raised her head.

Her pink eyes were filled with wariness.

She revealed sharp canine teeth and guarded her front with both hands. Her cat tail puffed up, and her body tensed along with it.

The gazes filling the auction house made her extremely uncomfortable.

She looked around, fear hidden in her eyes, but she did not lower her head in submission.

The auctioneer introduced her:

"This Catwoman possesses part of a soul beast's bloodline and is exceptionally fast. After proper training, she can serve as a personal attendant."

"The starting price is one hundred and eighty thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Ning Fengzhi raised his bidding paddle.

"One hundred and eighty thousand."

No one else in the auction house raised their bid.

Ning Fengzhi held a noble position and was the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Everyone was willing to show him that much respect.

The auctioneer was just about to bring down the hammer.

Qian Chen raised his paddle.

"Two hundred thousand."

The entire venue fell silent once again.

One gaze after another turned toward Qian Chen.

First, the Ice Jade Heart-Nourishing Pill.

Now, he was bidding against Ning Fengzhi himself for a Catwoman.

What exactly was this person trying to do?

Xue Qinghe turned to look at Qian Chen.

She had already been displeased because of Shui Bing'er and the Ice Empress. Now that she saw Qian Chen bidding for a Catwoman, an indescribable vexation rose within her.

"You want to buy her?"

"There's a fluctuation of Soul Power coming from her."

Qian Chen looked at the iron cage.

"She's worth taking a look at."

Xue Qinghe pursed her red lips.

"Don't tell me you even like this kind of Catwoman?"

"She isn't an ordinary person."

Qian Chen did not explain further.

Inside Ning Fengzhi's private room,

Gu Rong's expression darkened.

"This person is being far too disrespectful to the sect leader."

Ning Fengzhi raised a hand to stop him.

He looked toward Qian Chen's private room, his gaze gradually turning serious.

First, he had offended Dugu Bo.

Now, he was competing with Ning Fengzhi himself for a Catwoman.

Qian Chen was being far too direct.

This was absolutely not the confidence an ordinary young man could possess.

Ning Fengzhi raised his bidding paddle.

"Two hundred and ten thousand."

Qian Chen spoke again.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand."

Ning Fengzhi was silent for a moment.

"Sir Qian Chen, could you give me some face?"

Qian Chen turned his head.

"Who are you?"

The auction house fell deathly silent.

Everyone thought Qian Chen was deliberately mocking Ning Fengzhi.

Gu Rong rose to his feet on the spot.

A powerful surge of Soul Power spread from his body.

Ning Fengzhi immediately grabbed his arm.

"Uncle Bone."

Gu Rong stared at Qian Chen for a long while before sitting down again.

Ning Fengzhi did not continue bidding.

He had already determined that Qian Chen's identity was far from simple.

There was no need to openly clash with him over a Catwoman.

The auctioneer quickly brought down the hammer.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins. Sold!"

A wave of hushed discussion rang out around them.

Xue Qinghe raised a hand and rubbed her brow.

She had thought that after Qian Chen ran into trouble, she could step in and resolve it for him.

But now, it seemed that Qian Chen did not take Ning Fengzhi seriously at all.

The feeling left her helpless.

Yet it also stirred a trace of anticipation within her.

If someone really went looking for trouble with Qian Chen, she would have a chance to stand at his side.

A beauty rescuing a hero.

That did not seem so bad.

The auction house attendants soon delivered the iron cage into the private room.

The Catwoman curled up inside the cage.

When she saw Qian Chen gradually approaching, she immediately bared her teeth. She braced both hands against the cage wall, her body assuming an attacking stance.

Qian Chen opened the cage door.

The Catwoman immediately backed away.

But when Qian Chen approached, the Soul Power within her body abruptly stagnated.

The suppression from deep within her bloodline caused her legs to lose their strength.

She raised her head and looked at Qian Chen.

Her pink cat ears slowly drooped.

Her puffed-up cat tail also became smooth again.

Qian Chen extended his hand.

The Catwoman hesitated for a moment, but ultimately lowered her head and gently pressed her forehead against his palm.

Qian Chen's fingertips brushed through her hair.

The Catwoman's body gradually relaxed.

She leaned forward, taking the initiative to rub her cheek against Qian Chen's chest.

The pink tail behind her swayed gently, as though she were trying to please her master.

Xue Qinghe watched this scene, her expression becoming extremely strange.

"I didn't expect you to be into this sort of thing."

Qian Chen lowered his head and looked at the Catwoman.

"She isn't a Catwoman."

Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered.

"What did you say?"

"She's a ten-thousand-year-old mutated soul beast that took human form."

Qian Chen said:

"Her bloodline simply hasn't fully awakened, which is why she retained her cat ears and tail."

The discomfort in Xue Qinghe's heart faded considerably.

If a soul beast had taken human form, that would have been another matter.

But watching Catwoman keep swishing her tail and press her head against Qian Chen's chest, he still found her an eyesore.

"She seems to have already acknowledged you as her master."

"My bloodline suppresses hers."

Qian Chen reached out and undid the Soul Tool around Catwoman's ankle.

The black Soul Tool fell to the floor.

Catwoman immediately raised her arms, wrapped them around Qian Chen's waist, and pressed her face to his chest.

Xue Qinghe's fingers tightened within his sleeve.

"She certainly knows how to ingratiate herself with you."

Qian Chen did not respond.

On the auction stage, the next item had already been brought out.

It was an intact Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

The moment the auctioneer announced the starting price, a stream of bids rang out across the hall.

Qian Chen glanced at the auction stage.

"Let's go."

Xue Qinghe froze.

"You're not going to look at the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone?"

"I don't lack soul bones."

Qian Chen picked Catwoman up.

Catwoman did not resist. Her arms looped around his neck, and her pink tail hung naturally behind her.