[Fantasy] The Great Sage's Joyful Heaven (Complete) - Chapter 32

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Chapter 322 Peerless
: 10-21 10:19:41 Word Count: 3087

Seeing the expressions of the men and women below the stage, Liao Xingchen smiled. She knew she had succeeded, with just one sentence.
"The guest who just performed the amazing zither music to open the event was none other than Hua Wuse, the master of 'Dreamy Three Lives,' one of the three great zithers of the two continents. Master Wuse's amazing skills are the beginning of this event. During the intervals between the auctions of the ten sets of ornaments, more guests will perform for the event. Among the performing guests are the other two of the 'Three Great Zithers'—Han Yan, the master of 'Transcendental Immortal Sound,' and Jin Xingye, the master of 'Empty Mountain Spiritual Rain,' as well as the 'Four Talented Women'—Yuan Ziyi, the 'Ice Beauty,' Qin Shuangwu, the 'Dreamy Dream,' and Si Mianmian, the 'Iron Horse and Golden Spear.' Besides these five talented women, there will also be a mystery guest performing. Please believe that this event will bring you endless wonderful memories and unforgettable excitement!" Liao Xingchen said emotionally.
The slow, deliberate tone heightened everyone's interest. Hearing that three of the three renowned zither players and four talented women would perform for the event, the crowd was not just pleased, but astonished.
Since their emergence, the "Three Renowned Zither Players" and the "Four Talented Women" had never met in pairs, and no one had the influence to invite both. To invite even one was a tremendous honor and source of pride. And now, they had invited almost all of them at once! Even without Hua Xiaoxiao, the "Thousand Miles of Bright Moon" among the "Four Talented Women," it was enough to shock the world.
Yan Nange—who exactly was he? How could he have such influence! This was the thought in the minds of almost everyone inside and outside the venue.
"Now, let's begin the auction of the first set of purple-gold jewelry." As Liao Xingchen's voice fell, two identical, red-clad beauties with veils gracefully carried two exquisite crystal trays onto the stage. Each tray contained an object covered with red silk. They placed the two jade plates on the sandalwood table in the center of the stage and stood respectfully to one side.
The two beauties in red were the Lianxi sisters.
Li Yuanfeng then came up, while Liao Xingchen and the two women gracefully returned to the backstage.
"Friends, distinguished guests, please look at the first set of purple-gold jewelry." Li Yuanfeng deliberately spoke slowly, then looked at the crowd, smiled slightly, and with one hand holding the jade plate, slowly lifted the red silk to reveal the flowing, shimmering purple-gold jewelry on a crystal stand. Under the warm sunlight, the jewelry radiated an alluring glow.
Li Yuanfeng held the crystal plate for the crowd to admire for two minutes before placing it on the auction table.
"I believe you have all seen this set of jewelry, which can be described as divine. This set is entirely crafted from purple gold, which is hundreds or thousands of times more precious than gold. It consists of ten pieces: hairpin, earrings, necklace, armlet, bracelet, chain, ring, waist chain, anklet, and anklet.
As we all know, although purple gold is very beautiful, it is a very difficult metal to melt. So far, only Master Lin, Mr. Yan Nange's master, has successfully crafted a purple gold bracelet, pioneering the use of purple gold jewelry. Purple gold jewelry can be said to be the most precious type of jewelry.
The set in front of you is made of purple gold inlaid with bright moonstones. The flower ornament is a rare flower that grows in a fairyland in legend, called 'Red Beauty'.
In the legend, this flower is red, delicate and beautiful. This flower is magical; any woman who comes into contact with its flowers for a long time will become more and more beautiful. Therefore, 'Red Beauty' is an auspicious and beautiful flower." Li Yuanfeng paused for a moment, looking at the adoring faces below the stage.
"Everyone knows that purple gold has a beautiful color, but you probably don't know that it's also a metal that's very beneficial to the body. In fact, purple gold has a long history; it was once considered a divine object and worshipped by a certain tribe.
When they were sick, they used water infused with purple gold as a medicinal ingredient or for bathing, with miraculous effects.
To ensure the women of their tribe grew up healthy and beautiful, they also used water infused with purple gold to bathe the girls. Girls who used it regularly had exceptionally good skin and were more beautiful than those who hadn't.
Eventually, everyone used this water infused with purple gold for bathing, proving that purple gold..." Gold is magical, with significant effects on delaying aging and enhancing physical fitness, especially for women, where its benefits are immense.
In conclusion, the preciousness of purple-gold jewelry lies not only in its color but also in its magical properties. This set of purple-gold jewelry inlaid with moonstones is even more invaluable; the benefits of moonstones for women are well-known.
