Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 232 - 0229 This is Top-notch Goods

He suppressed the seventh son of the Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect, which would undoubtedly invite powerful retaliation.

But he didn’t care in the slightest.

Do they even know who he is?

No, they don’t.

And are they capable of killing him?

Too bad for them.

It’s clearly overthinking it—given their capabilities, taking his head would be extremely difficult. So, it’s not worth worrying about.

Half a month later.

Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Lin Fan walked through the city. As usual, it was bustling with liveliness. Cultivators from all over gathered here to purchase items. Whether Immortal, Demon, or Demon cultivators, on the surface, they appeared harmonious, but subtle glances revealed their mutual disdain.

It was as though each faction harbored the intent to kill the other.

Lin Fan arrived at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to attend an auction. He found Mao Si, pulled him aside, and whispered, "I’ve captured the son of a Demon Sect expert. I want to auction him. What’s the best way to go about it?"

Mao Si was delighted to see Lin Fan. He had already heard about what happened in the Forbidden Land and was once again immensely grateful for Master Lin’s assistance. Although he hadn’t obtained any Divine Medicine in the Forbidden Land, merely surviving was already a blessing.

"What’s his background?"

Mao Si asked, surprised that Master Lin had taken up such a controversial trade.

Lin Fan replied, "The seventh son of the Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect, Xiang Junchen. I’ll keep it short—he’s incredibly handsome, radiates a wicked charm, and has a slightly eerie air. Premium goods. Those old ladies are bound to go crazy for such fresh meat. If you want to check the goods, follow me to the VIP room and give me your assessment."

"Alright, Master Lin, follow me," Mao Si agreed. Without a doubt, this was premium merchandise. As the direct bloodline of the Demon Ancestor, he must be a Young Master, with a status equivalent to a True Disciple or Saint Heir. Still, they needed a closer look to confirm.

VIP Room.

Lin Fan pulled the Young Master out from the Universe Tripod. The Young Master’s body was riddled with dislocated bones, and he had long since fainted from the unbearable pain. Lin Fan hadn’t broken his bones entirely—after all, appearance mattered. Come auction time, he would reset the Young Master’s bones to present him in his most flawless state.

"Oh!"

Mao Si immediately approached to inspect the captive. First, he opened up the captive’s clothes, then touched his face, and even pried open his eyelids. When he noticed those Purple Eyes, Mao Si couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

"Master Lin, this guy has cultivated the Red Dust Demon Sect’s secret Purple Extreme Demonic Eye!"

"Top-quality goods."

"Whether it’s appearance, cultivation base, charm, or inner potential, this is premium merchandise through and through. He’ll definitely fetch a great price."

"Now there are two choices."

"The first option is internal sale. No public promotion, which might affect the price. But this way, it doesn’t attract outside attention."

"The second option is to let the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion handle the promotion, drawing in powerful figures from everywhere to bid. The price will soar. Of course, don’t worry, Master Lin. You won’t need to show yourself; we’ll handle everything. Plus, there’s an advantage—there’s no way the Demon Ancestor will let a direct bloodline be sold. For sure, he’ll pay a high price to buy him back."

"On the downside, though, if the Demon Ancestor reclaims him, he’ll definitely learn about you, Master Lin."

"Master Lin, what’s your take on it?"

Mao Si asked cautiously. Their Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had auctioned off a good number of Saint Heirs and Saintesses in secret, but they’d never handled someone of the esteem of a Young Master from the Demon Sect.

The Red Dust Demon Sect was a major force in the Demon Path. Most wouldn’t dare provoke them. But here was Lin Fan, who directly abducted their Young Master.

"Isn’t it obvious? The second option, of course. Leave the details to you guys. Just tell me how long it’ll take to pull this off," Lin Fan inquired.

He wasn’t willing to settle for the first option. The whole reason he abducted the Young Master was to make Spirit Stones. If it wouldn’t yield much, he’d rather kill the guy. He might even get something valuable from the loot.

"Just a few days. Three days tops, and the auction’s ready," Mao Si replied.

"Fine, let’s go with that. I trust the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. It’s all in your capable hands," Lin Fan said with a smile. Then he asked, "By the way, after your young lady returned from the Forbidden Land, is she back at the pavilion now?"

Mao Si replied, "The young lady went straight to see the Pavilion Master upon her return. She hasn’t returned yet. Master Lin, feel free to stay here in the meantime. During the auction, you can observe everything from behind the scenes—it’s bound to be lively."

Lin Fan smiled. It was his first time engaging in something like this. He felt a bit nervous.

An example:

It was like walking into a high-end club, lying down there, the heart racing wildly, blood seemingly boiling with excitement, leaving him in an almost panicked state.

The energy behind the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was enormous.

The news about auctioning off the Demon Sect Young Master spread like wildfire.

When certain powerhouses learned that the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was auctioning off the Red Dust Demon Sect’s Young Master, they were utterly stunned.

It was outrageous.

In the past, the auctioned Saint Heirs, Saintesses, and True Disciples didn’t come from major sects. Many claims about their status were exaggerated.

But this time, they were directly auctioning off the seventh son of the Demon Ancestor, Xiang Junchen.

This was truly brazen.

