Chapter 21: Your Grandfather Has Long Been Taken Care Of by Me

Twenty thousand...

What a terrifying number.

Even Yulinglong was stunned, frozen on the spot.

Countless onlookers looked up at the silent private room, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Twenty thousand.

A fortune many could only dream of, so casually spoken as a mere figure.

Xiao Quan Jia was drenched in cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably.

"Even the three great families have only a hundred thousand or so in assets. How could this kid control such wealth?"

"I don't believe it!"

At that, Xiao Quan Jia suddenly turned sharply to Yulinglong.

"Pavilion Master Yu, Mu Feng is just a worthless exile from the Mu family. How could he possibly produce twenty thousand silver coins?"

"This is fraud! He's deceiving the Treasure Pavilion!"

Those around nodded in agreement, whispering among themselves.

Twenty thousand—enough to buy out the entire Yellow Sand Town.

Mu Feng, a fallen young master, could never possess such wealth.

"Young Master Xiao, Mu Feng is a distinguished guest of our Treasure Pavilion. Please speak with some respect."

While others might not know Mu Feng’s true fortune, Yulinglong was fully aware.

Silver coins?

With Mu Feng possessing flawless elixirs, how could he lack such things?

"Pavilion Master Yu! I..."

"Calling you 'Young Master' is already granting you face. Don't think the Treasure Pavilion is a place for you to act recklessly!"

"Get out!"

Boom—

An unprecedented aura of oppression exploded forth.

The overwhelming presence pressed down so heavily that those on the first floor gasped for breath.

"Perfectly complete Spirit Realm? Impossible!"

Xiao Quan Jia stared incredulously at the slightly angry woman before him, unsure how to proceed.

"Young Master, we should leave now."

"I sense the presence of several Spirit Realm experts. Staying here could cause trouble."

The guard lowered his voice, signaling Xiao Quan Jia to retreat.

Though the Xiao family was strong, they dared not offend the Treasure Pavilion lightly, especially with only one Spirit Realm cultivator and being outnumbered.

Surrounded by disdainful and contemptuous glances, Xiao Quan Jia clenched his fists tightly.

"Fine! Let’s go!"

Gritting his teeth, he stood and left under many watchful eyes, casting a venomous glare toward Mu Feng’s private room as he departed.

With Xiao Quan Jia gone, Yulinglong finally smiled again.

Yet the crowd on the first floor no longer dared show greedy eagerness; their eyes were filled only with deep caution.

In this tense and somewhat cold atmosphere, the auction drew to a close.

Soon after, two items were brought before Mu Feng.

"Young Master Mu, these are the two items you won at this auction."

Yulinglong personally held a tray and approached Mu Feng.

After exchanging goods for money, Yulinglong looked at Mu Feng with some concern.

"Young Master Mu, although Xiao Quan Jia dares not act rashly inside the Treasure Pavilion, outside it might be another matter."

"Please be careful when you go out."

Mu Feng smiled lightly.

"Thank you for your reminder, Pavilion Master Yu. I will be cautious."

He naturally knew that Xiao Quan Jia had likely gathered his men outside, planning an ambush.

Still, Mu Feng paid it no mind.

"Let those fools wait outside."

After seeing Yulinglong off, Mu Feng happily gazed at the bloodstone.

He could hardly wait to activate the Blood Forging Technique to strengthen his body.

Hum—

Drawing his sword, he slashed down at the bloodstone.

A drop of essence blood appeared before Mu Feng’s eyes.

Using his spiritual power, he wrapped it carefully, examining it closely.

"So this is the blood of a spiritual beast?"

Feeling the astonishing vitality and the terrifying layers of spiritual energy vibrating within, Mu Feng couldn’t help but be amazed.

Just a single drop held such power.

If he could completely hunt down a spiritual beast and refine it with the Blood Forging Technique, how far could he advance?

"A mere first-grade spiritual beast’s essence blood. You look like you’ve never seen the world before."

The fairy muttered.

"First time seeing it, cut me some slack."

Mu Feng grinned and immediately clenched his right hand, swiftly absorbing the essence blood into his body.

Instantly, surging vitality roared inside him like a stampede of wild beasts, the immense power seeming to tear his flesh apart.

His face flushed deep red.

"What a terrifying power, no wonder it’s the blood of a spiritual beast!"

Frowning, Mu Feng sat cross-legged, silently circulating the Blood Forging Technique, ravenously devouring the power brought by the essence blood.

After a while, red patterns began to emerge on his body.

Those patterns emitted a faint glow, covering his form and radiating a fearsome power fluctuation.

That force roared wildly around, also releasing a sacred and solemn radiance.

Extremely strange.

"So those are the patterns. The brat’s body isn’t simple after all."

Seeing Mu Feng’s state, even the fairy was surprised.

Meanwhile, outside the Treasure Pavilion.

The once bustling street had emptied.

Dozens of black-clad figures lurked around the Pavilion’s perimeter, eyes fixed tightly on the main door, seemingly waiting for something.

"Young Master, maybe we should head back. We’ve been waiting for two hours."

"That kid probably won’t come out."

A guard looked at Xiao Quan Jia patiently.

"Keep waiting! Tonight, I will take that guy’s life!"

Bloodshot eyes blazing, Xiao Quan Jia was furious recalling how he had lost face inside the Treasure Pavilion.

He was the second prodigy of the Xiao family.

To lose face in a small place like Yellow Sand Town was unbearable!

"That brat must suspect a trap outside and decided to stay inside the Pavilion, waiting for the Eldest Elder’s arrival..."

"Silence!"

Enraged, Xiao Quan Jia cut off the guard’s words.

"Keep waiting! If he doesn’t come out tonight, wait until tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then the day after!"

"I refuse to believe he can hide inside the Treasure Pavilion forever!"

"Whether my grandfather comes or not is his business. But Mu Feng—I must kill him!"

At that moment, the Treasure Pavilion’s doors slowly opened.

A figure stepped out.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.