strictlysupreme Chapter 22 Mo Cheng, Outer Sect Steward of Yunlan Sect!
Chapter 22 Mo Cheng, Outer Sect Steward of Yunlan Sect!
Mittel Tengshan walked up from behind Xiao Ze, dressed in a black robe, with a calm expression.
His gaze fell on Xiao Ze.
"Young friend Xiao Ze, what brings you here?"
The guards and steward at the gate changed their expressions instantly upon seeing Mittel Tengshan. They hadn't expected the clan leader to treat Xiao Ze with such an attitude. Just who was this young man? Their expressions immediately turned to shock.
The steward quickly bowed, "Clan Chief."
The two guards also lowered their heads, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.
The clan chief actually knew the person they had just stopped.
Moreover, judging from the clan leader's attitude, he was extremely polite to the young man.
Mittel Tengshan walked up to Xiao Ze with a smile on his face.
"Young friend Xiao Ze, why didn't you tell me you were coming so I could have sent someone to pick you up?"
"It was a last-minute decision."
Mittel Tengshan nodded and turned to look at the steward and the two guards.
"What happened?"
The steward's face paled, and he hurriedly spoke up, "Clan leader, this young master didn't have an invitation, and according to the rules..."
"rule?"
Mittel Tengshan interrupted him, "Does my distinguished guest also need an invitation?"
The steward opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
The two guards lowered their heads and trembled all over.
"Apologize to Xiao Ze, my young friend."
The steward hurriedly walked up to Xiao Ze, bowed, and said, "Young master, I was blind and did not recognize your greatness. I have offended you."
Two guards followed, bowing their heads. "Young master, we were wrong. Please forgive us. If we had known that you and the clan chief had this kind of relationship, we wouldn't have dared to do it even if we had a hundred lives."
Xiao Ze looked at them without saying anything and walked straight into the auction house.
Mittel Tengshan glared at the steward and quickly followed.
VIP room.
Mittel Tengshan personally poured Xiao Ze a cup of tea.
"Young friend Xiao Ze, I apologize to you on their behalf for what happened just now."
Xiao Ze waved his hand, "Don't worry about it."
Mittel Tengshan sat down opposite him and asked, "Young friend, is there anything you need to do in the capital this time?"
"A martial arts technique will be auctioned off."
"What kind of technique?"
"A high-level Xuan-rank cultivation technique with fire attributes."
Mittel Tengshan's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this.
Advanced Xuan-rank cultivation techniques are considered top-tier in the Jia Ma Empire; such techniques are rarely seen at regular auctions.
"Young friend, you've come at the right time. There happens to be a high-level Xuan-rank fire-attribute cultivation technique at today's auction."
Xiao Ze's brows twitched slightly.
"What a coincidence."
Mittel Tengshan smiled and nodded, "I'll have someone make arrangements so that you can participate in the auction later, young friend."
Thank you.
Mittel Tengshan waved his hand, "You're too kind, young friend."
Auction venue.
Mittel Tengshan led Xiao Ze to a VIP room on the second floor, a prime location with a wide view directly facing the auction stage.
Xiao Ze sat down in the chair, and Mittel Tengshan sat down next to him.
An elderly man is introducing today's auction items on the auction stage.
"Next up for auction is a high-level Xuan-rank cultivation technique, a fire-attribute technique called the Blazing Sun Technique."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a murmur arose from the audience.
Advanced Xuan-rank cultivation techniques are rare even in the capital, and this one, being a fire-attribute Xuan-rank technique, must be incredibly powerful, thus attracting a lot of attention.
"Starting bid: 600,000 gold coins; minimum increment: 10,000 gold coins."
"Six hundred and one thousand."
A voice came from below the stage.
"Six hundred and twenty thousand."
Another voice followed closely behind.
"Six hundred and fifty thousand."
"Seven hundred thousand."
The price soared and quickly broke through the million mark. Xiao Ze sat calmly in the VIP room.
Mittel Tengshan looked at him without saying a word.
"One million two hundred thousand."
A voice came from the private room on the first floor. Xiao Ze looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man sitting there wearing a gray robe with a cold expression.
"That is Mo Cheng, an outer sect steward of the Yunlan Sect."
Mittel Tengshan whispered.
Xiao Ze nodded and raised the sign in his hand.
"One million three hundred thousand."
Mo Cheng turned his head to look at the VIP room where Xiao Ze was, his brows furrowing slightly, unable to tell who was sitting in the VIP room.
"One million four hundred thousand."
Mo Cheng raised his paddle again.
"One million five hundred thousand."
Xiao Ze did not hesitate.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Buying a high-level Xuan-rank cultivation technique for 1.5 million gold coins is not a low price.
Mo Cheng's expression was rather unpleasant.
He stared at the VIP room where Xiao Ze was, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Is there any higher than 1.5 million?"
"The old man on the auction stage asked."
No one responded.
"Sold for 1.5 million."
The old man's wooden mallet fell.
Mittel Tengshan looked at Xiao Ze with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't even flinch at the prospect of 1.5 million gold coins. This Xiao Ze was more confident than he had imagined.
Congratulations, young friend Xiao Ze.
Xiao Ze nodded without saying anything more.
The auction has ended.
Xiao Ze followed Mittel Tengshan out of the VIP room. Just as they stepped out the door, a figure blocked their way.
Mo Cheng stood in the corridor, looking at Xiao Ze with an unfriendly expression. Behind him were two disciples from the Yunlan Sect, each with an arrogant demeanor.
"It was you who stole my cultivation technique."
"At an auction, the highest bidder wins; there's no question of 'grabbing' involved."
Mo Cheng's face darkened.
"Boy, do you know who I am?"
"The outer sect steward of the Yunlan Sect has already heard about it."
"Since you know that, you still dare to argue with me."
Xiao Ze looked at him without saying anything.
A cold glint flashed in Mo Cheng's eyes. "Young man, sometimes being too arrogant is not a good thing. At your age, you should know how to be restrained and should not be so flamboyant and domineering, otherwise you may be in danger of losing your life."
"You are threatening me."
"I'm just kindly reminding you that I've taken a liking to this technique. You'd better give it up, or I don't think you can bear the consequences, young friend."
Xiao Ze shook his head.
"No."
Mo Cheng's face darkened completely, and his fists clenched slightly as his fighting spirit surged within him.
Mittel Tengshan stepped forward and looked at Mo Cheng calmly, saying, "Steward Mo Cheng, this is the Mittel Auction House, not the Yunlan Sect. So it's not your place to act wildly here. This cultivation technique was auctioned off by Xiao Ze. It's all up to your abilities."
Mo Cheng's expression changed slightly as he looked at Mittel Tengshan.
"Chief Mittel, I meant no harm, I was just kindly offering this young friend a few words of advice."
"Thank you for your kind offer, but it's not necessary."
A hint of killing intent flashed in Mo Cheng's eyes, but he couldn't show it in front of Mittel Tengshan.
"Good, good, good, young man, you have guts."
After saying that, he turned and left, with two Yunlan Sect disciples following behind. Before leaving, they glared at Xiao Ze.
Mittel Tengshan frowned slightly as he watched Mo Cheng's retreating figure.
"Young friend Xiao Ze, be careful of Mo Cheng, he is vindictive."
"It's alright. He's just a few-star Dou Ling. His strength is nothing to worry about."