Additionally, beyond this level, there were the second and third floors, which consisted of individual private rooms. One could clearly see everything happening on the auction stage from these rooms, but most importantly, they provided sufficient secrecy.
Once inside one of these rooms, outsiders simply couldn’t see who was inside. Even the bidding was done through a digital keypad within the room, which would then display the bid on a screen above the auction stage, making it incredibly secure and private.
However, these rooms were reserved for powerful families with deep backgrounds. Ordinary people, no matter how wealthy, could not enter.
Ye Luo, however, had no intention of entering one of those rooms and was instead preparing to find a seat with Leng Ruobing on this level.
But at that mont, Ye Luo saw a group entering the auction venue, led by the Cao Family’s elder, Cao Tianhu, who walked with the support of a dragon-headed cane, his presence commanding. Wherever he passed, people made way for him.
By his side was the Cao Family Head, Cao Longxiang, clad in a grey Chinese-styled suit, equally impressive in bearing, exuding an aura of authoritative iron-blooded strength. However, Ye Luo’s attention was caught by the woman in military attire walking beside them—Cao Jianjia.
Indeed, it was Cao Jianjia. He had not expected to see this woman here again and couldn’t help but recall the events of that day.
As soon as the Cao Family appeared, the person in charge of Sheng Tian Auction House hurriedly welco them, showing great respect to Elder Cao and the Family Head, before leading them to a private room on the third floor.
At that mont, Cao Jianjia seed to have an intuitive sense, her gaze sweeping over and landing on Ye Luo. Her expression changed, eyes narrowing, especially when she saw the unabashedly smirking Ye Luo looking at her, which imdiately set her teeth on edge with anger.
"What’s wrong, Jianjia?"
Cao Longxiang, who was beside her, couldn’t help asking.
"Oh, it’s nothing." Cao Jianjia quickly regained her composure, shook her head, and the group disappeared from the area.
"I didn’t expect even the Cao Family elder to make a move. It seems this auction really has stirred up all the powers of the Capital City," Leng Ruobing said indifferently.
"The Cao Family really isn’t simple!"
Ye Luo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a brilliance flashing in his gaze. He had just used his Clairvoyant Eye to scan the Cao Family elder and discovered his strength had reached the ninth level of the Hua Yuan Realm and was even close to forming a Spirit Sea.
As for the Cao Family Head beside him, his strength was at the ninth level of the Saint Realm, confirming the extraordinary power of the Cao Family.
"That person? Could it be..." But then Ye Luo’s brow furrowed again. He had also noticed soone hiding beside the Cao Family elder.
This person was the mysterious expert who had tried to kill him that night at the villa but was driven away by the six mysterious won. He hadn’t expected this person to be connected to the Cao Family.
Could it be that Elder Cao wanted him dead, or was it because of Cao Jianjia that they were planning to make a move against him?
Regardless, Ye Luo had beco more wary of Elder Cao, as it was very possible this man bore a murderous intent towards him.
"What’s the matter with you?" Leng Ruobing suddenly asked.
"It’s nothing. Let’s find a seat and sit down," Ye Luo shook his head and said. The two started looking for a place to sit on the first floor.
"Brother Yang, that guy over there is Ye Luo. He’s the one who has a very close relationship with my sister, Situ Luoyun," a person in the distance said as a group approached.
The leaders were two young n with a distinguished aura, Tianzong’s Yang Jian and Situ Wentian. Both of their gazes were directed towards Ye Luo.
Yang Jian, dressed in a white robe, looked extraordinary and graceful, his eyes fixed on Ye Luo, a cold smile forming on his lips as he walked straight over, while Situ Wentian’s eyes revealed a mysterious expression.
"So you’re Ye Luo!"
A domineering voice, full of authority, exploded in Ye Luo’s ear. As he turned around, his gaze swept over to see Yang Jian standing before him with an overbearing deanor, accompanied by a sneering Situ Wentian at his side.
"If you have nothing important, get lost!"
Ye Luo was unimpressed by this fellow’s haughty attitude, especially with Situ Wentian standing to the side, clearly there to cause him trouble.
Although Yang Jian was strong, having reached the fourth level of the Saint Realm, he was nothing special to Ye Luo. Moreover, Ye Luo could sense that Yang Jian’s aura was sowhat inflated and not very stable.
It was obvious that this guy had not achieved his power through step-by-step cultivation but had accumulated it through heavenly treasures and elixirs. Even the old Ye Luo would not have taken such strength seriously, let alone now.
"You..."
Yang Jian’s complexion changed as a flash of anger crossed his eyes while staring at Ye Luo, his whole body exuding a cold breath.
"Do you have any idea who I am?"
Yang Jian said with an arrogant tone.
"Don’t know, don’t care, let’s go, Ruo Bing!"
Ye Luo casually spoke and was about to leave the place.
"Such arrogance, boy!" Yang Jian’s face darkened as he stepped forward, reaching out with a clawed hand to aggressively grab Ye Luo’s shoulder, a powerful strength surging forth.
A flicker of coldness crossed Ye Luo’s eyes as the Nine Yang Mystic Art started circulating within him, unleashing the terrifying Nine Yang True Qi. It imdiately shook off Yang Jian’s grip on his shoulder, even forcing Yang Jian to stagger backwards two steps.
"Young Master!"
Instantly, the four personal Saint Realm protectors of Yang Jian stepped forward, their formidable auras locking onto Ye Luo, ready to strike at any mont.
"Gentlen, this is an auction event. Please refrain from any conflict here."
Just then, several n in black approached quickly, addressing Ye Luo and Yang Jian, each radiating the might of the Saint Realm.
These n were guards of the auction event, and surprisingly, each was an expert in the Saint Realm. It appeared that the power behind this auction was indeed not weak.
"Brother Yang, let’s not be rash. We’ll find another opportunity to deal with him!"
Situ Wentian advised Yang Jian, unable to help himself.
"Boy, you just wait!"
Yang Jian shot a cold glance laced with a chilling sharpness at Ye Luo before turning around and leaving the place.
Situ Wentian, as well, had a mysterious smile on his lips as he glanced at Ye Luo.
Afterwards, the guards who maintained order at the auction site left one after the other, while Ye Luo and Leng Ruobing found two seats and sat down.
As the ti for the auction approached, more and more people gathered at the event. Half of them were martial arts masters, with the weakest being those in the Innate Realm. So were high in the Saint Realm, and even the Hua Yuan Realm, making it almost seem like a grand martial arts conference.
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