The auction of the stone carving "Dream Awakening" was still a huge success.
"10.1 million gold coins!" Jason offered.
"10.2 million gold coins!" Cesar offered.
"10.3 million gold coins!" Delia offered.
"10.4 million gold coins!" Cesar offered.
"10.5 million gold coins~~" Delia's voice lacked confidence.
Now only Jason, Cesar, and Delia remain to compete; the others are too intimidated to get involved.
Monica seized the opportunity to remind him, "Dad, that's Cesar, known as the King of Slaughter—"
Several members of the Rhine Empire's delegation nearby also tried to stop them.
Barek waved his hand. "Don't worry, Jason isn't afraid of that Cesar."
Only Barek in the box liked stone carvings, but he didn't think a single stone carving was worth so many gold coins; as for Jason, he was simply a collector.
"I can't discern Delia's appearance even with my divine sense, but this Cesar is quite good-looking, no wonder he's a playboy." He didn't want to ruin the relationship between Linley and Delia, so while observing Cesar through the curtains, he waited for Delia to hand him the note before taking the opportunity to back down.
Cesar stood up abruptly, realizing that the people in the VIP box were incredibly ungrateful, so much so that the host was too intimidated to bring down the gavel to confirm the winner.
Cesar ignored Delia; in his Divine Power probe, she was just a little girl.
"Miss Monica, is this gentleman your friend?" Surprisingly, Cesar recognized Monica.
The people in the private room looked at Monica with questioning eyes.
Monica lowered her head. "Um, this Cesar used to pursue me—"
Jason's eyes widened, his body trembling, yet he asked in a calm tone, "When did this happen? You weren't taken advantage of, were you?"
"No! More than three hundred years ago, when I was just beginning to comprehend the Profound Mysteries, I met him in the Yulan Empire. I refused him back then." Monica looked conflicted, unsure whether to respond to Cesar's words outside.
However, she soon no longer needed to worry about it.
Jason lifted the sheer curtains and leaned over the railing, looking down at Cesar.
He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with short beards at his temples, wearing a loose-fitting dark robe, exuding laziness—his ugly and unreliable appearance made Jason want to vomit.
"So you're called Cesar, huh? I'm warning you, stay away from my daughter Monica from now on, or I won't be so polite!" Jason threatened without any attempt to hide it.
The entire hall fell silent; even Cesar was speechless with astonishment.
After a long while, Cesar's originally languid expression gradually turned serious, and then excited. "Miss Monica's father, is this your name? It's an honor to meet you."
Jason Rhein
"Oh—I've heard of you, the Rhine Clan's number one genius. It's a pleasure to meet you." Cesar's voice was deep, as if he were struggling to finish his sentence.
As the leader of the assassin organization Warblade, he had gathered some information about Jason.
"No, I am the second genius of the Rhine Clan. The first is my family head." Compared to Cesar's cold voice, Jason's tone was much lighter, and he didn't take the other party seriously at all.
"It's a pity your clan leader isn't in Fenlai City."
"Looks like you want to fight? Okay! Don't leave later, meet me at the south gate." Jason directly challenged him to a fight!
"Heh, you should get out of this hall first." After saying that, Cesar's body seemed to turn into a shadow and blend into the darkness of the ground.
Jason said casually, "Host, I'm forfeiting this stone sculpture. Give it to that little girl; I'm going to have a fight with someone later."
"Alright, 10.4 million gold coins. This, uh, this stone sculpture, Dream Awakening, has been acquired by this young lady." The host seemed to wake from a dream, even forgetting to ask Delia's name, and his sentence structure was a bit messy.
"Dad! Are you alright?" Monica asked in surprise.
"It's alright. That old bastard Cesar is no good. Stay away from him in the future. I'll go teach him a lesson later."
Few people in the hall believed Jason could defeat Cesar. Although they knew the power of the Rhine Empire, they at most thought Jason could protect himself against Cesar.
Apart from the Rhine Empire delegation's private room and Linley.
"Grandpa Doehring, that just now looked like Lord Jason, whom we met before!" Linley swallowed hard. Deity-level figures were still unattainable for him at his current level!
Doehring Cowart had long sensed the presence of Saint-level within the hall and had been keeping it within the Coiling Dragon Ring.
"He just said Monica is his daughter? And there's another bidder named Cesar?" Doehring Cowart could hear the outside conversation clearly even through his ring.
"It seems so." Linley was in shock, his mind a little fuzzy.
