Chương 217: The Auction

The Black Market, the auction.

"10, 000 taels." Hearing the bid ring out from beside them, the others sharing booth number 3 were all startled.

"The friend at booth number 3 bids 10, 000! Does anyone offer more?" Seeing the two little girls fetch a price breaking the ten-thousand mark, Hungry Ghost grinned from ear to ear and shouted loudly.

"11, 000! This old man has taken a liking to these two girls." At this moment, a shrill voice echoed out. It was an old man sitting at a table not far away. Looking at the cold, sinister aura radiating from his body, it was naturally a First-Tier expert. Meeting this guy's threatening gaze, Master Song looked displeased. What are you glaring at? Can't you see I have the Azure Dragon on my left, the White Tiger on my right, and two First-Tier thugs sitting beside me?

Young Master Song equally snorted coldly and arrogantly:"Hmph, 15, 000. This Young Master has set his mind on these items." His tone was domineering and brooked no question, no different from the young masters of prestigious, arrogant families. Furthermore, looking at the tough group of individuals sitting beside Old Master Song, the others immediately backed down. Hungry Ghost asked a few more times. After no one else raised the price, he joyfully announced the result.

Song Que didn't need to immediately go pay and collect the goods. After all, they were in the Black Market's territory; the organizers weren't worried you would dare to back out of a deal. Settling the bill when leaving was perfectly fine. Waiting until everyone's attention returned to the stage, the Blood-Robed Venerable finally asked in a displeased, deep voice:"Impermanence, what are you trying to do?" He had called this kid here today to do a job.

How could this be the time for him to seek pleasure among women and delay their grand plans? Naturally, Old Master Song didn't dare to argue back at this moment. He only smiled sleazily:"Please understand, Venerable, I just happen to have a taste for this. I bought these twins to celebrate our victory tonight. It won't delay us for long, please rest assured. This humble one still clearly distinguishes which matters are heavy and which are light." Hearing him say this, the atmosphere around them turned bizarre.

The other five couldn't help but shift their gazes, focusing on a certain sensitive area of this guy's body. He has such a huge frame, yet the 'root' is so small. You truly can't judge a book by its cover! The group involuntarily felt a sense of pride in their hearts. Especially Nine Nethers; this old thief puffed out his chest until it was perfectly straight.

Suddenly, his attitude towards Master Song became much more genial, and he rarely spoke up to plead for him:"Hehe, since Impermanence likes it, letting him indulge this once doesn't matter. Besides, if we just sit here without making any moves, it might draw people's pointing fingers." Hearing this, Blood-Robed also felt it made sense.

"Brother Nine Nethers thinks thoroughly." Consequently, looking at Old Master Song, he remembered that Weng Hong had previously said this kid stayed away from women, making them think he was wholeheartedly pursuing the martial Dao. So this was the reason. But that was fine too. A person with lustful desires was easier to control, wasn't he? It was just unexpected; with such a massive frame... sigh... Staring intently at Song Que for a moment, Old Blood actually felt a rare trace of sympathy.

"Alright, later on, you are permitted to leave early to handle your private matters. It shouldn't take too much time, right?"

"Rest assured, Venerable! One quarter of an hour is more than enough." Not expecting this guy to be so accommodating, Old Master Song nodded gleefully. The group around them fell silent in unison. All the words in their hearts eventually turned into a single sigh. Fortunately, Song Que didn't know mind-reading. Otherwise, he absolutely wouldn't have been able to stop himself from flipping the table and beating people up today.

Unaware of what these guys were thinking, he excitedly went back to watching the various items on the high stage, his hands itching endlessly......

"A Famed Saber, 'Autumn Shadow', starting bid 30, 000 taels." Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Master Song: Gulp... But most of these goods probably had issues. Must endure.......

"A manual for the Whirlwind Kick technique, starting bid 35, 000 taels." Master Song:........... A moment later, an item was auctioned on stage that truly moved his heart.

"Everyone, this item is in dire need by all martial artists. Brought back from Cloud Dream Island, a thousand-year-old Blood Spirit Mushroom. It solidifies the foundation, nurtures the origin, and strengthens vitality—it excels in every aspect. After this, who knows if there will ever be another chance in this lifetime! The starting bid is 60, 000 taels of silver. Begin bidding!"

"62, 000."

"65, 000."...

"75, 000." Hearing the price steadily climbing, and feeling all the First-Tier experts in the hall taking turns erupting with their oppressive auras—even Venerable Nine Nethers beside him was no exception—Song Que finally gritted his teeth and gave up. In truth, he might not even have enough money on him today to win this item. Moreover, even if he bought it, there was a 90% chance he wouldn't live to use it.

Not to mention anyone else, as long as he dared to buy it, he guaranteed the two old thieves beside him would absolutely not show any mercy. What a pity! Old Master Song's heart ached terribly.

