Chapter 247

Mu Tu flicked his sleeve, turned and left the private room.

Soon she issued a cold order to the stewards of the Twelve Heavenly Palace, demanding that Grey Master and all the warriors she had bought be taken away immediately.

Wu Tie and Jin Mancang followed out of the private room.

Only Feng Hua stood dazed in the private room, staring wide-eyed at Feng Ming.

The two private rooms were less than three meters apart, and Feng Ming's bloodshot eyes locked onto Feng Hua just as firmly.

He never imagined Feng Hua would dare defy him, especially since just moments ago Feng Hua had been obsequiously fawning over him—who would have thought this kid would suddenly act so boldly.

In front of all these people, to support Mu Tu and compete with his own brother!

Feng Ming felt his face burning hot, as if every gaze directed at him were a slap.

"Feng Hua, very good, very good…… wait, where did you get all that money?" Feng Ming suddenly realized.

Feng Hua was merely a branch of the Phoenix Clan; although his line had an ancestor who was an Elder of the Phoenix Clan, and Feng Hua was his most favored descendant, the resources at his disposal were enough for him to live extravagantly.

But to say Feng Hua could produce tens of millions of gold coins at once—

impossible.

Feng Ming also had to join forces with Long Xiang just to barely compete with Mu Tu to the end, only to be completely overwhelmed by Mu Tu's vast wealth.

They couldn't come up with that sum, let alone Feng Hua.

"What's it to you?" Feng Hua chuckled "hehe", lifted his chin arrogantly, gave a slight shake of his jaw: "In short, I, Feng Hua, refuse to remain forever beneath others. From now on, you all had better watch yourselves."

Another "hehe" laugh, Feng Hua bowed to all the guests in the hall and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, I, Feng Hua, greatly admire Miss Mu Tu…… so if I have offended anyone in any way, hehe!"

He lifted his chin, hands behind his back, strode out of the private room with head high and chest out, and everyone heard his repeated calls: "Miss Mu Tu, Mu Tu…… big sis, you didn't bring anyone out? That won't do—you can't be without someone to order around……"

Feng Ming's complexion turned extremely…… complicated.

Long Xiang looked at him coldly and said softly: "This Feng Hua has guts. Tsk, but you can't even rein in your own branch's younger brother, Feng Ming—I'm ashamed to be associated with you…… what qualifications do you have to compete with me?"

Shaking his head, Long Xiang turned and gave a placating look to Xuan Zhu.

Xuan Zhu narrowed his eyes, smiled faintly, gazing at the private room where Mu Tu had been: "This Miss Mu Tu is also quite interesting—being able to subdue Young Master Feng Hua shows she's got some skill."

"Ah, whether she likes it or not, I will certainly befriend a woman like her." Xuan Zhu laughed especially brightly: "Especially, she seems young yet has already reached the major threshold of the Life Pool realm…… such talent……"

"I naturally want to get to know her properly."

Xuan Zhu gave a "pfft" laugh, turned and walked toward the private room's exit: "Alright, gentlemen, don't be so angry…… that Grey Master is something I brought to auction; all the money is now in my hands—hee, what a good thing."

"Such an old piece of junk sold for that much money—hee, piled together it might as well be a mountain."

Xuan Zhu laughed very brightly.

Feng Ming's and Long Xiang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

Over twenty million gold coins, and Grey Master was actually something Xuan Zhu brought to auction?

Right, isn't that so? Grey Master belongs to Hua Guang, Hua Guang is of the Udumbara Clan, and Hua Yan and Hua Guang have always been at odds—who else but Hua Yan could have brought a Hua Guang person to the auction block?

And Xuan Zhu is, in fact, Hua Guang's…… 'adopted daughter'.

So beautiful and yet so rich—over twenty million gold coins is, for Feng Ming and Long Xiang, absolutely a huge sum, enough to equip a private army with astonishing combat power.

A powerful private army would greatly benefit their standing within the clan and increase their influence there.

If they could achieve both 'personnel and wealth', what a wonderful thing that would be!

Feng Ming and Long Xiang followed Xuan Zhu around as if bewitched, panting like two lackeys.

Inside the hall, suddenly came the curses of several decadent scions of great clans: "Two little dogs…… what a waste of that tender flesh. Hey, that glistening tender meat…… tsk!"

Leaving the private room, following the corridor around the huge auction hall, in a courtyard behind the main hall Wu Tie saw Grey Master.