"I used to know someone named Cesar, a genius, a Saint Warrior specializing in Darkness Element magic," Doehring Cowart said, much more nonchalantly.
Everyone in the hall understood the threat Cesar had just made, and before Jason could make a move, they all left the hall. Even Linley and Yale were escorted away from the Proulx Gallery by Gilmer and Lampson.
In the distance, Linley and his companions, protected by a squad of Templar Knights, gazed at the entrance of the Proulx Gallery.
At this distance, Linley could no longer see clearly; his current warrior strength was only level six.
"At this distance, we shouldn't be affected, right?" Yale muttered, as he could only see a blurry shadow.
"Be careful," King Clayde of Fenlai warned, "Cesar is one of the strongest Saint-level below the Deity-level. As for that Jason, I've heard of him. He's the second son of Emperor Maisiji of the Rhine Empire, a genius who broke through to the Saint-level level at the age of thirty-six."
Linley frowned when he heard that Jason had broken through to the Saint-level at the age of thirty-six. As Dragonblood Warrior, he was confident that he could break through to the Saint-level in his thirties. However, he also knew that without activating his bloodline, even if he was the second most talented mage in history, it would be almost impossible for him to break through to the Saint-level before the age of fifty.
Jason walked to the door amidst Monica's worried gaze and the scornful looks from the others in the Proulx Gallery.
"You think your concealment is very clever?" Jason said this with his Battle-qi, and people far away could hear it.
However, Cesar seemed quite composed, befitting his background as an assassin.
Jason looked at a large tree by the roadside.
The once ordinary tree seemed to come alive instantly, its verdant leaves transforming into sharp flying knives, rustling as they pounced towards the shadows beneath it.
The shadow suddenly came to life, like a long, black ribbon, enveloping Jason.
This is an application of the Profound Mysteries of Shadow, filling the entire path with Shadow Clone while the real body quickly replaces them. The denser the distribution of Shadow Clone, the faster the speed. Highgod who are proficient in this technique can even achieve a near-teleportation effect, and can also quickly turn and retreat when encountering danger.
Jason pointed towards the black path, and Cesar's attack instantly changed direction, his figure wielding a black dagger appearing under the tree.
This is part of the power within the notoriously bizarre Edicts of Fate.
Although startled, Cesar instantly adopted a defensive stance, for the leaves, like flying knives, had already arrived.
As the short sword spun, most of the leaves were shattered, but a dozen or so leaves were deflected by a sudden burst of force and flew towards Jason. This was nothing Profound Mysteries; it was simply the application of power by Saint-level.
As the leaves flew toward Jason, Cesar conjured more than twenty Shadow Clone, attempting to rush toward Jason.
Jason simply pointed at the leaves again.
The leaves swelled rapidly, and every vein of each leaf extended out like a large net made of vines.
Dark Battle-qi erupted, Cesar escaped from the net in a sorry state. He had just used Shadow Clone as a decoy, while his real body transformed into a shadow and hid in the shadow of one of the leaves.
Cesar hadn't expected Jason to be so strong; he hadn't even gotten within five meters of Jason yet.
"The Yulan Continent is too peaceful, which has made you Saint-level arrogant and disrespectful." Jason's domain was released instantly and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Cesar knew perfectly well what this meant, and he gasped.
Seeing that Jason did not try to keep him, Cesar didn't even bother to hide. He turned around and flew into the sky, heading towards the O'Brien Empire.
The various forces watching from afar were shocked by Cesar's defeat.
Gilmer and Lampson snapped out of their daze, "Was that... Fate Law?"
Many people can recognize Life Magic, but the Fate Law is exceptionally mysterious, and it is difficult for those who are not familiar with this art to discern it.
"It's Fate Law." A voice came from behind.
The group turned their heads and saw a gaunt old man whose face and appearance resembled those of a homeless beggar.
"Senior Kuye." Gilmer and Lampson bowed. Kuye was always low-key and always asked them to address him as "senior."
Kuye nodded. "The Rhine Clan's profound heritage is well-deserved. A family known for its rules of death and destruction, they have actually managed to cultivate top-tier experts specializing in Life Magic and Fate Law!"
Kuye didn't mention that the brief moment of hesitation might have been due to a domain. Jason's domain had only appeared for a short time, and he had never truly witnessed a Deity-level domain, so he didn't dare to confirm it.
As for the onlookers below the Saint-level, they were completely unaware of that momentary disharmony.