Chapter 142: Chapter 128: Chaos in the City, Calamity Arises (Part 2)

This was clearly the case with the Blood Bat King.

With this, all their concerns vanished. The Purple Mansion Cultivators in attendance were all rubbing their hands together, eager to claim this Demon King’s offspring for themselves.

Some even began to scheme about the person who had commissioned the auction. If he could put a Demon King’s cub up for auction, it was highly likely he also possessed the Demon Pill.

After all, a Tier Four Demon Pill could be used to refine a Pill that aids in breaking through to the Purple Mansion Stage. Its value was extraordinary.

’If he’s a Golden Core Cultivator, then so be it. But if he’s a Purple Mansion Cultivator, we might be able to test his mettle.’ This thought crossed the minds of many Purple Mansion Cultivators, including the Elders from the Golden Crow Sect and the Celestial Vein Sect.

"This beast has no starting price. Esteemed Seniors, feel free to bid as you see fit. Let the bidding begin."

The moment her voice fell, a Cultivator immediately bid fifty thousand Spirit Stones.

But someone quickly retorted with a sneer, "Fifty thousand for a Demon King’s cub? Fellow Daoist, you must still be dreaming. My Hundred Herbs Hall bids one hundred thousand Spirit Stones."

"Heh, could your Hundred Herbs Hall even afford to raise it? You should just let my Huansha Sect have it. We bid one hundred and twenty thousand," an old woman said in a hoarse voice.

"I bid one hundred and thirty thousand. This beast is fated to be with my Celestial Vein Sect. Who dares to compete?" the Celestial Vein Sect Elder said, making no attempt to hide his domineering attitude as he blatantly used his sect’s power to intimidate everyone.

For a moment, the Purple Mansion Cultivators from factions like the Huansha Sect and Hundred Herbs Hall fell silent and withdrew. They couldn’t afford to offend the Celestial Vein Sect.

Seeing that no one dared to continue bidding, a look of smug satisfaction appeared in the Celestial Vein Sect Elder’s eyes. Just as he thought the matter was settled, a voice made his expression instantly darken.

"Hmph, others may fear your Celestial Vein Sect, but I do not. The Golden Crow Sect bids one hundred and fifty thousand Spirit Stones."

The Celestial Vein Sect Elder flew into a rage and shouted, "Huangfu Hong, I didn’t interfere much when you were bidding for the C Fire Essence earlier. Now you jump out to cause trouble? Do you think my Celestial Vein Sect is easy to bully?"

Huangfu Hong gave a faint smile and replied calmly, "Fei Min, an auction is a place where the highest bidder wins. By using your power to intimidate and interfere with other people’s bids, are you perhaps suggesting the Luoxia Auction House is easy to bully?"

At that moment, Xia Wanyun also spoke up at the opportune time, "Elder Fei, please don’t make things difficult for our establishment."

With things having reached this point, no matter how displeased Fei Min was, he had no choice but to keep bidding. Others might not know, but he was well aware that a behemoth stood behind the Luoxia Auction House—a power he could not afford to offend.

And so, in their fight over this future Demon King, the Golden Crow Sect and the Celestial Vein Sect went back and forth, frantically raising their bids, neither willing to yield an inch.

It didn’t look any different from the previous auctions, but for some reason, Song Changsheng felt a sense of unease. He hadn’t had this feeling in a very long time.

’Could something unexpected really happen here in Luoxia City?’ Although he didn’t think anyone would dare stir up trouble in Luoxia City, he chose to trust his intuition. In any case, his goal was achieved, so there was no need to stay any longer.

He called over Song Qingluo, who had been watching with great interest, and they left through the back door. Whatever was about to happen here, he had no interest in it.

The auction had been going on for a full day and night. The Cultivators who had gathered outside had already dispersed. Song Changsheng was now eager to return, his only thought being to go back and comprehend the White Tiger Heaven-Pouncing Map.

He had cultivated his Earth Dragon Flipping Over Painting to the Great Success stage a few days prior. A vivid image had already appeared on his spleen, and his physical strength had increased by a large margin.

BOOM!

He hadn’t gotten far when a massive explosion suddenly erupted from behind him. Song Changsheng was startled. He turned to see that it had come from the auction house.

"What audacious thieves!" A long cry echoed from within the auction house, followed by waves of combat fluctuations. It was Purple Mansion Cultivators engaged in Magical Combat.

The next moment, a large hole was blown in the auction house wall, and a figure shot out, looking somewhat disheveled. It was an elderly man with a sinister expression. His aura was in disarray; he had clearly gotten the worse of the exchange.