A dozen or so strong-aura cultivators stood aside, while several shrewd-looking old men smiled and approached Mu Tu—these old men were the managers of the Twelve Heavenly Palace.

Even though they had spent their lives serving in the Twelve Heavenly Palace, attending to the most extravagant royals of the Great Peacock Dynasty and the most decadent scions of the Twelve Executor Clans, they were still shocked today.

Those elite warriors were nothing—worth only a few coins.

Grey Master fetching over twenty million gold coins is utterly unimaginable.

Just an ordinary gray wolf who knows a few characters and has read a few books—ten thousand gold coins is already a ridiculous overprice.

"Miss Mu Tu." The managers eagerly surrounded Mu Tu.

Mu Tu wasted no words; she flicked Wu Tie's bracelet, and a vast spray of gold light burst forth—large and small ingots, bars, and blocks flew out, clinking as they piled into a small mountain on the ground.

The managers' foreheads glowed with spiritual light as their soul fluctuations enveloped this little mound of gold.

They quickly assessed the purity of those ingots, bars, and blocks, calculated their weight from volume, then divided by the weight of a single Triple City gold coin.

Gold light shone everywhere; the bullion flowed like water for about a quarter hour, and the managers simultaneously smiled: "Enough—exactly right, not one too many, not one too few."

Mu Tu put away the bracelet and slowly nodded.

She pointed at Grey Master: "Grey Master, come with me…… the other slaves, send them to my manor; my people will handle the handover."

Grey Master sighed, blinked, hands behind his back, and walked to Mu Tu's side.

Wu Tie looked at Grey Master and grinned.

Grey Master remained as composed as ever, his every move unhurried, exuding a calm, dignified aura.

Mu Tu waved her left hand, and a stream of green light fell upon Grey Master.

With a "squeak" sound, a wisp of black vapor rose from Grey Master's head, condensing into a phantom of a washbasin‑sized black widow spider, its long legs sinking deep into his chest.

Mu Tu coldly regarded the managers: "The seal is broken…… he is now mine."

The Twelve Heavenly Palace managers stared at Grey Master in shock; a white‑haired elder said solemnly: "Miss Mu Tu, this isn't a seal we placed—Grey Master has no combat ability, so we Twelve Heavenly Palace had no need to put a seal on him."

"This seal must have been…… pre‑set by the one who sent him." The white‑haired elder bowed respectfully to Mu Tu.

Mu Tu's mouth twitched, and she gave a cold smile: "May I think you're trying to cheat me out of my money? You've lived too long, grown weary of life—if so, I can let your whole family serve the Great Peacock royals."

The elders' foreheads instantly broke out in cold sweat.

Another elder said solemnly: "Miss Mu Tu, this is definitely not us trying to cheat you…… Grey Master was sent by the head guard of the Hua Yan clan leader…… this matter……"

Xuan Zhu approached, smiling, with Feng Ming and Long Xiang in tow.

Her slender waist swayed like a water snake, and though she was still over ten meters away, her laughter had already reached: "Ah, Miss Mu Xu, is it for the restraint on Grey Master? Hee, he is of great importance, so I placed a restraint on him, for fear he would be taken away..."

Wu Tie closed their eyes, and after a while they opened them.

As Wu Tie had feared, Grey Master's body had indeed been tampered with by Xuan Zhu.

This is the main reason Wu Tie sought out Miss Mu Xu, to have her sell and buy Grey Master away.

This is Triple Linked City, this is the territory of the Twelve Executor Families; if Wu Tie personally bid for Grey Master, Wu Tie would not have much confidence in bringing Grey Master away safely.

Only by having Miss Mu Xu act, having influential figures within the Twelve Executor Families act, using the Twelve Executor Families' unspoken rules, can Grey Master's safety be guaranteed.

Thus, Wu Tie spared no expense in paying a huge sum of money.

Thus, Wu Tie did not hesitate to return the Great Serpent Yi to Miss Mu Xu.

However, Xuan Zhu's arrogance and recklessness still far exceeded Wu Tie's expectations. This woman was completely without restraint.

Xuan Zhu approached with a fragrant breeze, smiling as she stood before Miss Mu Xu.

Feng Ming and Long Xiang stood close on her left and right, as obedient as two lapdogs.

Behind them, several dozen meters away, a few decadent scions of the Twelve Executor Families, leading a large retinue, also peered from the gallery entrance, looking this way. Obviously, these decadent scions were unwilling to let the two dogs gobble up the tender, glowing meat all to themselves.