"Impermanence, the auction is nearing its end. This Chief gives you half an hour to deal with those two girls. Brother Nine Nethers has already instructed the Black Market staff; remember to head straight back to the exit later. If you dare to delay, do not blame This Chief for being ruthless." The Blood-Robed Venerable hadn't joined the bidding and turned to instruct him. Hearing this, Master Song nodded solemnly. He stood up, bid farewell to the group, and left alongside a ghost envoy.

Paying the money, collecting the goods, putting on the blindfold... before long, Song Que had taken the twins and left the Black Market........ In a desolate forest. Waiting until the two ghost envoys had left, only Master Song and the girls remained. Looking at the two children clinging tightly to each other and shivering in front of him, their eyes holding three parts fear and seven parts stubborn fury as they stared at him, Song Que couldn't help but nod in admiration.

"Do you have any family members outside?" In response to his question, the two little girls only hugged each other tighter. Staring at him coldly, they gritted their teeth and refused to say a word. Old Master Song still had work to do and didn't have much time to tangle with these brats. Therefore, he spoke in a deep voice:"Don't worry, I have no intention of harming you. If you don't want to die, don't resist. Let me take you away from this place." Saying this, he ignored the twins' attitudes.

His massive hands, as big as baskets, roughly grabbed them by the napes of their necks, and he rapidly executed his lightness skills to leave the area. Running continuously for about five minutes, he waited until they were far away from the forest and had climbed onto a spacious mound before putting the two girls down. He swiftly took off his long outer robe and said:"Don't struggle in a moment. If you die, don't blame me."

"Ahhhhh!" One girl screamed in terror, turning her head to hide her face in the other's chest.

"You... beast! I would rather die than let you have your way!" The other little girl glared at him furiously and yelled. Master Song was taken aback. Thinking over his actions, and looking at the determination to die rather than submit in the eyes of these two girls, he knew there was a misunderstanding. Subsequently angered by the fact that his character was being despised by two brats, Master Song furiously gave each of them a hard knock on the head and scolded fiercely:"Stand still!

This Young Master has no interest in your tiny bodies. If you don't want to die, behave properly for me!" Ignoring their little hands and feet flailing about, he tore his robe into two sturdy strips of cloth and tied them tightly around their small waists. At this moment, Lightning descended from the sky right on time, kicking up a gust of fierce wind that forced the two little girls to cover their eyes with their hands.

Handing the two children a small knife and a fire starter, Master Song quickly instructed:"Listen carefully, you two. This eagle will now take you to a safe place. Stay there and wait until I return. On the way, remember to carefully hold onto its talons. If you slip and fall to your deaths, don't blame me! Remember, do not scream or make any noise. Go!" Not waiting for them to reply, he gently patted Lightning's head.

It flapped its wings, taking to the air, and accurately used its talons to grab the cloth strips around each girl's waist, lifting the twins up. Each of these girls weighed less than fifty catties. For Lightning, this was more than manageable, and it quickly hoisted them into the air. Although the two girls were extremely terrified in their hearts, they still remembered his warning not to scream and hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands.

Lightning flapped its wings a few times, and before long, disappeared into the night. From here to where he had pitched his tent wasn't too far. With its speed, it should only take a few minutes for it to return. As for those two girls, Old Master Song didn't care much. Helping them to this extent was already doing everything humanly possible. If they obediently stayed and waited, he would still offer them some protection. But if they left on their own, then they would just have to fend for themselves.

He wasn't going to waste time looking for them. No longer thinking about these issues, having settled everything, Song Que quickly retraced his steps, returning to the exit to wait for Blood-Robed and the others....... At the original desolate forest. Old Master Song hadn't been back here for long when Lightning also safely returned the girls and simultaneously spotted that guy, Blood-Robed. Old Blood had a secret technique to find him, so Song Que wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely leaned against a tree and waited.

Sure enough, just a moment later, the five of them found this place. Looking at this kid's disheveled appearance, with his outer coat missing without a trace, the Blood-Robed Venerable couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"Quite fast, very good. You didn't delay our time."

"Hehehe."

"Alright, prepare to set out now. Do your job seriously this time. As long as This Venerable is satisfied, you won't lack benefits in the future. I have even researched some secret yang-boosting medicines. When we return this time, I'll give you a few pills to try. I guarantee it will make you feel like ascending to heaven." Old Blood had originally been very displeased with this guy acting on his own. But thinking about it now, it wasn't too bad.

He considered it as grasping another weakness and hobby of this kid, making him easier to control in the future. Therefore, his attitude towards Old Master Song was now much milder, even cracking a joke. The other four similarly cast ambiguous glances at a certain part of his body, then involuntarily puffed out their chests. Nine Nethers was even more satisfied, shouting with a voice full of vitality:"Alright, let's go!" Saying this, he took the lead, executing his lightness skills and darting away.

Watching the performance of these guys, Old Master Song naturally knew what they were thinking. He secretly gritted his teeth in hatred, enduring a great deal to stop himself from drawing his sword and having a showdown right on the spot. Sulking, he lowered his head and ran after them.