Some old eccentrics, whose eyes burned with fury, held longstanding grudges against the Demon Ancestor. But having been weaker than him, they had to suppress their hatred. Now, however, with his son on the auction block, they saw an opportunity for revenge. They could buy him, torment him, and finally quench the rage in their hearts.

Within days.

Powerhouses from all directions descended upon the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. How could they miss such a grand auction?

Red Dust Demon Sect.

When the Demon Ancestor heard the news, his demonic flames flared to the sky. He fumed, "Damn it! This is outrageous! How dare the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion auction off my son? They’re slapping me in the face! As the Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect, my demonic might shakes the heavens—who dares to provoke me?"

But his anger wasn’t directed at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

They were merely a middleman. The real enemy was the mastermind selling his son.

He packed his things and prepared to head to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

He knew a fierce contest awaited him.

Many sought to use his son to settle old scores against him.

Meanwhile.

Lin Fan spent his days comfortably in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Someone tended to him daily. When bored, he wandered about, especially when he spotted Demons or Devils. He couldn’t help but feel reinvigorated.

But this was the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

It wasn’t the place to make a move, so he kept those thoughts pent up inside.

The next day.

The Demon Sect Young Master auction began. This event was kept secret, not publicly advertised. Only the wealthiest of elites were invited to participate.

The auction hall consisted entirely of private rooms, each shielded from surveillance to prevent anyone from identifying others and causing trouble afterward.

Lin Fan, too, was placed in a private room, allowing him to oversee the entire auction process.

Mao Si stepped onto the stage, speaking slowly, "Welcome, fellow Daoists. I’ll keep it short. Today’s auction is for the seventh son of the Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect, Xiang Junchen. His looks are top-notch, his aura exceptional, and he’s even cultivated the Red Dust Demon Sect’s secret Purple Extreme Demonic Eye. There’s no need to say more; please inspect the goods yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Xiang Junchen was brought to the stage. His dislocated bones had already been set, and his entire body was cleaned immaculately. He was even dressed up, exuding elegance and charisma.

With his eerie charm, he was the center of attention.

At this moment, Xiang Junchen was utterly powerless, as limp as a marionette controlled by strings. He looked around in fear, wanting to cry out for help, but no sound escaped his lips.

Oh my god!

Where am I?

How did I get here? Someone save me!

I’m the seventh son of the Red Dust Demon Sect! My father is the Demon Ancestor! Let me go, or I’ll destroy your entire family!

In one of the private rooms.

An old woman, accompanied by a young girl, scrutinized Xiang Junchen on the stage.

"Grandma, I want him. I want this man. I want him as my husband," the young girl whined, clutching the old woman’s arm. If anyone else saw this, they would undoubtedly feel nauseous.

This young girl was enormous, extraordinarily obese, with arms as thick as an average person’s thighs.

What stood out most were her features—rolls of fat obscuring her face, with tiny, bean-sized eyes almost squished together.

Looking at the dashing and aloof Xiang Junchen, she started drooling uncontrollably, revealing a jagged, terrifying row of teeth.

"Alright, alright. My precious grandchild wants him as her husband, and she shall have him. After I win him in the auction, we’ll cripple his cultivation base so he can serve my sweet grandchild wholeheartedly," the old woman said with a chilling grin, patting the young girl lightly on the head.

This old woman was no ordinary character.

A Demon Expert, unaffiliated with any faction, roamed the land with her granddaughter, her methods sinister and vicious. Even large sects avoided provoking such individuals.

Such people were called "barefooted wanderers."

Barefooted people fear nothing; they could take their time retaliating.

In other private rooms, powerhouses did the same.

They examined Xiang Junchen carefully. Some were clearly interested in this fine specimen, particularly given his illustrious lineage—it only fueled their excitement further.

That sort of fervor was incomprehensible to outsiders.

The event was populated with many old women of significant power. They had cultivated alone for years, leaving them lonely and somewhat twisted—it was only natural.

Desire and emotion were part of being human.

To truly achieve a state of total detachment, one would need to attain an inconceivably high level of enlightenment—something even Saints couldn’t reach.

In another private room.

The Demon Ancestor seethed with rage. Demonic Qi filled the space. The elderly man standing beside him said, "Demon Ancestor, the Young Master appears unharmed. However, the competition for him will be intense. The Purple Extreme Demonic Eye is a closely guarded secret of our sect, and many will covet it."

"Hmph! That useless brat! To be captured and sold like this—no matter the cost, I must buy him back!"

If he failed to retrieve his son, he couldn’t bear to imagine the fate awaiting him. The possibilities were horrifying. Some Demon Experts had mastered the Bloodline Tracking Technique. Using Xiang Junchen as a foundation, they might even manipulate the Demon Ancestor’s own bloodline, potentially threatening his position.

Mao Si smiled and said, "As you’ve all seen, this Young Master of the Red Dust Demon Sect is the most valuable individual we’ve ever auctioned in the history of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion."

"Whether you’re buying him as a Furnace Tripod or a servant, he’s an excellent choice."

"Heavenly Treasure Pavilion never inflates prices unnecessarily. The bidding will proceed according to your own decisions."

"Let the bidding begin."

At this moment.

Lin Fan sat up straight. The critical moment had arrived. Whether he struck it rich depended on how much his fellow Daoists were willing to spend.

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