Undercurrents Surge Within the Myriad Treasures Pavilion

"Hmph, this little brat from the Ma Clan dares to cause trouble in this City of Chaos?"

Not far away, the sinister-looking young man, Song Qi, looked in Ma Qianqian's direction, a hint of undisguised contempt and killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Someone nearby immediately began to explain in a low voice.

"The Song Clan and the Ma Clan are mortal enemies! The Song Clan is an old and powerful force that has been passed down for hundreds of years in this Land of Chaos, with a deep foundation. The Ma Clan, on the other hand, is a newly emerging family that has risen to prominence in recent decades, making a fortune through business and becoming incredibly wealthy."

"The Song Clan has always wanted to take over the Ma Clan's business, but unfortunately, the Ma Clan produced a formidable figure in the previous generation. However, fortunes change, and I've heard that the Song Clan's genius has faded in this generation, while the Ma Clan has produced such a shrewd and capable girl as Ma Qianqian."

"Then we're in for a good show today!"

"A good show to watch? Heh, you're dreaming!" another sneered. "This is City of Chaos! A place teeming with hidden talents! Let alone those two families, even if a true Foundation Establishment Realm expert came in person, they might not be able to rule the entire City of Chaos! Who would dare to really break ties here?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yueming's heart stirred slightly.

[Foundation Establishment expert? Could it be... that this City of Chaos harbors an existence surpassing the Innate?]

Just as he was deep in thought, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

The woman in the red dress whom he had "rescued" in the alley earlier was now swaying her serpentine waist as she walked step by step onto the auction stage.

She changed into an even more glamorous purple gown, which accentuated her already stunning figure, making her even more breathtaking. Every smile and gesture exuded a fatal charm that could drive any man mad.

"It's Hong Sanniang! The chief auctioneer of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion!"

"Tsk tsk, this woman is truly a vixen!!"

Dongfang Yueming looked at Hong Sanniang on the stage, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

[I didn't expect him to be such a big shot.]

On stage, Hong Sanniang's gaze inadvertently swept across the entire audience. When her eyes fell upon the calm figure in the corner, her captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed sharply, then she subtly looked away, but in her heart, a storm was brewing!

[It's him?! What's he doing here?!]

She forcefully suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, and her face still wore a professional and charming smile.

[He can kill several Inner Force martial artists with a single breath... This strength definitely belongs to Innate expert! And... it's definitely not an ordinary Innate!]

A bold and crazy idea rose in her mind.

[He's so handsome... If I could use my body to lure him into our Red Flower Society...]

"Stop looking! Although Hong Sanniang is beautiful, she's a poisonous rose with thorns!" someone whispered a reminder. "She's said to be at the Grandmaster Peak, and could reach the Innate at any moment! Moreover, she's ruthless and is the right-hand woman of the Red Flower Society's leader!"

"The Red Flower Society? Aren't they the weakest of the three major forces? Even if Hong Sanniang breaks through, so what?"

"That's true, but don't underestimate the Red Flower Society! It's said that their president and vice president are extremely mysterious twins, and no one has ever seen their true faces! Their strength is unfathomable! Although there are rumors that they haven't broken through to the Innate Seventh Level Realm yet, who knows if it's true or not?"

Just as everyone was discussing this, a cold and domineering aura suddenly descended!

In the VIP section, a middle-aged man dressed in Black Wind Stronghold attire with a rugged face was staring intently at Hong Sanniang on the stage with a possessive gaze!

"It's Hei Xiong, the deputy leader of Black Wind Stronghold!"

"A powerhouse at the Innate Third Level! Hiss--!"

Sensing the undisguised oppressive aura, the entire auction hall fell silent instantly.

A sense of curiosity arose in Dongfang Yueming's heart.

[A mere deputy leader at the Innate Third Level the Red Flower Society should be far stronger than him, so why do outsiders say the Red Flower Society is the weakest of the three major powers?]

Just as he was wondering, a clear female voice with a faint smile rang out beside him.

"Because the strongest person in Black Wind Stronghold has never been their leader."

Dongfang Yueming turned his head and saw that Ma Qianqian had already sat down in the empty seat next to him.

He felt a surge of curiosity: [How did this woman even notice me?]

As if reading his thoughts, Ma Qianqian smiled and explained, "Senior, your demeanor Bufan, as steadfast as a deep pool and a majestic mountain. I simply feel safer sitting with you."

The guard behind her, Innate First Level the Innate Realm, flashed a hint of disdain and coldness in his eyes upon seeing this.

[How dare a piece of trash whose very presence cannot be detected receive such courteous treatment from you, Miss?]

Ignoring the guard's thoughts, Ma Qianqian continued, "The Black Wind Stronghold's true trump card lies in their five Grand Elders who are in seclusion year-round. It's said that even the weakest of them possesses the cultivation of the Innate Fifth Level. However, they generally don't show themselves easily."

"I see." Dongfang Yueming nodded.

Just then, the auction officially began.

Ma Qianqian returned to her seat, but a subtle hint of seriousness flashed in her shrewd eyes.

[Hei Sha, the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, didn't come... Hopefully, he was just held up by something else.]

She took a deep breath, already prepared for the worst.

She knew that if she managed to capture that Innate method today, she would likely find it very difficult to leave this City of Chaos alive.

Therefore, she was prepared.

Inside a room at the auction house.

An elderly man whose aura had reached the Innate Third Level Peak was sitting cross-legged.

His task was singular:

Wait for the auction to end, then meet your employer and break through the encirclement!