Xiao Wu: There's Nothing More to Say!

On the auction stage, Li An's face instantly turned pale.

That almost tangible pressure made it difficult for him, a level forty-seven Soul Ancestor, to even stand steadily. The circulation of his Soul Power had nearly come to a halt.

A Soul Saint!

This Black-Robed Man who had suddenly appeared was actually a Soul Saint-level expert!

Cold sweat instantly seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

He had never imagined that these seemingly insignificant brats had such a formidable figure backing them!

This was serious trouble!

Li An's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that he could not force out a single word. Inwardly, he was groaning bitterly.

Field Master, what exactly are you up to?

What was the deal with this pajama set?

How had it caused such enormous trouble?!

Seeing that Li An remained silent, standing there with a pale face, the chill in Flender's eyes beneath his hood intensified.

"What?"

"Nothing to say?"

"You think I won't dare touch you just because this is Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect territory?"

He gave a cold snort. His voice was not loud, yet it reached every ear clearly, carrying an undisguised threat.

"Hmph, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is certainly impressive."

"But if you provoke my students, even the Heavenly King himself won't save you!"

Flender's thoughts raced.

He had finally found an opportunity to make trouble at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's establishment, and judging by this auctioneer's reaction, he apparently did not know what the real issue with that outfit was.

He might as well blow this up and at least get some compensation out of it!

Besides, he wanted to see just what this tiny Seven Treasures Auction House in Suotuo City could do to him today!

If worse came to worst, he could rob the Auction House. That would still count as quite a windfall!

With that thought, the Soul Power fluctuations around Flender grew several times more violent, and the light of his seven Soul Rings became even more dazzling.

The atmosphere in the auction hall became suffocating. Many guests with weak Soul Power had already collapsed to the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

In a corner, Ma Hongjun watched his headmaster's imposing display and could not help muttering.

"Boss was right!"

"Only mediocrities are afraid of making trouble. That's what the teachers taught us!"

Dai Mubai glanced at him without saying anything, but excitement also gleamed in his eyes.

Just as Flender's aura reached its peak and he seemed ready to make a move at any moment—

Another change erupted!

Buzz—

Another immense Soul Power fluctuation, not the least bit inferior to Flender's, suddenly surged up from behind the auction stage!

This Soul Power was steady and heavy. It lacked Flender's wild, outwardly explosive force, yet it was far more solid, like an impregnable barrier that instantly forced back the pressure Flender had released!

The people in the auction hall, who had been crushed until they could barely breathe, immediately felt the pressure lighten.

Then, beneath the astonished stares of everyone present—

Another circle of brilliant Soul Rings slowly rose!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

Seven Soul Rings as well!

Another Soul Saint!

A tall, resolute-looking middle-aged man dressed in the standard uniform of the Seven Treasures Auction House, though clearly possessing an entirely different bearing, stepped out from the backstage passage.

With every step he took, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble faintly.

He walked straight up to Li An and stood before him like an iron tower, calmly meeting Flender's gaze.

The newcomer was none other than Wang Wei!

Uproar—!

The entire hall exploded once more!

"An-another Soul Saint?!"

"Good heavens! What is happening today? When did Suotuo City have so many Soul Saints?"

"And this Soul Saint... seems to be from the Seven Treasures Auction House?"

"This Auction House... this new Field Master Ning, just who is he?!"

"No wonder he dared hold an auction like this. He clearly has something to rely on!"

In the private rooms on the second floor, Liu Shaobing, Wu Chen, Jiang Shaocheng, and the others had only just straightened up before instantly shrinking back down.

Their expressions were even more shocked than when they had first seen Flender!

One suddenly appearing Soul Saint could be called an accident.

But the Seven Treasures Auction House itself had actually been hiding a Soul Saint-level expert!

The implications were completely different!

It meant that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect valued this Grade D Auction House in Suotuo City far more than they had imagined!

Or rather, this new Field Master Ning had an extraordinarily unusual background!

On the auction stage, Li An was even more shocked than he had been upon seeing Flender.

Wang Wei?!

He was actually a Soul Saint?!

Li An had always assumed that this guard serving the Field Master was perhaps a Soul King-level expert.

After all, he was merely the personal guard of a manager at a Grade D Auction House.

But now... a Soul Saint!

A Soul Saint-level expert was actually just the Field Master's guard?!

Li An's mind was in complete chaos.

Could it be... could the Field Master truly be the direct descendant of the Sect Master or some elder?

Had he been sent here only to gain experience?

But if he was such an important figure, why would he be assigned to a Grade D Auction House in a small place like Suotuo City?

It made no sense at all!

Flender's expression immediately turned somewhat grim as well.

He could sense that this suddenly appearing Soul Saint was likely a little weaker than him, around level seventy-five or seventy-six.

But the mountain-like, heavy aura of Soul Power surrounding the other man clearly belonged to a defensive-type martial soul!

If they truly fought, Flender's attack power might be high and his speed great, but it would be nearly impossible for him to take down a defensive-type Soul Saint like this.

In that case, it would be troublesome if the others made a move against his students!

At that thought, Flender's gaze flickered, and he suppressed the urge to attack.

However, he was unwilling to concede verbally.

"Hmph!"

He snorted coldly and looked at Wang Wei, who stood in front of him.

"What?"

"Is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect planning to bully others with its power?"

"You think you can do whatever you want just because you have one Soul Saint?"

"Fine! Very good!"

Flender raised his voice a little.

"Then when I return, I'll gather some brothers and pay your Seven Treasures Auction House a proper 'visit'!"

This was a naked threat!

