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Chapter 932: The Humiliated Rich Young Man

Chapter 932: Chapter 932: The Humiliated Rich Young Man

"Xuanbing Mad Lion, starting price, 5 million Low-grade Spirit Stones, with each increment no less than 100,000. The auction begins now!"

From the auctioneer’s perspective, the Xuanbing Mad Lion was valued almost as much as the Qin Huo, which was somewhat helpless.

It seemed that the richer the nobles were, the less they were engaged in their proper occupations.

At this rate, it was feared that their competitiveness would gradually diminish.

No wonder dynasties always change; after all, flowers in a greenhouse can never endure too harsh a trial.

"5.1 million Low-grade Spirit Stones, who dares to compete with me!"

The auction for the Xuanbing Mad Lion had just begun when Yan Peng suddenly stood up and bellowed.

With that roar, many who were preparing to bid swallowed their words back.

"This guy, he is really planning to trap me."

Ling Xiao’s murderous intent grew stronger.

This Yan Peng was not only morally despicable to the extreme but also incessantly finding trouble for him. Surely nobody could tolerate this man’s behavior.

"Young Master Yan, this doesn’t seem quite right."

Someone frowned and spoke out.

This was someone from the VIP section.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he received a slap on the face from one of Yan Peng’s subordinates.

That guy was truly strong, truly terrifying.

Ling Xiao looked on indifferently at all that was happening, yet he was not in a hurry.

He did not believe that Yan Peng could cover the sky with one hand.

After all, Yan Peng was nothing more than a minor noble of the Great Roc Clan; there were definitely many who were not afraid of him.

Yan Peng hoped to see a look of anger and reluctance on Ling Xiao’s face, but he was disappointed. Ling Xiao’s composure was entirely beyond his expectations.

"Pose! Just keep posing, My Lord would like to see how long you can keep it up!"

Yan Peng thought angrily to himself.

"I bid 5.2 million. Young Master Yan, I also quite fancy this Xuanbing Mad Lion!"

Finally, someone else in the VIP section made a bid.

Seeing this person, Yan Peng couldn’t help but frown; the person competing with him was also a noble from the Phoenix God Empire, and he also studied martial arts at the Phoenix God College.

"So it’s Ming Ling of the Dark Phoenix Clan. Could you please give me some face? As long as today you give face to me, Yan Peng, there will surely be a great reward in the future."

Seeing this person, Yan Peng did not dare to be too harsh, and so he spoke softly.

"Hehe, I was just joking with you."

In fact, Ming Ling had no interest in the Xuanbing Mad Lion.

Being one of the Ten Great Phoenix Children and, in the past situation, the equivalent of the Crown Prince, there was a matter of face involved.

One could not let others think he was intimidated by Yan Peng.

But since Yan Peng’s attitude was so favorable, there was no need for him to continue the contest.

"Thank you, Ming Phoenix Prince!"

Yan Peng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; his impulsive act had almost made him forget the presence of hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this auction house.

He had almost offended a major figure.

But now, there should be no one else to compete with him, right?

Yan Peng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "5.3 million, this item is mine!"

"Hehe, Young Master Yan, such big talk, I really fancy this thing. I’ll take it for 10 million Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

Just as Yan Peng thought he was finally going to acquire the Xuanbing Mad Lion at a bargain price, a voice rang out, even carrying a hint of scornful laughter.

"Who? Who the hell dares to compete with this Young Master?"

Yan Peng was about to explode with rage.

It was one thing for Ming Ling to dismiss him, after all, Ming Ling was one of the Ten Great Phoenix Children, the Ming Phoenix Prince.

However, he had just carefully observed that there was no one stronger than himself in the VIP seats, nor anyone with a greater family background.

What was more important was that the voice had come from below, some lowly commoner who had the audacity to compete with him.

His gaze emitted intense murderous intent; he truly wanted to find that wretch right now and tear them to pieces.

"What, does young master Yan intend to deal with me?"

A cold yet pleasant voice came from some direction, as Ling Xiao too looked down to see who it was and, upon discovering the person, he could not help but shake his head and chuckle bitterly.

This person was wearing a fiery red dress, extraordinarily beautiful. Although not the ultimate in beauty, she definitely stood out among women.

It was none other than Feng Yanran.

Ling Xiao had told Feng Yanran to go back to her cultivation, but she, worried, had snuck into the commoners’ area, ready to lend aid at any time.

Seeing Yan Peng shamelessly trying to lower the price, and also being interested in the Xuanbing Mad Lion herself, she thus called out her bid.

She had borrowed some Spirit Stones from Feng Qingyan and had also received some rewards from Ling Xiao; she had accumulated 15 million Low-grade Spirit Stones and felt that she should be able to compete.

"It’s you!"

Seeing that it was Feng Yanran, Yan Peng felt somewhat discouraged.

Everyone knew that Crown Prince Feng Yinshan was very protective of Feng Yanran. Yan Peng had considerable influence, but when compared to the Crown Prince, he was nothing.

"What? Does young master Yan not allow me to compete either?"

Feng Yanran said with a cold laugh.

"Of course you may."

Yan Peng knew that Feng Yanran would not give him face and give up the competition, because everyone knew she was one of the rare members of the Imperial Family to join Qingxu College and had a very good relationship with Ling Xiao.

Indeed, how could such a person listen to him and give face to Yan Peng?

"But Miss Yan Ran, to bid for this Xuanbing Mad Lion, it comes down to who has more money."

Yan Peng gritted his teeth. His original intent was to trap Ling Xiao and acquire the Xuanbing Mad Lion at a low price.

But now it seemed impossible to drive the price down; he could only compete with Feng Yanran.

"Well, let’s give it a try!"

Feng Yanran said with a smile, leaping up to the VIP seating area.

She, of course, knew about the half-price discount for the VIP area.

With her status, she certainly qualified.

"1,010,000!"

In the end, Yan Peng still didn’t want to spend too much money, so he cautiously kept raising the bid.

"Yan Peng, you are being too stingy, don’t you think, adding so little at a time? I’ll offer 20 million Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

As it was a half-price sale, Feng Yanran wasn’t afraid that she wouldn’t be able to offer that much.

Faced with Feng Yanran, Yan Peng couldn’t possibly go out and rob for the item, so if he wanted it, he would just have to continue bidding.

With his teeth gritted, after a moment of silence, Yan Peng called out: "2,010,000!"

"Alright, the lion is yours!"

"What?"

Yan Peng was stunned for a moment, his brain unable to process.

How had Feng Yanran, who just moments before had seemed utterly determined to compete, suddenly given up on the bidding?

"You’re playing with me!"

It took him a while to grasp what had happened.

Feng Yanran said with a smile, "Young master Yan, you can’t say that. I truly don’t have that many Low-grade Spirit Stones left. Oh well, there’s no helping it. Who can match the wealth and generosity of young master Yan? A Xuanbing Mad Lion worth only around 600,000 to 700,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones, and you’re actually offering more than 20 million. I’m impressed, truly impressed."

"Hahaha!"

Unrestrained laughter echoed in the auction hall, perhaps because the hall was so quiet at that moment that the sound seemed particularly loud and piercing.