My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

The entire audience: "..."

Having lived most of their lives and attended countless auctions, this was the first time they had ever seen someone exchange half a sausage for a thousand-year-old ice lotus on Youge's territory.

This is more than just a slap in the face to Youge.

This involved repeatedly rubbing Youge's face on the ground, and finally stomping on it twice and spitting out a mouthful of phlegm that had been sitting on it overnight!

"You bastard!"

The master of the pavilion in the private room was furious.

He suddenly stood up, kicked open the wooden door of the private room, and as soon as he stepped out, his black robe billowed and fluttered due to the spiritual energy emanating from his body.

Each of the silver-masked masters and servants leaped from the second floor.

The powerful internal force gathered in his palm, accompanied by a hissing sound, struck Ye Xunhuan's crown.

If this palm strike lands squarely, even a rock would be pulverized.

"Dare to play tricks on Youge? I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

A strong gust of wind swept across their faces, and the crowd below the stage shrank back in fright, afraid of being injured by the aftershocks of the palm strike.

This is the master of Youge Pavilion! This kid is doomed!

Ye Xunhuan stood still, without even trying to dodge.

Just as the palm strike was about to hit his head, he slightly tilted his head, casually raised his left hand, and easily caught the other person's palm.

"this one?"

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, his tone full of disdain.

"Haven't you eaten? Or are you spending all your time in brothels, wearing your kidneys out, drained by alcohol and sex, leaving you weak and powerless?"

The Silver-Masked Pavilion Master's pupils suddenly contracted!

He felt as if his palms were being clamped by a thousand-year-old black iron clamp, and no matter how much he channeled his inner strength, he couldn't pull them back.

An extremely domineering aura surged into his meridians through his palm, causing him excruciating pain that made his internal organs churn.

"Who...who exactly are you?!" he roared through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Ye Xunhuan did not answer.

He chuckled softly and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound rang out as the Pavilion Master's right wrist was twisted into an unnatural angle.

Before the scream could even escape his lips, Ye Xunhuan had already grabbed his collar with his other hand, and with a flick of his wrist, slammed him hard onto the marble floor of the auction stage.

"boom!"

The entire auction stage trembled, and the crystal ornaments on the stage shattered.

The Pavilion Master of Youge spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his black robe red.

Before he could even get up, Ye Xunhuan had already stepped on his chest.

The force didn't seem heavy, but it felt like a mountain pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe. His ribs creaked as if they were about to break at any moment.

"This counts as the second move, I suppose." Ye Xunhuan counted slowly, as if he were teasing a stray dog ​​on the street.

"There's one more trick up your sleeve. Hang in there, don't give up so quickly."

As he spoke, he slightly exerted force with his toes, and his internal energy poured down from the soles of his feet.

"puff--"

The Pavilion Master of Youge spat out another mouthful of blood, feeling as if his meridians were breaking inch by inch, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his dantian.

His internal strength, which he had painstakingly cultivated for thirty years, was completely dissipated by this one kick!

The master of Youge Pavilion has had his martial arts completely crippled!

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Three tricks.

There really are only three moves.

The Youge Pavilion Master, who was unapproachable and like a god in the eyes of everyone, was crippled and unable to move after being trampled underfoot in just three moves.

Just who is this young man?!

Ye Xunhuan bent down, reached out and grabbed the silver mask on his face, applying slight pressure with his fingertips.

"Rip—"

The exquisite silver mask shattered with a snap, revealing a face with a pointed snout and monkey-like cheeks.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

"Oh, so you're not the one in question?"

Ye Xunhuan pursed his lips, looking disappointed, and casually tossed the broken mask aside.

"Turns out it was a fake. All that serious effort was for nothing."

"How dare you wear a mask to scare people looking like that? You look like an underdeveloped potato, so ugly. Didn't you even look in the mirror before coming out?"

He didn't muffle his voice; it carried clearly throughout the entire hall.

The audience looked at each other in disbelief, their hearts filled with turmoil.

It was a body double!

Even if he is a stand-in, he is still a high-ranking member of Youge, and his martial arts skills are among the best in the Jiangnan region!

As a result, he was crippled in three moves and even had his face stomped on in public?