He was implying that he, too, had powerful forces and friends behind him.

Yet Wang Wei acted as though he had not heard the threat at all.

There was no expression on his face. He did not even glance at Flender.

His gaze passed over Flender and landed on Xiao Wu behind him, whose face was still full of anger and whose eyes remained crimson.

Then he spoke.

"This young lady."

"Our Field Master would like to see you."

"As for this auction item, he will personally give you an explanation."

The moment those words came out, it was not only Flender who froze.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and even every guest below the stage were all stunned.

An explanation?

What was going on?

Could auctioning off someone's intimate clothing possibly have an explanation?

And the mysterious Field Master would explain it personally?

The fury on Xiao Wu's face faltered slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed through her crimson eyes.

She could sense that this Soul Saint before her bore her no ill will.

Moreover, he had mentioned an "explanation."

"Hmph!"

Xiao Wu planted her hands on her hips and raised her little chin.

"Fine!"

"I'd like to see what sort of explanation your Field Master can give me!"

"If it doesn't satisfy me, I'll tear down this lousy Auction House today!"

Though her words were tough, she understood that with two Soul Saints present, they would not gain any advantage if a fight broke out.

Since the other side was willing to explain, she would hear them out.

With that, she prepared to follow Wang Wei away.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San immediately stepped forward, intending to follow her.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun also instinctively moved after her.

But Wang Wei paused, turned around, and extended an arm to stop them.

His expression remained blank, his voice steady.

"Sorry."

"The Field Master will see only this young lady."

"He will explain himself only to her."

A flash of purple light flickered in Tang San's eyes as he stared coldly at Wang Wei.

There was no way he could feel at ease handing Xiao Wu over to a stranger alone, especially after something like this had happened!

But Xiao Wu turned back and smiled at Tang San, her smile carrying a hint of reassurance.

"Brother, it's fine."

"I'll be back soon."

"I want to see what tricks he's trying to pull!"

Flender also frowned, but after looking at the composed Wang Wei and then at the situation that seemed to have hidden circumstances, he ultimately did not stop her.

He spoke to Wang Wei in a deep voice.

"Hmph! These are all my students!"

"If your Field Master still intends to play any tricks..."

"He'll bear the consequences himself!"

Then he turned to Tang San.

"Xiao San, don't worry."

"With your teacher here, no one will hurt Xiao Wu."

Tang San looked at Flender, then at Xiao Wu's determined gaze. In the end, he nodded, though the coldness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Only then did Wang Wei lower his arm. He gestured for Xiao Wu to proceed, then turned and led her toward the backstage passage.

Inside the auction hall, every gaze followed Xiao Wu and Wang Wei as they disappeared into the corridor.

The tense standoff had temporarily ceased. For a moment, the atmosphere became strange, but the doubts in everyone's hearts only deepened.

What exactly was that mysterious Field Master Ning going to say to the young girl?

What secret was hidden behind that pink Bunny Ear Pajamas set?

At this moment, time seemed exceptionally long.

Zhu Zhuqing had also appeared. She stood on the auction stage with Flender, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others, facing Li An and the dozen or so guards from a distance. No one showed any intention of attacking again.

Liu Shaobing, Wu Chen, Jiang Shaocheng, and the others on the second floor also waited patiently for the result in their respective private rooms.

About the time it took to drink a cup of tea later—

Figures shifted at the corridor entrance, and Xiao Wu reappeared before everyone's eyes.

Only...

Her expression was completely different from when she had gone in!

When she entered, her face had been filled with fury, her eyes crimson, as though she wanted to devour someone alive.

But now, though there was still a faint blush on her face, that anger had vanished without a trace.

In its place was a somewhat strange expression mixed with shyness, annoyance—

And even the faintest hint of... delight?

Delighted?!

Everyone who saw Xiao Wu's expression wondered if their eyes were playing tricks on them.

What was going on?

Her intimate sleepwear had been auctioned off. She went to hear an explanation, and when she came back, she was actually quite happy?

How absurd had that explanation been?

Or had that Field Master fed her some kind of bewitching potion?

Even Flender and Tang San wore looks of utter astonishment when they saw Xiao Wu like this.

Xiao Wu quickly returned to the auction stage and went over to Tang San's side.

Before anyone could question her, she cleared her throat, swept her gaze across the hall, and loudly announced,

"Ahem!"

"It's fine now!"

"I've accepted the Field Master's explanation!"

"The auction... can continue!"

After saying that, she grabbed Tang San, who was still somewhat dazed, and headed back toward their seats below the stage.

Everyone: "..."

The entire hall fell into dead silence once more.

That turnaround... had been way too fast, hadn't it?

What exactly had happened?

What had that explanation contained?

Everyone felt as though a cat's claws were scratching at their hearts. Their curiosity was unbearable.

Seeing that Xiao Wu, the person involved, had said everything was fine and had even returned to her seat of her own accord,

Flender was equally bewildered, but he could only suppress his questions for now. He snorted coldly at Wang Wei and Li An, then returned to his seat with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

A conflict that had seemed on the verge of spiraling out of control ended in such an anticlimactic fashion.

The moment they returned to their seats, Tang San lowered his voice and asked Xiao Wu,

"Xiao Wu, what exactly happened?"

"What did that Field Master say to you?"

Xiao Wu's cheeks reddened a little more, and her eyes darted away.

"Oh, brother!"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

She paused, then suddenly leaned close to Tang San's ear and spoke in an extremely low voice, though her tone was resolute.

"But..."

"When that clothing item is auctioned later..."

"You absolutely have to win it for me!"

"No matter how much it costs!"