They also wanted to take a fierce bite of that tender meat.

Anyway, such jealousy dramas happen dozens of times a day in Triple Linked City; everyone is already used to it.

"Release the restraint." Miss Mu Xu looked expressionlessly at Xuan Zhu: "He is now mine."

Xuan Zhu smiled at Miss Mu Xu, strange light flickering in her eyes: "Releasing the restraint is possible, but Miss Mu Xu, could you answer my earlier little doubt—why do you want to buy him?"

Xuan Zhu laughed: "To be honest, he's not worth this price."

Miss Mu Xu took a deep breath, then slowly said: "Release the restraint—don't make me say it a third time."

Xuan Zhu narrowed her eyes, looking at Feng Hua standing to the side; two points of pink eerie light in her pupils suddenly blazed, she fixed her gaze on Feng Hua's eyes and said coldly: "Young Master Feng Hua, why are you giving her such a large sum? Where does your money come from? Where do you get the nerve to defy Young Master Feng Ming?"

Wu Tie reached back and felt the sword at their back.

Jin Mancang sighed.

Feng Hua was being controlled by Jin Mancang using the Soul Control Secret Technique; the two points of pink eerie light in Xuan Zhu's eyes were obviously a more profound, more domineering, more heretical soul-control art.

Jin Mancang faintly sensed wave after wave of terrifying soul impacts, like a tsunami, rushing toward Feng Hua's soul.

Once Feng Hua's Soul Control Secret Technique is broken, he only needs to shout, "I don't know these two people," and Jin Mancang and Wu Tie will be in huge trouble.

You should know, the current tense atmosphere in Triple Linked City is entirely caused by the two of them.

Those missing scions of the great clans are still being held in Jin Mancang's secret lair.

Jin Mancang gave a light cough.

Feng Hua's eyes suddenly turned completely red, and he screamed hysterically: "Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are to be better than me? Who do you think you are to be better than me in everything? From childhood, what gives you the right to have all the good things?"

While shouting, Feng Hua lunged at Feng Ming like a mad dog.

Feng Ming was also secretly controlled by Xuan Zhu's technique, his reaction much slower than usual. However, the Phoenix Guard behind Feng Ming reacted with extreme speed; a Phoenix Guard suddenly appeared before Feng Ming and struck Feng Hua's chest with a palm.

"Boom!"

Like a dry firewood stick, it was smeared with fire oil, then a spark landed on it.

Feng Hua's body instantly ignited from within and without, crimson-red, extraordinarily domineering flames spraying outward, the ground beneath his feet melted into a large patch, turning him into a human-shaped torch; Feng Hua stood there dazed for three breaths, then turned into a wisp of flying ash that drifted away.

Feng Ming shivered violently.

He roared at the Phoenix Guard: "Did you kill him?"

That Phoenix Guard stared blankly at their own right hand, saying nothing.

They hadn't used force; they merely wanted to repel Feng Hua, and hadn't employed any great divine ability.

But Feng Hua…

Thus, they were burned to ashes in public.

Jin Mancang looked at Feng Ming with a face full of fear, and at the Phoenix Guard before Feng Ming.

Wu Tie screamed shrilly: "Young Master Feng Hua, what a miserable death… fellow members of the Phoenix Clan, fighting under the same roof—why must we press each other so hard?"

Feng Ming instantly became confused.

Xuan Zhu also had a very brief moment, feeling quite at a loss.

Miss Mu Xu had already spoken coldly from the side: "This is the third time, and also the last—release the restraint on Grey Master."

Feng Ming screamed hysterically: "Shut up, Miss Mu Xu, it's just an old dog? What's the fuss? Is Feng Hua… is he… is he bewitched by you? How could he…?"

Wu Tie suddenly jumped up beside them, pointing at Xuan Zhu and shouting angrily: "Demon woman, is it your sorcery that harmed my family's Young Master Feng Hua?"

Xuan Zhu wore a grim face and remained silent.

Miss Mu Xu then stepped forward, narrowed their eyes coldly at Xuan Zhu: "It's the third time."

Xuan Zhu's smile vanished, they coldly stared at Miss Mu Xu and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, who sent you to buy that old dog? Who? Don't force me to act against you… you self-important mortal… you…"

Miss Mu Xu's right arm suddenly twitched.

With a huge "Bang!", Xuan Zhu spun upward, spewing mouthfuls of blood as they flew far away… far away.