This set of purple-gold jewelry inlaid with moonstones is named "Peerless Beauty," with a starting price of six million taels, and bids of one hundred thousand taels per bid. Bidding begins! Li Yuanfeng took out a beautifully crafted golden hammer from another crystal tray and struck it with a "thud."
"Seven million taels!" a portly man in fine clothes shouted, raising his wooden paddle. After shouting, he glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, who gave him a charming smile in encouragement.
"Eight million taels!" a fat man shouted, raising his paddle and looking disdainfully at the box where the portly man was. He also glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, who gave him a charming smile, making him overjoyed.
"Ten million taels!" a handsome man shouted, raising his paddle. He scorned the two men in front of him, then put his arm around the beautiful woman beside him. The woman nestled happily into his embrace.
"Twenty-five million taels," another handsome man called out, his expression indifferent, as if he didn't care at all.
"I say, Your Highness, do you have a grudge against those people? Raising the price like that all at once, who would want it? You're just ripping them off. What if no one else bids? You'll be left with nothing. Haha," Huang Shiyi said.
Sima Zhongliu, Li Yuntang, Li Yunshi, and the others from Taixuan Manor also laughed.
"Brother Tang knew those people would definitely want it, so he deliberately made the price rise faster. I didn't expect that just one set of jewelry could sell for such a high price. Think of how many slaves could gain freedom with that money," Yan Nange exclaimed.
“My dear son-in-law, you truly have a compassionate heart, but you must know that most people in this world are blinded by greed. Even if millions are given freedom, many more will become slaves, facing a life-or-death dilemma,” Li Yuntang said with a sigh.
Yan Nange had already crafted ornaments for Li Fengxiao, Si Mianmian, and Jin Yueye, representing his love for his wife, inlaid with “gazing eyes,” and had also changed his address to Li Yuntang as father-in-law.
“I have repeatedly told my father to abolish the system of arbitrarily seizing slaves, but alas, when my father raised it in court, it was met with strong opposition from the faction of ministers led by the Left Chancellor, who said that ancestral rules could not be changed. Because there were too many opponents, it had to be dropped in the end. Even an emperor cannot control everything, it’s so frustrating,” Tang Zizheng said helplessly, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Chapter 323: Petty Scoundrels
: 10-21 10:19:42 Word Count: 3406

"Saying that ancestral rules cannot be violated is nothing more than fearing he'll lose his source of wealth and hinder his ambitions," Sima Zhongliu said disdainfully.
Yan Nange noticed the hatred for Left Prime Minister Zuo Debang in Tang Zizheng and Sima Zhongliu's expressions. It seemed that Zuo Debang, like his son, was no good and even less popular. Yan Nange became even more determined to eradicate the Huang family, thinking that even if her elder brother knew she was responsible, he wouldn't blame her.
Just as they were talking, the bid for the first set of purple-gold jewelry, "Peerless Beauty," had reached forty-five million taels.
"Fifty million taels," a middle-aged man who hadn't bid until now called out, his tone very calm, just as indifferent as Tang Zizheng's.
This man caught the attention of Yan Nange and his companions. Yan Nange didn't know who he was; he had never seen him before, but from his appearance, she could tell he was an emperor. It was quite unexpected that an emperor of a nation would come here. Could he also be here for the "Map of the Land and its People"?
Yan Nange probed him with her divine sense and found that the middle-aged man possessed profound skill. His appearance also suggested he wasn't a treacherous person, so Yan Nange thought she should try to get to know him, hoping to gain an ally for her future abolitionist cause.
However, she needed to understand this man's background first. Yan Nange didn't know if Tang Zizheng and the others knew him.
"Sixty million taels!" the first bidder, a large, fat man, shouted.
This time, no one else bid. The middle-aged man smiled calmly and remained silent.
Li Yuanfeng called "Sixty million taels" three times, and the set of purple-gold jewelry named "Peerless Beauty" was sold for sixty million taels of silver.
"Fifty million taels, just to win a smile from a beauty." Yan Nange wasn't happy about making such a large sum of money; instead, she found it somewhat absurd.
"For the poor, a hundred taels of silver is a fortune, but for the wealthy and noble, let alone ten million taels of silver, even ten million taels of gold is nothing," Huang Shiyi remarked with some emotion.
"That's how things are in the world; there's no absolute fairness. The rich spend money like water, while the poor sell their children and still struggle to survive," Sima Zhongliu said, gazing at the distant sky with a sigh.
Everyone fell silent, knowing that Sima Zhongliu was telling the truth—a reality that hadn't changed for thousands of years.
The crowd then looked back at the stage. Li Yuanfeng had already stepped off the stage, and the "Peerless Beauty" set had been taken backstage. It would be handed over to the buyer after the auction and the formalities were completed. If the buyer was in a hurry, they could complete the formalities and take it now.
