This was a thoroughly satisfying feeling of hypocrisy for Yan Zhiqiang. As he gazed down at the street ahead, a smug smile crept onto his face as he sought his next target to intimidate. His eyes soon caught sight of a figure that made him frown slightly.
Midway along the avenue, a person was leisurely walking toward the front entrance. This individual wore a blue outfit that did not seem to be made of the most common material, yet what drew the most attention was the hat.
The hat resembled a conical shape placed atop the head of this unknown figure, shrouding the entire face in darkness and making it impossible to discern anything within.
From the silhouette, this person appeared to be a woman. However, as the figure inched closer, Yin Zhiqiang noticed that despite the pearl-like whiteness of the hands and the narrow waist, the figure lacked an alluring charm—leading the guards to speculate that this could very well be a child.
Yet, as the child drew nearer step by step, Ren Zhiqiang realized that no one dared to approach this enigmatic individual. Whenever soone ca close, they imdiately retreated. As the stranger bounded within a few paces of the entrance, the two guards felt their entire bodies beco unbearably heavy; their limbs turned leaden, their breaths beca labored, and sweat rolled down their foreheads and backs.
The oppressive tension was suffocating. The two guards lost complete control of their bodies, feeling as though ti around them was collapsing inward. In the instant they fell unconscious, the unknown expert had already covered a distance of over fifty ters and entered the Black Market Auction House before their eyes.
Upon regaining his composure, Yin Zhiqiang briefly closed his eyes and imdiately wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Despite his efforts, he was certain that he could never see through this enigmatic figure.
From the bright sunlight streaming in through the front entrance, a beam of light spread inside the Black Market Auction House. Although the dim lighting within would typically take Yan Xiaobao a mont to adjust to, everything before him remained crisp and visible, as though nothing had changed for his vision.
What Yan Xiaobao saw was a grand hall filled with stalls. So of these stalls acquired mundane items such as beast cores, Magic Gems, and mory Gems from rcenaries for auction purposes later. Others showcased ticulously curated auctions, selling tickets to those wishing to participate.
Yan Xiaobao quickly scanned those ordinary stalls before directing his attention to a section marked with signs reading ’Evaluation,’ situated further away from several doors. Yan Xiaobao strode directly toward the appraisal room, and as he crossed the hall, everyone hastily stepped aside, doing their best not to obstruct his path.
Though Yan Xiaobao appeared far superior to these commoners, he couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. His smirk was accompanied by Lan Feng’s roaring laughter in his mind.
"People have feared behaving like this for far too long!" Lan Feng exclaid exuberantly. "I still rember the tis when boredom led to wander through towns, terrorizing everyone."
Hearing such schadenfreude from Phoenix made Yan Xiaobao once again question the ancient bird’s ntal age. Its mindset certainly seed no older than that of a thirteen-year-old.
As Yan Xiaobao and Lan Feng wrapped up their indulgent conversation amidst gazes mixing terror and reverence, they arrived at a queue of individuals waiting for their evaluations.
Those queuing for appraisal included several noble stewards, rcenaries, and rchants—individuals who had either acquired treasures during journeys through the Magic Forest or procured rare jewels from unsuspecting sellers.
While all these cultivators possessed cultivation bases far beyond Yan Xiaobao’s own, they instinctively stepped aside as soon as they sensed his presence, allowing him to bypass the line due to his status as a Saint.
This display aligned perfectly with Yan Xiaobao’s expectations. However, as he neared the door, he noticed soone rushing toward them at high speed.
"Excuse , um—" the hurried figure tried to speak through gasps as he crossed the hall as quickly as possible. Yet, just as he was about to address him with the word "sir," the attendant abruptly stopped speaking. The mysterious and masked presence before him was simply too ambiguous.
"Please follow . Our manager has invited you to his office for a private evaluation of your items," the attendant hastily conveyed, hoping fervently that this expert would not hold the slip of tongue against them and develop a poor impression of the esteed auction house.
Yan Xiaobao nodded lightly at the attendant and followed him, not once glancing back at those who had stepped aside for him. While he offered a silent acknowledgnt of their respectful gestures, he was fully aware that their reaction stemd solely from his suffocating aura. If they knew the truth about his actual cultivation base, their behavior might have been vastly different.
The attendant led him through the hall, up the final staircase to the second floor. The second floor housed two grand rooms, both of which were central to the auctions. Though Yan Xiaobao was curious, he knew that lingering too long on the intricately carved doors, picturesque auction venues, or the reserved seating for higher-ranking nobles would be unbecoming of his role.
Even though he refrained from deeply indulging in the breathtaking sights, Yan Xiaobao earnestly committed the general layout and the formatting of everything they passed along the way to mory. This heightened attentiveness was fueled by the enhanced sensory capabilities granted by the rged aura of Lan Feng and himself.
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