He was carrying something under his arm. Song Changsheng, who had already hidden himself and Song Qingluo, focused his vision and was instantly aghast. It was a person.

’Xia Wanyun! His target was actually her?’ Song Changsheng was shocked. He had assumed someone was after a treasure, but he never expected them to be after the beautiful Auctioneer. ’Could she be even more alluring than those treasures?’

"Thief, don’t you dare run! Leave her here!" Another figure shot out, also a Purple Mansion Cultivator. Song Changsheng didn’t recognize this person; he must be one of the powerful experts guarding the auction house.

Judging by the power of his aura, he was even stronger than the kidnapper. One chased while the other fled, and they sped off into the distance.

But it wasn’t over. More intense waves of combat erupted from the auction house, the sheer force of which made Song Changsheng’s heart pound in his chest.

He could vaguely hear the enraged shouts of the two from the Golden Crow Sect and the Celestial Vein Sect.

Streaks of light shot out from the auction house. Most were Foundation Establishment Cultivators, looking disheveled as they used Sword Control to flee the area.

At this point, no one cared about Luoxia City’s no-fly rule. Their lives were more important, after all.

The main doors of the auction house were also thrown open, and thousands of Qi Cultivators poured out with terrified expressions. They had it the worst; with no ability to defend themselves in the battle, many of the unlucky ones were directly pulverized into a bloody mist, not even leaving a corpse behind. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE

Before they could all escape, the auction house, which stood nearly a hundred feet tall, collapsed with a thunderous crash amidst the fighting.

Several streaks of light shot out just before the collapse. Two were in the lead, with the rest following behind. They were all Purple Mansion Cultivators.

Song Changsheng activated his Pupil Technique and saw that the two at the very front—a man and a woman—were both dressed in blood-red robes with a skull emblem embroidered on their chests. They were the Blood Demons he had encountered before.

Furthermore, the man was holding the cage containing the Blood Bat King’s cub.

They fled for their lives, with the Purple Mansion Cultivators from the major factions in hot pursuit. The group fought as they chased, leaving a trail of ruined houses and anguished cries wherever they passed.

However, the loudest cries of agony came from the auction house. Being buried under rubble wasn’t a major issue, as Cultivators were not that fragile.

The aftershocks from the battle between Purple Mansion Cultivators were the truly terrifying part. The auction house was large, but for Purple Mansion Cultivators, it was far too small. The Qi Cultivators inside suffered heavy casualties, and even some Foundation Establishment Cultivators perished.

It was chaos. Utter chaos.

A handful of Purple Mansion Cultivators had turned half of Luoxia City upside down. Panic spread through the crowds, and disorder erupted in many places.

Even those who had escaped the auction house with their lives were not behaving. Some took advantage of the chaos to loot, while others, finding their enemies, were more than ready for a fight...

In an instant, Magical Combat broke out everywhere. There was only chaos.

Slaughter, cries, and enraged roars...

Song Qingluo stared blankly as the once-prosperous Luoxia City was slowly reduced to ruins, unconsciously murmuring, "How could this happen? How could this be happening..."

He had grown up in Luoxia City. In his mind, it had always been synonymous with prosperity and peace. Thanks to the authority of the City Lord’s Mansion and the fearsome reputation of the Great City Lord, no one had ever dared to cause trouble here.

But today, for no apparent reason, it had all descended into chaos! To him, it felt like a nightmare.

Seeing the situation spiral out of control, Song Changsheng knew he couldn’t stay here any longer. He had no desire to get dragged into the mess and then be punished by the City Lord’s Mansion.

But fate had other plans. He didn’t want to get involved, but someone wasn’t going to let him go.

"Song Changsheng! It’s you!"

A voice filled with shock and anger rang out from nearby. Song Changsheng’s steps faltered. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was that old bastard, Cheng Yufei.

"What, are you surprised to see me here?" Song Changsheng gestured for Song Qingluo to leave first, then turned to face the livid Cheng Yufei and sneered.

"Heh heh, let’s see who’s here to protect you today!" A cruel smile spread across Cheng Yufei’s face as he advanced on Song Changsheng step by step.

Song Changsheng secretly began to form a Magic Technique with his hands, narrowing his eyes. "What, you dare to attack me here?"

Cheng Yufei sneered, "Look around you. No matter how powerful the City Lord’s Mansion is, can they punish everyone here? Die!"

With that, Cheng Yufei charged forward, Magical Artifact in hand.

With no way to avoid it, Song Changsheng had no choice but to meet the attack...