Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1923 - 1960: Forces Converge
"This is really hilarious, Brother Ding. Seeing them being so respectful makes me want to laugh!"
At this moment, Ding Fan looked at Xia Ling’s smug smile, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he softly said to Xia Ling:
"Did you use your Heavenly Sound Sect status again?"
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, Xia Ling’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, and she looked at Ding Fan with shock, saying:
"Brother Ding, how did you know about this?"
Seeing Xia Ling’s astonished expression, Ding Fan frowned slightly and said to her with a hint of resignation:
"Your strength is just so-so. Without something to make them fear you, how could they be so respectful? The key point is, it seems like the only identity you have to boast about is your Heavenly Sound Sect status, right?"
After hearing Ding Fan’s words, Xia Ling’s mouth opened slightly wider, her lips trembling slightly, and she admiringly said to Ding Fan:
"Brother Ding, you’re amazing. I never thought you could deduce this."
Then, a serious expression flashed across Ding Fan’s face as he listened to Xia Ling’s words. His lips twitched slightly as he calmly said to Xia Ling:
"Xia Ling, in the future, don’t use your Heavenly Sound Sect status easily."
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, Xia Ling also showed a surprised look in her eyes, her lips trembled slightly, and she softly said to Ding Fan:
"Okay, Brother Ding, I understand..."
Only after Ding Fan heard Xia Ling’s words did his expression relax slightly. He nodded gently and said to Xia Ling:
"Alright, now let me see what treasures are in this auction?"
After hearing Ding Fan’s words, an excited gleam appeared in Xia Ling’s eyes, and she teased Ding Fan gently:
"Brother Ding, the auctions in the Divine Realm are far beyond what the Cultivation World can compare to..."
After hearing Xia Ling’s words, Ding Fan nodded his head lightly twice, a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes, and he looked eagerly at the large high platform.
As time passed, more and more divine warriors entered the auction hall. Feeling the powerful aura emanating from these people, Ding Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curled, and he murmured softly:
"The show is finally about to begin..."
At that moment, as Ding Fan and Xia Ling sat steadily in the room, a group of burly men dressed in black slowly arrived outside. In the center of the men was a young man with ferocious dragons tattooed all over his body, exuding an intense aura of dominance.
As soon as this group entered, a sharp light flashed across Ding Fan’s eyes as he stared intently at the dragon-tattooed man.
Xia Ling noticed Ding Fan’s unusual behavior, following his gaze to the young man surrounded by the burly men with dragon tattoos.
Seeing this, Xia Ling’s eyes also flickered with a sharp light, and she said softly to Ding Fan:
"He’s the son of the City Lord of this third-class city. Arrogant and domineering, he has offended many people in the Divine Realm because of his temperament. If it weren’t for his father’s position as the City Lord, his body would likely be hung on the city walls the next day..."
After hearing Xia Ling’s words, a hint of surprise flashed in Ding Fan’s eyes, and he softly asked Xia Ling:
"Do you know him?"
Listening to Ding Fan’s question, Xia Ling’s lips curled slightly, her tone paused, and she replied softly to Ding Fan:
"Having been part of the Heavenly Sound Sect, I know a bit about the various forces in the Divine Realm. Besides, it’s no surprise I know about Wang Yu since his infamy has long spread..."
Listening to Xia Ling, Ding Fan nodded slightly, a sharp light gleaming in his eyes, and he softly said to Xia Ling:
"This Wang Yu is quite powerful..."
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, Xia Ling’s pupils shrank slightly, and she replied with a slight pause in her voice:
"Brother Ding, I’ve never heard of Wang Yu being particularly strong; on the contrary, rumors say he’s quite weak. If he didn’t have bodyguards constantly at his side, he would have been dealt with long ago."
Upon hearing Xia Ling’s words, Ding Fan’s eyes revealed a glimmer of interest, his lips curling slightly, and he softly said to Xia Ling:
"No... Wang Yu’s strength surpasses those burly men around him. It seems your previous intel wasn’t entirely accurate..."
