Asura Mad Emperor

Qinchuan didn't take the minor incident to heart.

The four of them followed the street to the splendid building.

At the entrance, two Supreme Saint Expert guards from the Spirit Clan were on duty. Upon seeing Li Kaitian, their expressions changed slightly, and one of them approached respectfully, ushering the group into the hall.

They had already recognized that Li Kaitian was an Emperor Realm cultivator.

Entering the gate and proceeding into a great hall, they were met with a vision of glittering gold and resplendence. The extensive and majestic space was ruled by potent spatial laws, large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of strong practitioners.

Although the Spirit Clan had restricted entry to those above the Holy Stage, the venue was still packed, with some cultivators even standing at the back of the hall.

The arrangements and materials used for decoration in this place were all exceedingly meticulous.

The seats and steps were carved from fine jade, the surrounding columns were forged from gold, and private rooms piled with mutton-fat jade linked together, forming a continuous expanse.

"That is a Holy Hall Flower, used here merely as decoration!"

"Those are Greenflame Buddha Teeth, a whole row filled with them!"

The crowd's gaze fell upon countless pearls, precious stones, and a dazzling array of Heavenly Treasures Materials used to decorate the hall.

Many cultivators buzzed with amazement at the extravagance of the auction house.

Even Ji Huo'er's eyes lit up frequently upon entering the place.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me to the private rooms upstairs," the guard invited.

The guard led Qinchuan and the others to a kindly-looking old man. After explaining the situation, the old man came forward with a respectful greeting.

Emperor Realm cultivators were respected wherever they went.

The private rooms hung in the air, layer upon layer, like aerial pavilions, resplendent and beautiful.

Qinchuan and his companions followed the old man to the topmost layer of the building complex.

Looking down from there, the entire hall was visible at a glance. The dense crowd below looked like ants, an awesome sight indeed.

"Esteemed guests, is this your first time attending our clan's auction?" the elder asked while leading the way.

"First or second time, what difference does it make?" Ji Huo'er marveled at the grandeur of the hall and asked out of curiosity.

"Hehe, indeed, there isn't much difference. It's just that if it's your first time, I would briefly explain the auction rules…" the old man chuckled.

"No need. We are already familiar with the rules," Qinchuan said indifferently. The rules of the Spirit Clan's auction were nothing more than bidding procedures and exchange formalities.

Of course, the most important rule was that no fighting was allowed inside the auction house; violators would be hunted down by the various mighties of the Spirit Clan forever.

The elder glanced at Qinchuan, then at Li Kaitian, puzzled as to why among these people the young Great Saint seemed to be in charge, while the Great Emperor expert appeared to be more like a servant.

However, he did not ask further and replied with a smile, "Yes!"

Just as the group was about to reach the private room, a few untimely voices suddenly erupted.

"Elder You, has your Spirit Clan lowered its standards so much? How is it that any tom, dick, or harry can make it up to these premier 'Heaven' rooms?"

A handsome man in a black robe with starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows approached from not too far away. His aura was contained, giving off an extremely dangerous feeling.

Behind him, a young man glared hatefully at Qinchuan and his group; it was the same person who had recklessly charged through the street earlier on a one-horned jade rhinoceros.

"Oh, it's Seventh Master," Elder You greeted the newcomer with joy, bowing and saluting.

Clearly, the two were acquainted.

"Young Master Seven, you know the rules. Anyone who reaches the Emperor Realm is qualified to enter the Heavenly Character private room," Elder You explained.

"Just now on the street, this old geezer injured my slave. Elder You, what do you say we should do about this?"

Young Master Seven's tone was calm but filled with threat.

"This..." Elder You was extremely troubled, not wanting to see two Emperor Realm experts becoming enemies here. "As the saying goes, 'It's better to resolve enmity rather than to keep it.' Young Master Seven, since it's just a slave that was injured, in my opinion, it would suffice if this honored guest were to simply apologize," he suggested.

After speaking, Elder You gave Qinchuan and Li Kaitian a look, signaling them with winks that the guy in front of them was not one to be trifled with.

But the next moment, Qinchuan spoke, and his words caused Elder You to go pale.

"Just now, from a distance, I could smell a foul stench. I thought it was a zombie crawled out from the Dead Man's Pit, but it turns out to be a rat from the Yin Clan.

However, instead of hiding underground, the rat dares to come out into the open. That indeed broadens my horizons," Qinchuan continued.

At this moment, Elder You's face also turned very ugly. He didn't want to get involved in the matter, initially hoping to play the mediator and dissolve the grudges between the two parties.

Little did he expect that the boy would be so unappreciative.

Moreover, from his words, it was clear he had recognized Young Master Seven's identity.

A cold light shot from Young Master Seven's eyes, and the aura of a Great Emperor surged forth, bearing down oppressively on Qinchuan.

The Imperial Might was like a sweeping torrent, covering the sky and earth, the violent windstorm forming a vortex.

Qinchuan stood under the pressure, his expression unchanging, unmoved; what he faced seemed not to be the Imperial Might but rather a gentle breeze.

"Hmm?!" Young Master Seven's expression revealed a slight shock.

He had acted in an attempt to teach the reckless boy a lesson, so the pressure was directed entirely at Qinchuan.

Unexpectedly, Qinchuan seemed completely unaffected, which was beyond his expectations.

He could see clearly that the Great Emperor had not made a move, indeed.

"He must carry a peculiar treasure!" Young Master Seven looked at Qinchuan sternly.

"Young Master Seven, fighting is not allowed in this hall, be careful of invoking the force of the Prohibitions!" Elder You warned from the side.

"Any grievances between Young Master Seven and these honored guests can definitely wait until after the auction is over," Elder You persisted.

It was clear what he meant by now.

He was advising Young Master Seven to be patient for a while and that once the auction was over, they were free to do as they pleased outside of the city.

"Brother Ming Qi, your might could be sensed from afar; what has upset you to such an extent?"

Suddenly, another hearty voice came from not far away as several young Cultivators, laughing and talking, approached.

It was worth noticing that among these Cultivators was a Spirit Clan woman.

"Brother Ming Qi, what happened that has angered you so?"

This Spirit Clan woman was graceful, and as members of the Spirit Clan are naturally petite, she stood less than a foot tall, appearing even smaller. But dressed in light gauze, her figure was nimble, like a dancing sprite, adorable.

As the group approached and saw Ming Qi looking sternly at Qinchuan and the others, they also bore a united hostility, looking at Qinchuan with some animosity.

"It's nothing, just a few blind fools!" Ming Qi said, smiling at the sight of the Spirit Clan woman.

"Where did this Human Race child come from, daring to run wild in Iceflame City?" Although the Spirit Clan woman was even shorter, she acted high and mighty, as if she were a person of great importance, commanding and imperious.

"I command you to apologize to Brother Ming Qi immediately!"