Chapter 107: Mysterious Aura?

Ye Xiaoyue, when Ma Jian yanked her over, was still in a daze.

"Jiang... Mr. Jiang, I was wrong!"

Ye Xiaoyue couldn't even mind the pain in her knee; her body trembled like a sieve.

"Before, I was blind, my father and your Master Xuan Yuan Zhenren are old friends! Please spare me this time!"

At this moment, the only thing Ye Xiaoyue could rely on was the little connection she had with Ye Zhonghai and Jiang Feng.

She knew she had offended Jiang Feng too many times; without mentioning her father, she couldn't get through today.

Jiang Feng just stared at her coldly, his eyes showing no ripple, as if looking at an insignificant stranger.

Li Lao, impatiently watching from the side, took a step forward, a faint Grandmaster aura emanating from him.

"Mr. Jiang, if you still can't swallow this, you don't need to act. I'll have people break these people's limbs, throw them out of Yitian Pavilion, the petty Ma Family, still not daring to demand an explanation from Yitian Pavilion."

"Mr. Jiang! I really was wrong! I kowtow to you!"

Ye Xiaoyue, Collapsing completely, also couldn't mind dignity, and began kowtowing to Jiang Feng.

After only a few bows, her forehead turned red, Tears and snot mixed with dust clinging to her face.

She looked both comical and pitiful, a far cry from the previously delicate‑made‑up, arrogant Ye Family miss.

"Mr. Jiang, spare me... I won't dare again..."

Ye Xiaoyue's voice grew softer, the redness on her forehead becoming more obvious.

But she dared not stop, fearing a single word from Jiang Feng would have her lose her hands and feet.

Ma Jian, seeing Ye Xiaoyue's miserable state, felt even more panic.

He shifted forward, his tone full of humility.

"Mr. Jiang, it's all my fault! I failed to recognize Mount Tai, please forgive me, I am willing to pay any price!"

What he feared most now was Jiang Feng holding a grudge.

If Yitian Pavilion truly intervened, even with a Fifth Grade Grandmaster, the Ma Family couldn't withstand Yitian Pavilion's resource onslaught.

Jiang Feng's gaze finally settled on Ma Jian, his tone flat with no ripple.

"What do you think, how much is your life worth?"

Ma Jian was stunned for a moment, then quickly spoke.

"I... I can give you one hundred million! No, two hundred million! As long as you forgive me, I'll have my family transfer the money right now!"

"Two hundred million?"

Li Lao sneered beside him, his tone full of mockery.

"Young Master Ma, you look down on Mr. Jiang far too much. Still, you trash, though worthless, are the third son of the Ma Family, so... five hundred million, compensate Mr. Jiang five hundred million, and this matter is settled."

Li Lao also saw that Jiang Feng wasn't keen on quibbling with these two minor characters.

So he took it upon himself to set the price.

Meanwhile Jiang Feng remained expressionless, and Li Lao knew this was Jiang Feng's tacit approval.

Ma Jian felt as if granted a great pardon.

"Five hundred million! Mr. Jiang, I give you five hundred million! Transfer now! I'll have my family move the money immediately!"

He pulled out his phone, dialed, then screamed into it.

"Quick! Transfer five hundred million to my account Immediately! Right now! If you're a second late, I'll cut you off!"

In no time, Ma Jian's phone received a transfer‑success notification.

He then hurriedly acted, sending the money to Jiang Feng's account.

"Mr. Jiang, look, five hundred million has already been transferred! If you're still unsatisfied, I'll have my family add more!"

Jiang Feng glanced at his phone screen, said lightly, "I've taken the money, the previous matter is settled. But Remembrance, don't appear before me again, or next time it won't be solvable with five hundred million."

"Yes, yes, yes! I remember! I'm leaving right now!"

Ma Jian, feeling pardoned, quickly got up, ignoring Ye Xiaoyue, and bolted toward the exit.

He now only wanted to leave this suffocating place as fast as possible.

When Jian Tui Zhi left, he clasped his fists to Jiang Feng, his voice full of despondence.

"Mr. Jiang, Old brother has offended you many times before! Please do not blame me, since Ma Jian produced five hundred million... Old brother offers this Xuan Tie Sword as compensation for you."

His back was much more hunched than before, the Grandmaster's arrogance completely gone.

A Xuan Tie Sword, though not matching Ma Jian's five hundred million, was the greatest sincerity Jian Tui Zhi could present.

With Li Lao also beside him, Jiang Feng was too lazy to say more, and waved his hand.

Only then did Jian Tui Zhi despondently withdraw.

After Ma Jian and the others left, Li Lao's face, Recovery, again displayed a warm smile, and he made a beckoning gesture toward Jiang Feng.

"Mr. Jiang, the Auction Hall is about to start, shall we go to the VIP Private Room upstairs? The view there is best, and we can see the auction items up close; your Bone‑Tempering Pill will also be prominently recommended at the auction."

Jiang Feng nodded, and followed Li Lao upstairs.

The second‑floor VIP Private Rooms were all separate, with delicate wooden plaques at the doors.

The Corridor was carpeted with thick rugs, making no sound underfoot.

Li Lao led Jiang Feng toward the innermost Tian Zi Yi Hao.

Passing the Tian Zi San Hao room, Jiang Feng's steps suddenly halted.

Because he sensed an extremely faint yet unusually familiar aura.

The aura was light, but carried a force that instantly calmed the Kun Long within his body.

Previously, the Kun Long would become restless whenever encountering a Grandmaster's aura.

But now, after sensing this aura, the Kun Long not only stayed calm, but seemed suppressed, showing not even a ripple!

Jiang Feng's gaze instantly sharpened, his steps stopped at the Tian Zi San Hao door, his eyes fixed on the tightly shut wooden door, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Li Lao, may I ask who is in this private room?"

Jiang Feng once heard his master Xuan Yuan Zhenren say that to completely resolve the Kun Long inside the body.

Unless his cultivation can reach the level of Void Breach.

Otherwise, it must rely on people with more special constitutions.

Jiang Feng Doubt that, at this moment, there is such a person Inside the private room.

Li Lao was startled, thought briefly, and Immediately replied.

"Mr. Jiang, I am truly sorry. Inside is a distinguished guest sent from our Yitian Pavilion Headquarters; I do not know the exact identity, only that the Pavilion Master personally instructed that they be well entertained."

He paused, then added.

"This distinguished guest arrived just this morning, has stayed in the private room without coming out, and has not intended to auction any items; it seems they are just here to look around. So, do you know this distinguished guest?"

Jiang Feng shook his head, but his gaze still lingered on the private room door.

After a long while, he finally spoke slowly: "Li Lao, please trouble yourself to investigate the identity of the person Inside; if you can find it, I… will spare no expense."

Having said that, Jiang Feng then stepped forward and walked Inside.

And at this moment, in that private room.

A figure dressed in a moon‑white long robe sat by the Window, idly twirling a Jade Ring in hand.

Her gaze slipped through the door crack onto Jiang Feng, the corner of her mouth lifting a hint of profound Laughter, and she murmured to herself.

"Interesting, you actually can sense my aura… This Jiang Feng is far more interesting than I expected."

Soon after Jiang Feng took his seat, a pleasant voice resonated from downstairs.

"Welcome everyone to tonight's Auction Hall; now we announce, the Auction Hall, officially begins!"