Chapter 219: Auction House

Wan Jian Cang's gaze turned to his own wife, Jiéguǒ Liu Shuyun completely ignored him and instead invited Qin Yang to go to Dumei Pavilion.

He watched helplessly as the three entered Dumei Pavilion, and Wan Jian Cang wore a sullen expression.

"Master, hasn't the master's wife forgiven you?"

A young girl asked.

She was mischievously sprightly, with a gleeful smile on her face.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh out loud; no need to hold it in."

"Haha."

"Little girl, do you believe the master would expel you from the sect? You still dare to laugh."

Wan Jian Cang roared in frustration.

"Haha."

The laughter continued.

This drove Wan Jian Cang's gloom to the extreme.

He rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered to reply to the little girl.

These juniors have all been spoiled by him.

At this moment, Qin Yang also sensed the commotion outside.

A slight stir rose in his heart.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is called a sect, but it resembles a great clan more.

As the patriarch, Wan Jian Cang is quite kind to every child.

Otherwise, these disciples wouldn't be so disrespectful.

"Actually my father was a good person; it was two hundred years ago that Chen Ju lured him, and then he became deluded, but he treated my junior brothers and sisters very well, as if they were his own children."

Wan Ren said.

Qin Yang nodded; in fact, he had also seen it.

Wan Jian Cang is more like a patriarch than a sect leader.

The rules here aren't that strict.

"Mother, you shouldn't be angry with father any longer; Xiāngxìn that after this time, he will obey you completely and will never entertain other thoughts again."

Wan Ren said with a smile.

Liu Shuyun sneered, "That guy brought in a fox temptress, almost killed you again; I could never forgive him. I've been alone for two hundred years, and I won't need him any more."

Wan Ren could only shrug helplessly.

He had already said everything he needed to say.

Zhǔyào shì||Term that his own father was too treacherous, which caused his mother to hold such great resentment toward him.

This is all I can do.

Later, Liu Shuyun apologetically said to Qin Yang, "I caused you embarrassment, fellow cultivator."

"It's fine, I'll just consider it online gossip, quite interesting."

Qin Yang smiled.

Liu Shuyun was at a loss, both laughing and crying; Qin Yang was just too sincere.

She couldn't say much, after all Qin Yang was her son's lifesaver, and what he said was Shìshí—just online gossip.

Liu Shuyun had a disciple bring out treasured fine wine and some good dishes, and thanked Qin Yang.

Qin Yang didn't hold back, lifted the wine, and drank it in one gulp.

The wine entered his throat, a burst of aroma exploding across his palate, causing him to squint.

"Fine wine."

Qin Yang praised.

This single cup could grant ordinary people a lifespan of a hundred years and cure all chronic illnesses.

Things belonging to cultivators are extraordinary, even in today's resource‑scarce modern era.

"If you like it, that's enough; in a moment I'll have someone bring over a few cauldrons for you, fellow cultivator."

Liu Shuyun said.

"Then thank you."

Qin Yang expressed gratitude.

"Compared with my son's life, a few cauldrons of wine are nothing; if you stay here a few more days, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will gladly entertain you as a token of gratitude."

"You are being too courteous."

Qin Yang said with a smile.

Liu Shuyun asked about several matters, and Qin Yang answered, but there were many things he didn't know.

He knew little of the cultivation world, only some stronger sects and powerful figures, all of which Baiyun had told him.

After three rounds of wine, Wan Jian Cang suddenly entered.

Liu Shuyun's face changed dramatically; she glared at Wan Jian Cang and coldly said, "Wan Jian Cang, you dogged man, how dare you come in? Have I forgotten my words?"

Wan Jian Cang, with a mournful face, said, "Madam, I truly had no choice; I have an important matter concerning Qin, fellow cultivator."

"What matter?"

Liu Shuyun asked coldly.

If Wan Jian Cang doesn't give a proper reason, she certainly won't be satisfied.

However, if there truly is an important matter to tell Qin Yang, it wouldn't be unforgivable.

Qin Yang saved Wan Ren, a great debt to her.

Wan Jiancang frantically turned his thoughts, thought for a long time, then he said: "It's like this, listening to the disciples say our auction house has received some treasures, several of which are very beneficial for increasing cultivation; I want to ask Mr. Qin to select them, as thanks."

After Wan Jiancang finished speaking, he still felt somewhat worried, his eyes scanning his wife's complexion.

After all, this reason really isn't very good.

Fine, you take Qin Yang to pick things out, don't neglect Qin Yang.

Wan Jiancang immediately let out a breath of relief.

He hesitated a moment, then still asked: "If I find something good, can I send it over to you?"

Liu Shuyun coldly stared at Wan Jiancang, not saying a word.

Wan Jiancang gave an embarrassed smile, he lowered his head guiltily, then said to Qin Yang: "Mr. Qin, let's go take a look now."

Okay.

Qin Yang smiled.

He knew Wan Jiancang was just looking for an excuse to enter the Unique Beauty Pavilion; as for any heavenly treasures, they were merely an excuse.

Leaving the Unique Beauty Pavilion, Qin Yang bade farewell.

Since the matter had already been settled, there was no need to stay; he still wanted to return to Nan Cheng.

Rather than staying here to watch Wan Jiancang perform some love-hate drama.

"Qin Yang, I wasn't joking just now; there really is something good, one piece of which I can't even see through, its origin must be quite extraordinary."

Wan Jiancang said in a deep voice.

Qin Yang had thought the other party was just looking for an excuse, but he hadn't expected it to be true.

Seeing Wan Jiancang's serious expression, Qin Yang thought and said: "Alright, let's go take a look."

Please.

Wan Jiancang showed a smile.

He led the way ahead.

Qin Yang closely followed behind.

The two went down the mountain and entered the city.

This is an important city in the southeast coastal region, with winding scenery.

Qin Yang and Wan Jiancang arrived before a building.

The building is large and looks ancient.

When Wan Jiancang appeared, the guard immediately shouted: "Boss, good."

Wan Jiancang brought Qin Yang inside.

The guard was somewhat curious, not knowing the identity of that young man, yet able to let the boss personally accompany him.

You should know that even the city mayor lacks this qualification; wanting to see the boss requires an appointment, and sometimes you still can't meet him.

"Huh, there are many cultivators here."

Qin Yang said somewhat surprised.

Wan Jiancang nodded and said: "Not bad, my auction house auctions some cultivation supplies; we take a commission from the middle."

So that's how it is.

This is actually a good business of ten thousand profits.

Cultivators mostly aren't short of money; once they take a liking to something, they can definitely spend a thousand gold.

Just the commissions let the Ten Thousand Swords Sect earn a basin full of profit.

"That's pretty good; I don't even need to go look, I'll just wait downstairs for the auction, and if I see something I like, I'll go buy it."

Qin Yang said.

"How could that not work……"

Wan Jiancang laughed and cried at once.

He was intending to pick something to give to Qin Yang.

"Just do as I said."

Qin Yang said.

Seeing him serious, Wan Jiancang could only nod helplessly.

He had arranged a seat for Qin Yang, waiting for the auction to begin.

At this time, the cultivators here grew more and more.

Also someone recognized Qin Yang, instantly showing a surprised expression.

They hadn't expected that Qin Yang would also come to this auction house.

The cultivators present, looking at Qin Yang, their gazes filled with Jìngwèi and complexity, not daring to approach easily.

Qin Yang sat in the arranged seat, he interestingly observed everyone's expressions, very satisfied with their reactions.

Only by making them afraid through killing could he reduce his own troubles.