Just how terrifying is this young man's strength?

The auction house owner, Mr. Zhang, was so frightened that he scrambled to the auction stage.

With a "thud," she fell to her knees, her forehead hitting the floor with a loud thud, her voice trembling with tears.

"Senior, please spare us! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness! It was the people from Youge who forced us into this! I know I was wrong! Please, senior, show mercy!"

He was genuinely scared.

Someone who can cripple the Ghost Pavilion Master's substitute in three moves could crush him more easily than an ant.

Ye Xunhuan ignored him, stepped on the substitute's face, and slowly took out another orange-flavored lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

The sweet, tangy orange flavor spread in his mouth, and his cheeks puffed out as if nothing was wrong, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

Wherever that gaze swept, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads, shrank their necks, and didn't dare to even breathe.

Wang Hao, who had been the most sarcastic before, was trembling like a leaf, pressed tightly against the back of his chair, wishing he could shrink into a ball.

He remembered spitting out of his mouth and yelling that he would throw the person out. His legs started to cramp, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, kneeling even more properly than Boss Zhang.

And the pot-bellied jeweler, and those young masters from wealthy families who had joined in the commotion and slammed their fists on the table, all collapsed to the ground one after another, their faces pale, terrified that Ye Xunhuan's gaze would fall upon them.

They were just mocking him for being a country bumpkin, a gigolo who lives off women, for needing a woman to buy him even a sausage, and for putting on a show of wealth.

But now?

They can easily kill the assassins of Youge, cripple the Pavilion Master in three moves, and exchange half a sausage for a thousand-year-old ice lotus, showing no respect whatsoever to Youge.

This is no poor kid! This is a top-tier master who lives in seclusion, pretending to be weak while actually thwarting his own strength!

"Who just said I was a kept man?"

Ye Xunhuan chewed on a lollipop, his voice muffled yet carrying a chilling undertone.

"Who said I knocked my wife unconscious and tried to take advantage of her?"

"And who said we should keep her here and 'take good care of her'?"

He pressed down slightly with his foot, and the Pavilion Master of Youge let out a painful groan as his face was pressed against the ground, as if only two skins remained.

"I have a small flaw."

Ye Xunhuan smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, looking completely harmless.

"I have a bad memory, I can never remember people's names, and I often call them by the wrong names."

"But I remember every single one of them—who has ever insulted my wife, who has ever made a move on her."

"Don't rush, let's calculate slowly."

"You can bully me, Ye Xunhuan, however you want. At worst, I'll just stretch my muscles with you."

He paused, and a surge of ferocity flashed in his eyes, making the temperature in the entire room seem to drop several degrees.

"But, you're bullying my wife—"

"no."

Two simple words, yet they carry an undeniable air of ruthlessness.

The audience was terrified; no one dared to doubt the truth of these words.

The five corpses lying on the ground, and the fact that the face of the Pavilion Master of Youge had been trampled into two layers of skin, were the best proof.

Wang Hao collapsed to the ground, nearly urinating from fright.

He opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy, but found his throat tight and he couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out on the outskirts of the crowd.

A clear, cool female voice pierced through the noise and came in distinctly:

"Make way, make way."

The crowd instinctively stepped aside, automatically creating a path.

A beautiful woman dressed in a moon-white long dress walked in quickly.

She was stunningly beautiful, with a cool and aloof demeanor, yet her brows betrayed a hint of barely concealed anxiety.

When Ye Xunhuan saw her, he was stunned for a moment, forgetting to chew the lollipop in his mouth.

"Second...Second Senior Sister?" Then he excitedly flew to Shen Monong and hugged her tightly, his handsome face with its distinct features rubbing back and forth against his second senior sister's chest...

Shen Monong rolled her eyes at him, then glanced at the people scattered on the ground and the messy table. Her brows furrowed even more, and her tone became somewhat urgent:

"Hey, stop rubbing against me, Xunhuan."

"Master, she was ambushed on the mountain and is seriously injured. She has gone into seclusion."

These words struck Ye Xunhuan like a thunderbolt.

The nonchalant, opportunistic look on his face, as if he wanted to take advantage of his second senior sister, vanished instantly.

The fingers holding the lollipop tightened suddenly.