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His gaze swept over the enraged group of Dongfang family members downstairs, and the smile on his lips deepened:

"Since they like to cause trouble so much, let them cause trouble to their heart's content."

"Besides, this is the Immortal Inquiry Pavilion! Let's give Xing Luoyao some face."

Ye Junlin picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and continued:

"We've come all this way to have a meal at Wenxianlou, why ruin our enjoyment over these rubbish?"

"Since they dared to provoke us, they should be prepared to pay the price."

"As long as they are still in Qingzhou City, there is plenty of time to deal with them. There's no need to rush."

"Alright, everyone sit down and continue eating and drinking!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang nodded slightly: "What Your Majesty says is absolutely right."

He understood Ye Junlin's thoughts. The Dongfang family was merely a powerful family within the Great Qian Dynasty, and in the eyes of Yongye Tian, ​​they were no different from ants.

Making a move here at the Wenxian Tower would be beneath us. It would be better to let them cause some trouble first, and then settle the score slowly after the auction.

Di Yun and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance, then put down their wine cups and continued eating the delicacies on the table.

Since the monarch has spoken, they are naturally happy to watch the show.

In another private room on the top floor, a slender figure was standing by the railing.

Xing Luoyao wore a light purple dress, her black hair flowed like a waterfall, and her beauty was unparalleled.

She held a cup of tea in her hand, her gaze passing through the window to the private room where Ye Junlin and the others were, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

She had heard everything that was happening downstairs just now.

The Dongfang family is truly courting death, daring to provoke Ye Junlin and his group.

Xing Luoyao took a sip of tea, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"It seems that Xiyu Tower is giving me face and won't make a move in my Wenxian Tower."

"Heh! The Dongfang family probably doesn't even know what kind of ruthless people they've messed with."

"Fifth Sister," a man walked in slowly and asked Xing Luoyao.

This person was none other than Xing Xuanfeng, the fourth master of the Star Pavilion.

"The Dongfang family dares to cause trouble here. Should I step in and wipe them out?"

Xing Luoyao shook her head, put down her teacup, and said softly with a hint of regret, "No need."

"Xiyu Tower will handle this matter itself." She chuckled lightly, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Let's not get involved, lest we spoil the fun of those people from Xiyu Tower."

She knew perfectly well that Yuan Tiangang, who was standing next to Ye Junlin, was a top talent in the Celestial Realm, and dealing with Dongfang Wen would be a piece of cake for him.

Moreover, she always believed that the strength of Xiyu Tower was unfathomable, and that the Dongfang family's meager resources were probably not even enough to fill their teeth.

Upon hearing this, Xing Xuanfeng chuckled and said:

"That won't do! If we don't teach these troublemakers a lesson, won't anyone be able to come and throw a tantrum?"

"Oh, Fourth Brother, please listen to me this once!"

"Look, our Linglong Chamber of Commerce's auction is about to begin. Let's let them off the hook for now."

"Just you wait and see, these people won't be able to keep up this for long."

"Furthermore, the glass fruit we've put up at this auction is bound to attract the covetous eyes of many powerful forces."

"Since you've come along, let's work together to ensure proper defense."

Upon hearing this, Xing Xuanfeng could only gaze at Xing Luoyao with adoration and say:

"Fine! I'll do whatever you say!"

"I have come here for two reasons: first, to visit you, and second, to assist you."

At this moment, in the lobby downstairs, Dongfang Wen's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

His anger and fear were intertwined, making him want to turn around and leave immediately, but he was also constrained by the reputation of the Dongfang family, leaving him in a dilemma.

Seeing their predicament, the shopkeeper's sneer grew even more pronounced:

"Third Master Dongfang, if there is nothing else, please leave."

"I asked Xianlou if they have business to do and don't have time to waste here with you."

Dongfang Wen took a deep breath, stared intently at the shopkeeper, and glanced upstairs, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!

"Let's go!"

Dongfang Wen gritted his teeth, left those words, and turned to walk out the door.

