Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 234 - 0231: Such a Miserable Life

The Demon Ancestor rose abruptly, rage radiating from him. He hadn’t expected that someone would still compete with him—given what he’d said, by standard protocol, everyone should defer to him and refrain from fighting for it.

He softened his expression and said, "Fellow Daoist, please show me some respect. My son was defeated while outside and sold to this place. As his father, I must save him no matter the cost. If you’re willing to let go, I will be eternally grateful."

"Haha, interesting! A dignified Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect actually hesitating over mere Spirit Stones and repeatedly asking everyone to respect you. Doesn’t this tarnish your dignified reputation as the Demon Ancestor?"

"Initially, I had no interest in him, but since my granddaughter fancies your son, naturally I must secure him for her,"

came the calm response of the old woman, showing not the slightest regard for his prestige or status.

The Demon Ancestor started to glean the identity of the opposite party from this fragmented information. "If your granddaughter fancies my son, it is his fortune. I am willing to form an alliance through marriage with you."

The old woman replied, "No need. I prefer to keep my granddaughter by my side rather than allow her to stay in your Red Dust Demon Sect. There’s no point in discussing further—let’s continue bidding; may the highest bidder win."

"Manager Mao Si, if there’s no other bid, finalize it immediately."

Mao Si responded, "Thirty million Spirit Stones! Does any fellow Daoist wish to bid higher? If not, the decision will soon be final."

"Thirty-one million Spirit Stones."

The Demon Ancestor spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, evidently irritated by the old woman’s behavior.

Meanwhile, in other private rooms occupied by powerful cultivators,

they found the situation quite entertaining. From his words and actions, everyone seemed to infer the identity of the Demon Ancestor.

But truth be told,

even the Demon Ancestor dared not take action against the old woman.

This old woman was no ordinary person—her rise as a Demon Path authority single-handedly spoke volumes about her terrifying methods. freёnovelkiss.com

"Hmph! The great Demon Ancestor being so stingy, bidding by mere increments of a million Spirit Stones—how embarrassing!"

"Forty million Spirit Stones."

The old woman countered unflinchingly. Her ruthless escalation from thirty-one million to forty million in one go stunned everyone with her sheer domineering aura.

No one knew just how wealthy this old woman was. At least, she didn’t have to spend resources cultivating sect disciples, meaning her expenses were minimal. Wandering the world for ages, she’d amassed countless treasures.

These treasures had long laid the foundation for her extraordinary wealth.

"So domineering!"

Lin Fan marveled, eager to uncover the identity of this old grandma. Her overwhelming authority left him astonished—what did it mean to be rich and powerful? She was the definition, shattering conventions with her jaw-dropping bids.

In his private room, the Demon Ancestor’s expression twisted slightly. He truly was rattled by her resolute actions—it was now glaringly obvious that she intended to see this fight to the bitter end.

"Long Shangpo, do you truly intend to proceed like this?" the Demon Ancestor growled.

Before Long Shangpo could reply,

Lin Fan couldn’t hold back and interjected, "Manager Mao Si, this is the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion auction—is intimidation now permissible during auctions? The principle of ’the highest bidder wins’ is an eternal truth; how can such blatant declarations be tolerated? If this goes unchecked, your reputation as the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion will suffer irreparably."

In surrounding rooms, the powerful cultivators felt compelled to clap.

This particular Daoist had hit the mark perfectly with his criticism and eloquence.

Applause.

Praise.

The Demon Ancestor took a deep breath. "Who are you?"

When had the Demon Ancestor ever been humiliated to this extent?

"Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect, just remember that the phrase ’there’s always someone better, and skies beyond the sky’ applies to all. This is not a place where you can act recklessly; beware calamity and regret," Lin Fan proclaimed.

Even Mao Si was shaken by Lin Fan’s audacity—this was an act of dominance executed with impeccable timing. Nonetheless, Mao Si added, "Demon Ancestor, kindly refrain from disrupting the auction’s process. The guest in this private room is a distinguished patron of our Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. If he has any grievances, we may have to politely request that you leave and take some time to calm down."

This remark was a subtle nudge to uphold Lin Fan’s prestige.

The reaction was immediate.

Everyone grew deeply curious about the mysterious Daoist in the private room. Who could command such favor from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to the point of threatening to eject the Demon Ancestor over potential dissatisfaction?

It sounded almost exaggerated.

"Fine. Let’s resume the auction. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion is renowned for its integrity—any rare treasures brought here have been auctioned with transparency for millennia. Fellow Daoists should all be familiar with our operating principles."

"We are currently at forty million Spirit Stones. Will anyone bid higher?"

Mao Si carried on expertly. Though his cultivation wasn’t worth mentioning compared to the assembled powerhouses, this was still the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion—not even the most formidable figures dared to cause a scene.

The Demon Ancestor’s face darkened, his breathing visibly uneven.

"Demon Ancestor..." A nearby elder attempted to speak, only for the Demon Ancestor to interrupt him. Standing quietly to the side, the elder understood the gravity of the situation—the Demon Ancestor was contemplating, as this involved the sect’s Young Master, a matter of utmost importance.

At last,

the Demon Ancestor’s voice echoed.

"Fifty million Spirit Stones."

This was the absolute limit he could bear. If someone bid higher, he would withdraw—although the Red Dust Demon Sect was wealthy, the decisions weren’t his alone to make.

"Sixty million," came Long Shangpo’s voice.

A ripple went through the other private rooms, the occupants clearly shaken.

Sixty million Spirit Stones—what kind of sum was that?