Liao Xingchen, dressed in white, gracefully walked onto the stage with a swaying woman in blue.
A round of applause erupted from the audience, for although the woman was veiled, her beauty was undeniable. Most people were guessing who she was.
"Congratulations to Master Liu of the Reincarnation Continent on acquiring your 'Peerless Beauty'! Master Liu will receive the first VIP invitation to the jewelry business under Mr. Yan Nange's name. As the holder of this VIP invitation, you will have priority in ordering jewelry from Mr. Yan Nange and priority in purchasing jewelry from the business. Furthermore, as the holder of this VIP invitation, your name will be the first to appear in the business's VIP register, and you will have the same priority in all branches across the country." Liao Xingchen scanned the crowd, then looked at the portly wealthy merchant, Liu Qiaosheng.
Liu Qiaosheng was quite pleased with Liao Xingchen's words. Although he was a man who had seen many grand occasions, it still satisfied his vanity. At the same time, it would be much more convenient to buy and order jewelry for his beloved concubine in the future; it would be very prestigious. Seeing the gentle, submissive appearance of the beauty beside him, he felt that the money had been well spent.
Seeing Liu Qiaosheng's smug expression, Liao Xingchen felt a surge of joy; it seemed her idea was definitely feasible.
"The final winners of this auction will all receive VIP cards from Mr. Yan Nange's business, and will also enjoy the same rights as Master Liu. These ten VIPs will become permanent members of the business, receiving a precious purple-gold souvenir crafted by Mr. Yan Nange annually," Liao Xingchen continued.
A wave of excitement swept through the room; the winners of the jewelry received so many benefits. Many didn't care about the money, but these benefits were incredibly tempting. It was a symbol of status.
The VIPs were eager to bid, thinking it was time to make their move.
"Beside me is the beautiful lady, one of the 'Four Great Talented Women,' 'Iron Horse and Golden Spear,' the talented Si Mianmian. Next, Ms. Si will perform for you," Liao Xingchen gently squeezed Si Mianmian's hand, and the two exchanged a smile. Liao Xingchen gracefully walked down the aisle.
Applause erupted again, lasting for a long time.
Four beautiful women carried in a zither stand with an elegant guzheng and a brocade stool, placing them on the stage.
Si Mianmian sat down gracefully and gently plucked two notes, silencing the audience.
"The years of wandering the martial world hasten aging, the battlefield is never-ending with war!"
Si Mianmian recited these two lines of poetry softly, her voice carrying a faint sadness, a deep sense of vicissitude, and an indomitable, tragic grandeur, as if two invisible giant hands had forcefully gripped the throats of the crowd.
Cold, stinging, it brought tears to their eyes; tragic, it evoked a sense of struggle, it made them want to shout.
Just then, the zither music suddenly began, instantly transporting everyone to another world, another life.
The zither strings were suddenly plucked, stirring up smoke and fire, iron horses and golden spears, blood and tears.
The zither music transported everyone to a bloody battlefield. Yellow sand, red blood; billowing dust, flying heads—individual life here was fragile and powerless.
War, slaughter, icy rivers and deserts, golden spears and iron horses—cruel and real.
Zhang Xiaotian was also enjoying the zither music. The sound, though filled with endless sorrow, also possessed an irresistible, exhilarating quality. While listening, his eyes scanned the crowd like an eagle's. Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and a sharp glint flashed.
Zhang Xiaotian fixed his gaze on three people in the crowd. While others were immersed in the enigmatic music, these people were looking around nervously. Because Zhang Xiaotian was in a concealed vantage point, he could see those below, but they couldn't see him.
Zhang Xiaotian noticed that although these people were looking around, their movements were subtle, and their gazes were cold and devoid of emotion. He knew they were seasoned veterans, and he knew these three were assassins searching for their accomplices.
"Looks like things won't be quiet anymore. It's been a long time since I've really made a move. I'm really looking forward to it," Zhang Xiaotian smiled, contemplating how to silently eliminate them.
Sima Feiyun was also enjoying the music while watching the crowd. Suddenly, he smiled coldly, a chilling smile carrying a hidden killing intent.
"People these days have gotten bolder, daring to openly roam Black Dragon City. Today, I'll make sure you don't leave alive." Sima Feiyun stared at the group, realizing they were looking for allies. Sima Feiyun considered how to act without harming the innocent or disrupting the proceedings.

(Chapter 324, "Red Powder
," 10-21 10:19:42, 2861 words)

Yan Nange listened to his beloved wife's enigmatic zither music, his mind wandering, fully aware of the situation. He also noticed the suspicious individuals—a total of 231. The previous assassination attempt hadn't been resolved, and now another one had come knocking. However, this time was different; how could he deal with these scoundrels without alerting the crowd? Yan Nange observed them while devising a plan.
