That... That's My Pajamas!

Inside the auction hall, everyone's movements froze as their gazes focused on the tray and the pink garment adorned with rabbit ears.

After a brief, deathly silence, suppressed murmurs surged like a tide, buzzing throughout the hall.

"Did I hear that right? Pajamas?"

"And they're pink... with rabbit ears?"

"Have the people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... lost their minds?"

"This thing starts at five hundred Gold Soul Coins? Who would buy it?!"

"This is outrageous! It's practically an insult!"

Some found it absurdly funny, some looked disdainful, and others saw it as a provocation.

Second-floor private room.

The muscles on Liu Shaobing's face twitched before he quickly regained his composure, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

Beside him, Wu Chen's tiger-like eyes were wide open, as though he had seen a ghost.

"Old Liu, what... what is this Field Master Ning up to? Using a woman's pajamas as the finale? Has he lost his mind?"

Wu Chen kept his voice low, but he could not hide his shock.

In another private room, the faint smirk on Jiang Shaocheng's face from Spirit Hall froze, changing into an expression mixed with astonishment and contempt.

He wanted to see what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was really up to.

On the auction stage, Li An felt sweat forming on his forehead, but he forced himself to stand straight and maintain an auctioneer's professionalism.

Even though he also felt that the Field Master had gone far too far this time.

Just as the crowd buzzed with discussion and the situation was nearly spiraling out of control, a clear voice rang out.

"Six hundred Gold Soul Coins."

The voice came from City Lord Liu Shaobing's private room.

Crash!

The discussions abruptly ceased, and every gaze turned toward the second floor.

Mad!

Someone had actually gone mad!

Spending six hundred Gold Soul Coins on a... thing like that?

Even Li An onstage was stunned, nearly losing his grip on the Auction Gavel.

Wu Chen abruptly turned to stare at Liu Shaobing.

"Old Liu! What are you doing? Six hundred Gold Soul Coins for this? You..."

Liu Shaobing raised a hand to interrupt him, a faint, unreadable smile appearing on his face.

"Old Wu, are you stupid?"

"Think about it. Why would something like this appear at an auction? And as the finale?"

Wu Chen frowned.

"Why? I think that Field Master Ning is just not right in the head!"

Liu Shaobing shook his head.

"No, this proves precisely that this Field Master Ning is no ordinary man."

"Think about it. Why would he bring out such a private and strange item?"

"To humiliate us? Doesn't seem like it. To attract attention? Maybe, but the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't be that bored."

Liu Shaobing paused and lowered his voice.

"He's watching our reactions!"

"He's watching the major forces in Suotuo City, seeing what attitude we have toward him, the newly arrived Field Master, and toward this 'outrageous' auction item of his!"

Wu Chen's eyes widened slightly, seeming to understand.

Liu Shaobing continued, "This item itself is not worth much, but it represents an attitude."

"If we show rejection and ridicule, then it will probably be difficult to deal with him in the future."

"But if we accept it, even buy it, wouldn't that send a... friendly signal?"

"Think about it. The Seven Treasures Auction House only prepared for this auction for one day, yet it could still produce these auction items. Could this Field Master Ning possibly be an ordinary person?"

Liu Shaobing chuckled, looking rather shrewd.

"This new Field Master named Ning Liu is interesting."

"If we befriend him, will we have to worry about good things not coming through his hands in the future?"

"Six hundred Gold Soul Coins to buy an attitude and a possibility for the future. It's not a loss!"

Wu Chen suddenly understood, and his gaze toward Liu Shaobing gained a hint of admiration.

"Your mind really works fast, Old Liu!"

On the auction stage, Li An finally snapped back to his senses.

He cleared his throat. Though his heart was still full of doubts, he followed the procedure and called out.

"The second-floor guest bids six hundred Gold Soul Coins!"

"Six hundred Gold Soul Coins, first call!"

He swept his gaze across the hall, waiting to see whether anyone would raise the bid.

In another corner of the Auction House.

Xiao Wu stared at the pink pajamas on the stage, her little face puffed up in anger.

"Hmph! This Auction House is so perverted!"

"They just auctioned off girls, and now they're auctioning off this... this shameless thing!"

She muttered furiously under her breath.

Tang San sat beside her with a calm expression, merely spreading his hands slightly.

"The world is vast, and all kinds of strange things exist. Every kind of person and every kind of preference can be found."

He did not care much about it, only finding it somewhat strange.

Xiao Wu huffed and looked toward the pajamas again.

For some reason, she felt that garment was vaguely familiar.

Pink fabric, fluffy rabbit ears...

Wait!

There seemed to be a small embroidered pattern on the chest of that garment?

Because of the distance and angle, she could not see it clearly.

But as the staff member slightly turned the tray, the embroidered pattern clearly entered Xiao Wu's sight.

It was a... Carrot Rabbit, with slightly immature stitching but an incredibly cute image!

Xiao Wu's pupils suddenly constricted!

That was... that was embroidered by her own hand!

It was her favorite pair of pajamas!

Why was it here?!

An indescribable surge of humiliation, fury, and rage instantly rushed to her head!

Her pajamas!

They were pajamas she wore against her skin! They were actually being auctioned in public!

"Brother!"

Xiao Wu's voice trembled slightly as she abruptly grabbed Tang San's arm.

Tang San felt the coldness and strength of her hand. Turning his head, he met Xiao Wu's eyes, which had instantly turned blood-red.

"What is it, Xiao Wu?"

"Th-that's my pajamas!"

Xiao Wu practically forced the words out through clenched teeth, every syllable carrying icy rage.

Tang San: "..."

It was as though his mind had been struck by a heavy hammer, leaving it completely blank.

Xiao Wu's... pajamas?

How was that possible?!

Who did this?

Why were they here?

Countless thoughts flashed madly through his mind before finally turning into a cold killing intent.

No matter what, he could not allow Xiao Wu's belongings to be defiled in a place like this!

Onstage, Li An's voice continued.

"Six hundred Gold Soul Coins, second call!"

"Will any honored guest raise the bid? This is..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by an angry, high-pitched shout!

"Who dares touch my things?!"

Xiao Wu abruptly rose to her feet, forcefully pushing off the ground with both feet. Her petite figure shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, directly clearing the railing in front of the audience seats!

Pink light surged around her body in an instant!

Two yellow soul rings suddenly appeared!

The Soul Power fluctuations of her Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul erupted without reservation!

Almost at the exact moment Xiao Wu leaped out, Tang San moved!

A flash of purple light passed through his eyes!

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

His figure became a blurred afterimage, instantly crossing the crowd at a speed even faster than Xiao Wu's as he charged straight toward the auction stage!

His target was the pink pajamas on the tray!