Although Li Xuanfeng was unwilling at this moment, he dared not be arrogant anymore.

He stomped his foot angrily and followed Dongfang Wen out.

Seeing this, a group of guards quickly followed.

Only after the Dongfang family had completely left did a burst of laughter erupt in the main hall of Wenxianlou.

"Hahaha! The Dongfang family has really bitten off more than they can chew!"

"The shopkeeper is right! The Dongfang family is truly not up to the task of competing with Wenxianlou!"

"I wonder just who that white-robed young master who killed Dongfang Hao is!"

Dongfang Wen flung his sleeves and stepped out of the Wenxian Tower, his chest still churning with pent-up frustration.

He glanced sideways at Li Xuanfeng, who was still indignant behind him, and said coldly:

"Old Li, immediately send a message back to the manor and report the situation here truthfully to my elder brother."

"We'll participate in the auction first, and then look for an opportunity to settle accounts later."

"Yes, Third Master."

Li Xuanfeng bowed and accepted.

The group quickly disappeared into the street outside Wenxian Tower, leaving only the still-unresolved discussions inside the tower.

next day

It was just dawn.

The Linglong Chamber of Commerce auction house in the center of Qingzhou City was packed with people.

This auction venue, which took three years to build, is truly the most spectacular sight in Qingzhou.

—The entire structure is built with thousand-year-old sandalwood as its frame, covered with blue bricks and gray tiles, and dozens of glazed palace lanterns hanging under the upturned eaves, reflecting colorful light in the morning.

The exterior walls are carved with intricate cloud patterns and auspicious bird designs. Every carved beam and painted rafter conceals a formation, displaying both ancient solemnity and imposing power.

There are nine floors in total, with private rooms designated as Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow on the sixth floor and above! However, seating in each private room must be arranged according to power and influence.

The central axis runs through the front hall, middle hall, and rear hall, and the symmetrical layout fully demonstrates Chinese aesthetics.

The bluestone floor was so shiny it reflected the light, and the wooden lattice ceiling cast a soft glow, making the entire auction hall elegant and grand.

On either side of the main entrance to the auction house, two guards clad in black iron armor stood solemnly like door gods.

His aura of Nirvana Realm was undisguised, and his imposing presence caused the noisy crowd to subconsciously lower their voices.

Their eyes were sharp as eagles, sweeping over every cultivator who came. Those with poor cultivation or ulterior motives were blocked by an invisible aura before they even reached the door.

At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a brocade robe, slowly walked out of the main entrance—it was none other than "Old Wei," the auction house manager.

Old Wei's voice was loud and clear, penetrating the crowd:

"Fellow Daoists, the Linglong Chamber of Commerce Auction is about to begin!"

"Those with invitations, please follow the attendant through the VIP entrance. Those without invitations, please queue in order and refrain from causing any disturbance!"

As Elder Wei finished speaking, one distinguished guest after another arrived.

When they produced the invitations, inside the auction house,

One by one, fair-skinned and beautiful maids dressed in cheongsams came and welcomed the distinguished guests inside.

These maids are all carefully selected, with top-notch looks and figures, and they also know all kinds of etiquette, so they can meet all the requirements of VIPs.

At this moment, a man wearing a dark robe with gold trim, with a sinister face, and followed by four black-clad guards, slowly approached.

Wherever it passed, the crowd automatically parted. The cultivators quickly made way for it.

Old Master Wei quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile:

"Distinguished guests from the Xuanming Sect, your presence is an honor to our humble abode. Please come in!"

Yao Xing nodded slightly and stepped into the passage without looking to the side.

Following closely behind was Xiao Yan, the Right Chancellor of the Great Qian Dynasty. He wore a scarlet official robe and a jade belt, exuding an air of authority due to his long-standing position.

As various factions arrived, they entered different floors according to their respective faction divisions.

Ye Junlin then slowly walked over with Di Yun and Linghu Chong.