Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

"Please, a glass of wine, please."

Sitting in first class, He An was leisurely greeting the flight attendant who was wearing shiny black stockings, and couldn't help but sigh that upholding justice was still the fastest way to make money.

The wealth of just a collateral member of the Tang family in Songcheng and two hunter teams was enough to elevate He An into the multi-millionaire club.

Thank you so much, kind people!

Spring is almost here, and the wildflowers at the sacred spring will surely bloom even more profusely.

"Your wine, sir."

The flight attendant in black stockings bent down and handed the tray of wine to He An.

"Thanks."

He An thanked her, took the wine, and drank it by himself, completely ignoring the flight attendant in black stockings beside him who was looking at him with lustful eyes.

As soon as he got off the plane, He An rushed to the auction venue on the top floor of the Shanghai International Trade Center.

Auctions here are usually held only once a month, and today happens to be the day of the auction.

"Hello, I'm here to consign items for auction."

He An walked up to the reception desk at the auction venue, interrupting the happy time of the receptionists who were slacking off.

Generally, a pass is required to bid in such high-end venues, but not for the appraisal and consignment of auction items.

"Yes, sir, please follow me."

A girl in a white cheongsam stood up and strode with her long legs to lead He An to the appraisal hall.

He An glanced sideways at the nameplate on her chest.

Apprentice Appraiser, Dongfang Yun'er.

Upon arriving at the identification hall, He An handed the container containing the spirit seed to Dongfang Yun'er, gave her a few instructions, and then quietly watched her operate the spirit seed identification instrument.

A moment later, Dongfang Yun'er looked at the malfunctioning diagnostic instrument, lowered her head in shame, and said weakly:

"This... sir, I cannot identify this spirit seed."

He An: "?"

Dude, I thought you were really something after you spent so long operating that machine, and this is what you showed me?

"I... I'll have my master appraise it for you."

As Dongfang Yun'er spoke, she led He An to a door at the far end of the appraisal hall and knocked on it three times, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Knock knock knock".

After three knocks, an old man's roar resounded from inside the door, as if by reflex.

"Dongfang Yun'er!!!"

"If you don't have anything truly valuable for me to appraise this time, don't bother coming back next time!"

A short, elderly man with messy, unkempt hair and huge dark circles under his eyes opened the door and roared angrily.

It seems that this is not the first or second time that Miss Dongfang Yun'er has failed in her appraisal.

He An looked at the identity plaque hanging on the old man's chest with emotion and nodded to himself.

Chief Appraiser, Hua Feng.

This is good, this is reliable!

"Master, please appraise this again. I guarantee it's definitely a good item!"

Dongfang Yun'er handed the vessel to Hua Feng in a coquettish manner.

"What is this?" Hua Feng looked at the vessel containing the Swamp of Bewilderment in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly before widening: "A top-grade spirit seed with three times the power? And it even has two sub-attributes?!"

Hua Feng hurriedly ran to his identification instrument and put the spirit seed into it.

A few minutes later, the test results appeared on the monitor, and Hua Feng exclaimed in surprise.

"What?! Three sub-attributes? And the extremely rare Mind-type?!"

After completing the appraisal, Hua Feng led Huozhao back to the door of the appraisal room.

The old man, who had been furious, put on a kind and gentle face and greeted He An warmly.

"Hehehe, young friend. It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Please have a seat."

Then he turned to Dongfang Yun'er and angrily rebuked her:

"Yun'er, what are you standing there for? Pour tea for the guests!"

"May I ask how I should address you, young friend?"

Hua Feng asked with a smile.

Just call me Mo Fan.

Without batting an eye, He An gave the name of his good brother whom he had known for less than a month.

"Mo Fan, what a fine name! It means 'don't be ordinary,' and young friend is indeed extraordinary! To obtain such a spiritual seed at such a young age."

Hua Feng stroked his non-existent beard and praised.

"Master Hua Feng is also a world-class appraisal expert..."

Hearing Hua Feng's flattery, He An politely returned the compliment.

After exchanging compliments with Hua Feng for a while, Hua Feng waved his hand and added Huozhao to today's auction list, and gave He An a pass to participate in the auction.

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Just as He An was about to step into the auction hall, a heartfelt shout rang in his ears, sending shivers down his spine.

"Yun'er".

Upon hearing this voice, Dongfang Yun'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Bai Zhanfeng, what are you doing here again? I've already told you I don't like you!"

Dongfang Yun'er looked helpless; this person was like a leech that she couldn't shake off.

"If you're not with me, are you going to be with this pretty boy next to me?"

The man who came from behind gave He An a cold look and spoke sarcastically.

"I am Bai Zhanfeng, a leading figure among the younger generation of the Bai family, one of the four great families in Shanghai! What does this pretty boy have? Judging by his clothes, his entire fortune probably wouldn't even be enough for me to cultivate for a minute!"

"For your birthday, I sent you a house full of gifts; when you said you wanted something to eat in the middle of the night, I opened ten shops right downstairs from your apartment! Could that pretty boy do all that?"

Bai Zhanfeng opened his arms wide, proudly recounting his "heartwarming" act.

"Hello, Mr. White Cut Chicken. I have absolutely no relationship with this Miss Dongfang Yun'er. If you have anything to discuss, please do so later. I need to go and participate in the auction now."

He An interrupted this white-skinned chicken who could use 70 million cultivation resources per minute, while mentally complaining.

Why did such a cliché plot happen again?

After saying that, he gestured for Dongfang Yun'er to continue leading him to the auction hall.

"My name is Bai Zhanfeng!"

Bai Zhanfeng, his face ashen, stopped He An, veins bulging on his forehead. He was determined to teach this kid a lesson today.

The middle-aged man standing next to Bai Zhanfeng frowned, the three claw-shaped scars on his forehead adding to his menacing aura.

"Enough, Zhan Feng, aren't you ashamed?"

"Uncle Fei, he..."

Bai Zhanfeng attempted to explain himself.

"Shut up! What did I teach you before we came here?"

Bai Zhanfeng knew his uncle's temper very well, so he could only lower his head and remain silent.

At home, relying on his cultivation and magical talent, Bai Zhanfeng was a veritable devil. He even dared to use the family head's treasured top-grade tea leaves to water the flowers, but he was especially afraid of his uncle, Bai Xiaofei, who worked in the Western military.

"I am truly sorry. I have offended you both by failing to properly discipline my juniors."

The middle-aged man named Bai Xiaofei smiled and apologized to He An.

He An didn't say much, nodded in agreement, and then headed to the auction hall.

In the center of the auction hall stood a spirited middle-aged man with a resolute face and imposing presence.

He An sensed a familiar, powerful hunter mage aura emanating from him.

According to the auctioneer beside him, he is the father of the genius girl Leng Lingling, and the Cold Hunter King Qin Zhan, who has just won the title of the seventh generation Hunter King World Selection!