One Third Grade Spirit Vein, if blessed with decent fortune, could yield roughly ten million Spirit Stones. The current bid was equivalent to six Third Grade Spirit Veins—a staggering valuation. It wasn’t even for some ultimate treasure but simply for a Nascent Soul Realm Young Master carrying the Red Dust Demon Sect’s secret technique. Truly an astonishing price.

Even Mao Si had not anticipated such a bid.

Initially, when the Demon Ancestor bid thirty million, the others had already shown deference by not continuing to compete. But now Long Shangpo gave no regard whatsoever, escalating dramatically.

The situation grew increasingly awkward.

But what could be done?

Utter helplessness.

Drained of strength, the Demon Ancestor sank back into his seat, inhaling deeply before muttering darkly, "Long Shangpo, I’ll remember this."

Yet what could he do against Long Shangpo?

There was simply no pathway—Long Shangpo had traversed these lands for centuries, fearing no one, always bringing her granddaughter along with her. Anyone who dared provoke her would face relentless pursuit unto death. It was merely a matter of how much time one had to endure her wrath.

"Demon Ancestor, are you truly not rescuing our Young Master?" the elder queried.

The Demon Ancestor shook his head. "No, it’s beyond the limit. If there’s blame, the boy can only curse his bad luck. But at times, unexpected situations can be opportunities. I’ve done all I can."

The elder said no more.

When the Demon Ancestor had made up his mind, there was no room for argument.

"Any further bids?"

Mao Si scanned the room, ensuring that no one responded before announcing:

"This auction is officially concluded; the Red Dust Demon Sect’s Young Master now belongs to the Daoist in private room number eight."

Xiang Junchen struggled, roaring internally, "Father, save me! Save me!" But his cries were silent, unheard.

Disbelief contorted his face.

His own father had abandoned him.

"No! No!"

"I don’t want to be sold away!"

In another private room,

"Grandmother, he’s mine now!" the young maiden cheered, clapping in delight and tugging at her grandmother’s sleeve, nearly leaping with glee.

The old woman let out a sigh, feeling as if her joints had been shaken loose. "Alright, alright, granddaughter, this time grandmother handled your life’s major decision. From now on, you must take good care of this rascal—I’ve spent almost half my savings on him, so don’t you dare lose him!"

The maiden nodded fervently, "Grandmother, rest assured! I’ll never lose him. I’ll make sure he stays by my side forever."

Lin Fan sat motionless, his heart thundering with excitement. With such immense wealth in hand, how could he remain calm? He nearly burst out laughing.

Who would’ve thought that capturing a Young Master could yield such profits?

Still, he was acutely aware:

Opportunities like this were hard to come by, arising only when the stars aligned perfectly.

What he didn’t realize was that the stratospheric auction price was entirely thanks to a wealthy maiden and an indulgent grandmother devoted enough to invest so heavily—for no better reason than the girl’s fancy for Xiang Junchen.

Without this coincidence,

the auction would never have reached sixty million.

Such an amount was enough to purchase a mid-to-high-grade Dao Artifact.

But now it was used to purchase a Young Master—it boggled the mind.

In the VIP suite,

"Master Lin, here are the sixty million Spirit Stones from the auction," Mao Si placed a storage ring in front of Lin Fan, marveling, "I truly hadn’t anticipated such a price. My estimation was at most twenty million—it’s incredibly astonishing to hit sixty million."

Lin Fan stowed the sixty million Spirit Stones, then pulled out six million and handed them to Mao Si.

"Master Lin, what’s the meaning of this?" Mao Si asked.

Lin Fan smiled, "Rules are rules. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion takes a ten percent commission for assisting auctions. I’ll need your help for future sales, so let’s adhere to the norm. No need for much talk—please accept it."

Mao Si hadn’t planned to take a cut from Lin Fan, but seeing the insistence, he eventually nodded, replying,

"Fine, then I’ll accept."

"However, Master Lin, let me caution you: do not repeat this too often. If the purchasing sect decides to reclaim their people, it could expose your identity—with severe consequences. It’s best to tread lightly."

Mao Si spoke earnestly.

A similar case had occurred in the past, ending in gruesome results that had shaken all who witnessed.

"Understood." Lin Fan grinned, appearing agreeable outwardly. Whether he actually took Mao Si’s advice to heart was another matter entirely. With such lucrative prospects, he certainly wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.

In the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion guest chamber,

The young maiden couldn’t suppress her excitement; she yearned to meet her "husband" immediately.

The old woman pushed open the door, revealing Xiang Junchen lying on the bed. "You rascal! Causing me to spend this astronomical sum—you’re truly undeserving. However, since my granddaughter favors you, it makes you worthwhile. From now on, don’t entertain any delusions. Just be a proper companion for my granddaughter, and I won’t mistreat you."

Xiang Junchen, trembling, pleaded, "Senior, please, spare me! I’ll share the cultivation method for the ’Purple Extreme Demon Eyes’ Great Divine Power! Just let me go!"

"Haha, brat, the ’Purple Extreme Demon Eyes’ Great Divine Power is indeed excellent, but it doesn’t justify the hefty price I paid for you. What truly made you valuable was my granddaughter’s admiration. Put your fantasies aside." The old woman approached Xiang Junchen and remarked, "Your aura reeks of corruption; you’ve slain countless people and committed innumerable sins. It’s only right that you stay by my side so I can cleanse your karmic debt."

As her words concluded,

she pointed a finger, instantly shattering his cultivation.

"You..."

Xiang Junchen felt his entire body weaken, robbed of mana and shocked beyond belief. A century of arduous cultivation had vanished in an instant.

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