Chapter 273: Silk-Pulling Technique

The sky had just broken at dawn, the east turning a fish-belly white. Lianshan City was still shrouded in silence, with only the rhythmic sound of the watchman's drum echoing from afar.

After days of rushing about and fighting, the disciples of the Hong Sect Sword Hall finally had a moment to catch their breath. After eating and drinking their fill, they collapsed to the floor one after another, their snores rising and falling in succession.

Cheng Feng and Wei Zhuang stood side by side on the inn's corridor, their gazes fixed on the prefecture city that was gradually coming to life in the distance. A surge of indescribable emotion rose in their hearts: "This prefecture city is truly far superior to that tiny county town!"

Cheng Feng patted Wei Zhuang on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Heimu Prefecture is a place we will go to sooner or later. Its resources are enough to help you take another step forward on your path of cultivation.

As for the silver, you don't need to worry. Although our Hong Sect comes from a small county, we do have silver. Once we go to Heimu Prefecture City, as long as there are resources you can use, just spend the money to buy them. With your talent, I believe you will certainly be able to break through to the Organ Refining Realm."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhuang's gaze became even more resolute. He said in a deep voice, "I will not fail the mission. I will cherish this opportunity and give it my all." Though his voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable strength.

Seeing this, a gratified smile curled the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth. He continued, "Not having too much pressure is the most important thing.

My master told me that the path of cultivation is long and arduous; as long as we have light in our hearts, there will be a road beneath our feet.

On this trip to Heimu Prefecture, you will surely succeed. By then, the Hong Sect's foothold in Lianshan Prefecture City will be secured, and you, the name Wei Zhuang, should also resound throughout Lianshan Prefecture City."

Wei Zhuang nodded without saying more; his eyes already expressed everything.

He turned and gave a look to Situ Jian, Wei Yin, and the others behind him, and the group left the inn directly, walking toward the brightening sky.

Watching the firm strides of Wei Zhuang and the others, Cheng Feng yawned and went back to catch up on sleep.

Without the warmth of a woman in his arms, he was a bit unaccustomed to it.

The Sword Hall disciples were now in Cheng Feng's hands, and he didn't have much in the way of arrangements, just waiting for the Golden Breath Pavilion auction to start while eating and drinking.

As a powerful organization that sold intelligence, Cheng Feng was very curious about who was behind it.

But it was just curiosity; he wouldn't take any action.

The current Black Ear couldn't compare to them, and the Hong Sect had only been founded for nearly two years, but when it came to intelligence methods, there was no comparison between the two, which gave Cheng Feng an idea.

The Sword Hall disciples would just stay settled here; it was his own inn anyway, so it didn't matter how long they stayed.

During this time, he also drank a few rounds with his father-in-law, Meizhou, and chatted about the recent situation of his wife, Meiniang, being pregnant, which made his father-in-law feel very gratified.

He learned from his father-in-law that his sister-in-law, Meijiaoer, had also been brought to the prefecture city by his father-in-law and had joined a prefecture city Martial Arts Hall to practice martial arts.

During this time, he kept asking if Cheng Feng knew any people from wealthy families or high-ranking officials in the prefecture city. This made Cheng Feng's expression toward his father-in-law change slightly.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "What is my father-in-law planning? Is it really just for Meijiaoer's future? Or does he have other motives, wanting to cling to the powerful and wealthy?"

However, Cheng Feng did not show his misgivings, choosing silence instead. Regardless, his father-in-law was his sister-in-law's father, and some things were not convenient to question directly.

Thus, he simply responded with a few words and then stopped mentioning the matter.

Under normal circumstances, a woman like Meijiaoer, born into a merchant family that ran a tavern, would at most be an Equal Wife after marrying into a wealthy family. If the man's family background were even more prominent, she might only be able to become a Concubine.

His father-in-law seemed not to care about this; he was single-mindedly focused on marrying Meijiaoer into a wealthy family, even sparing no cost to seek out opportunities.

Although Cheng Feng was dissatisfied with this behavior, he was helpless. After all, everyone had their own thoughts and pursuits, and as a father, his father-in-law naturally hoped his daughter could live a better life.

Yet Cheng Feng did not think his father-in-law's idea was good. This was not the world of free marriage from his past life where one could divorce as they pleased; the initiative was always in the hands of the strong. Dare to resist and see what happens?

Believe it or not, if you were killed in broad daylight, no one would even help you speak up?

Ever since he stepped down from his position in the Hong Sect, his father-in-law had slowly stopped the flattery and fawning he used to show.

Cheng Feng didn't care; he was living a simple life with his wife and children, and he would deal with the sister-in-law's situation if something happened.

He wasn't so bored that he had to manage everything; it wasn't worth it.

The Alchemy of the Spirit Square Path, the overall development of the Hong Sect, and the Martial Dao cultivation and intelligence information that Cheng Feng valued most—

these things were all linked to Cheng Feng's development.

Now that he had a wife, children, and money, he also had to think about what his children would do when they grew up.

Since his rebirth, he wasn't a "rich second generation," but being the father of a rich second generation was always fine; his children's future was also within Cheng Feng's considerations.

Soon, the time for the Golden Breath Pavilion auction arrived.

Outside the Golden Breath Pavilion, the lanterns were lit, the voices were boisterous, and the scene was exceptionally lively. Tonight, a grand auction would be held here, attracting Martial Artists and wealthy merchants from all directions.

Cheng Feng appeared in front of the Golden Breath Pavilion's door right on time with several carefully selected disciples, his eyes flashing with anticipation and excitement.

For Cheng Feng, the only goal at tonight's auction was the "Silk-Pulling Technique."

This was a rare technique that assisted the Bone Refining Realm. Its value lay not only in its ability to greatly increase cultivation speed but also in its universality and heritage.

In Cheng Feng's view, while medicinal pills were good, they ultimately had quantity limits, whereas once a technique was mastered, it could benefit an entire family or faction; its importance was self-evident.

As the auction began, Cheng Feng and his group quickly found seats.

The private rooms were reserved for people with status and standing; Cheng Feng and his group had no fame and had to sit in the main hall.

As one item after another appeared on the auction stage, Cheng Feng's heart remained as still as an ancient well.

The one thing he was most concerned about was the "Silk-Pulling Technique" that had yet to appear.

Cheng Feng prayed silently, hoping the competition wouldn't be too fierce.

As the auction progressed toward its climax, although Cheng Feng and his group were seated, their minds were hard to calm.

A stalk of medicinal herb, five thousand taels;

a medicinal prescription, thirty thousand taels.

Precious swords, precious sabers, secret manuals, and secret arts were all supplies needed by Martial Artists, and they were outrageously expensive, with every single item starting at five thousand taels.

Some things Cheng Feng recognized, and some he didn't, but he could still feel they were of great value.

Cheng Feng had originally brought one hundred thousand taels in his Space Ring, but he had already given Wei Zhuang thirty thousand taels for expenses, leaving seventy thousand taels.

Yet the way the wealthy clans and merchants of the prefecture city spent money like water really made Cheng Feng feel like he hadn't seen the world. One by one, they were prepared early, frantically bidding and fighting.

The Hong Sect disciples Cheng Feng brought were even more astonished; this was the paradise of the rich.

Instead, Cheng Feng was afraid of what to do if his money wasn't enough; everyone knew the finale was always the most expensive!