At this moment, upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, Xia Ling’s mouth immediately gaped open in surprise, her eyes filled with astonishment, her lips quivering slightly, and she slowly began to speak to Ding Fan:
"Brother Ding, you’re saying Wang Yu was pretending to be weak before?"
Upon hearing Xia Ling’s words, Ding Fan’s eyes also showed a hint of seriousness. His lips quivered slightly, and he slowly began to speak to Xia Ling:
"That’s right, Wang Yu must have a special purpose for coming to this auction..."
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, Xia Ling’s eyes also showed a hint of contemplation. After pondering for a moment, she gently shook her head, smirked slightly, and then spoke softly in Wang Yu’s direction:
"No matter what, Wang Yu should have nothing to do with us..."
Listening to Xia Ling’s words, Ding Fan also nodded slightly. Meanwhile, a white-robed young man walked into the auction hall, surrounded by many frivolous women.
A delicate aura emanated from the white-robed handsome man. Upon seeing the young man, Ding Fan’s eyes immediately narrowed, and a hint of seriousness emerged from his gaze.
Beside him, Xia Ling also showed a hint of surprise in her eyes when she saw the white-robed handsome man walk in. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she spoke softly to Ding Fan:
"Brother Ding, this white-robed young man entering is the head senior disciple of the Qingyu Sect, the only Second-Class Force nearby in this Third-Class City, Yan Yu."
Upon hearing Xia Ling’s words, Ding Fan nodded twice, yet his eyes remained locked onto Yan Yu.
Seeing Ding Fan’s expression, Xia Ling nodded slightly herself, and continued:
"The Qingyu Sect is the only Third-Class Sect nearby, and critically, it only accepts female disciples. They outright reject males, but for some reason, their Sect Leader took Yan Yu as a disciple..."
After hearing this, Ding Fan nodded slightly again, paused briefly, and spoke softly to Xia Ling:
"Yan Yu is indeed extraordinary. Despite his frivolous appearance, I can sense an overwhelmingly powerful force within him."
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, Xia Ling nodded slightly, not refuting Ding Fan’s statement, as Yan Yu was the head senior disciple of the Qingyu Sect. Without some strength, he wouldn’t hold such a title.
Ding Fan then glanced at Wang Yu and Yan Yu, his eyes showing a playful glint as he smirked gently and spoke:
"It really gets more and more interesting..."
Seeing the excitement on Ding Fan’s face, Xia Ling’s eyes also showed a hint of doubt, her lips quivering slightly as she gently nodded.
By now, most attendees had arrived at the auction. A tall and beautiful woman gracefully walked in, her alluring figure stirring excitement among many buyers.
"Welcome to our auction. Today is a significant day for us, as we welcome three distinguished guests: Young Master Wang Yu from the City Lord Mansion and head senior disciple Yan Yu from Qingyu Sect."
Listening to these names from the stage, everyone showed a hint of shock, clearly familiar with these two figures.
Audience members murmured in surprise, questioning the beautiful woman:
"Miss, did you make a mistake? There are only two distinguished guests, where’s the third one?"
"Exactly, only these two forces are the strongest around our Third-Class City. Where did the third force come from?"
The woman on the stage, hearing the audience, let a charming smile slip as her eyes flickered slightly, and she spoke softly:
"The third guest is Madam Xia from the Sect Leader of the Second-Class Peak Force, Heavenly Sound Sect. She is our auction’s most esteemed guest today..."
Upon hearing the woman’s explanation, everyone instantly showed astonishment, mouths agape in shock:
"What? Heavenly Sound Sect, a force comparable to a First-Class Sect? That’s terrifying! Why would Heavenly Sound Sect’s Madam visit our place?"
"Miss, your auction house didn’t misjudge, right? Couldn’t it be a scam?"
The woman on stage, listening to the audience’s doubts, showed a hint of frost in her eyes, smirked slightly, and softly spoke:
"Rest assured, our auction house never makes mistakes. We’ve verified Madam Xia’s identity; she’s indeed from Heavenly Sound Sect..."