Inside the venue, there were 120 such individuals, and outside, 111. People outside the venue were slowly moving forward, while those inside remained seated and unmoving.
Yan Nange noticed that Sima Feiyun and Zhang Xiaotian were also intently watching the crowd; it seemed they too had noticed something amiss.
While the three were preoccupied with their own thoughts, Si Mianmian's zither music on stage played its final, long note, its lingering melody echoing. While everyone was still immersed in their own emotions, Si Mianmian gracefully stepped off the stage.
A moment later, thunderous applause and cheers erupted.
Amidst the applause, Liao Xingchen returned to the stage, followed by the Lianxi sisters, who placed two crystal trays covered with red silk on the auction table.
"Now we begin the auction of the second set of purple-gold jewelry. We hope everyone seizes this opportunity; the second VIP invitation awaits your signature." After speaking, Liao Xingchen and the Lianxi sisters walked hand-in-hand backstage.
Li Yuanfeng stood smiling before the auction table, scanning the surroundings. Finally, his gaze settled on the crystal plates on the table, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.
"Distinguished guests, please first admire this set of ornaments." Li Yuanfeng lifted one of the crystal plates and slowly unveiled the red silk. A set of ornaments, shrouded in a purple aura, was revealed before the crowd.
A collective gasp rippled through the room, finding this set even more exquisite than the previous one.
This was a common misconception; people assumed that items auctioned later must be masterpieces. However, this was not the case. The twenty sets of ornaments Yan Nange had given Li Yuanfeng were not of varying quality, differing only in their floral patterns and styles. Any distinction in quality stemmed from personal taste.
Li Yuanfeng displayed the pieces for two minutes, then set them down, surveying the room with a gleam in his eyes and a surge of excitement within him. He was about to introduce the second set of ornaments.
"A beautiful set of jewelry, or rather, a single piece of beautiful jewelry, is like a peerless beauty. We need to know how to appreciate and understand it to uncover its full beauty.
The value of a set of jewelry lies not only in its materials and craftsmanship, but also in whether it fully embodies care for women, making the jewelry not only beautiful but also very comfortable to wear. If it is beautiful but brings endless torment and pain, then it is not good jewelry, much less exquisite jewelry." Li Yuanfeng gazed into the void, his eyes filled with a burning desire, which everyone else also noticed.
"As everyone knows, Mr. Yan Nange is a chivalrous and gentle man. He understands women's thoughts very well, and he is also very clear about how women feel when wearing jewelry. It can be said that he understands women themselves better than any woman, perhaps even more deeply and clearly.
These ten sets of purple-gold jewelry for auction were all created by Mr. Yan Nange after fully comprehending and understanding women's thoughts, incorporating his own ideas, and pouring all his heart and soul into their creation. Rather than just creating jewelry, it's more accurate to say that he is fulfilling a dream of perfection for all women and for himself." Li Yuanfeng's eyes were filled with emotion and fervor, as if he had seen something that deeply moved him.
"These ten sets of ornaments are no longer merely adornments, decorations to enhance a woman's beauty. They are more accurately described as lives, magnificent works of art, for they possess their own thoughts and inner meaning. They not only have exquisite and captivating appearances, but also embody boundless tenderness and care for the wearer in every detail.
Each piece is meticulously crafted, striving for smoothness and roundness so as not to damage the wearer's delicate skin. Each piece has achieved maximum lightness, so the wearer will not feel a heavy burden of beauty. Each piece is tailored to the perfect measurements of a standard beauty, and I believe the wearer will feel a seamless fit, as if custom-made." Li Yuanfeng's eyes shone with piety and adoration, convincing everyone that what he said was absolutely true, and making them doubt his integrity.
What Li Yuanfeng said was, in fact, merely creating an impression and a trap: the ornaments crafted by Yan Nange represent a standard and a high level of artistry. If you are not suited to them or do not appreciate them, it simply means you are not yet a standard beauty or you do not yet appreciate the high level of these ornaments.
While Yan Nange's works certainly demonstrate thoughtfulness and wisdom, they aren't as perfect as he claims. However, perfection often needs language to convey and enhance it; if everyone says Yan Nange's works are perfect, then they are perfect.
Undeniably, in the world today, Yan Nange's works are among the most outstanding, for no one possesses his unparalleled skill and ingenious design, nor his profound understanding of women. There
is no absolute perfection in the world, but Yan Nange's emergence introduced a new concept of perfection to the world of ornamentation. He is a towering mountain, reaching for the heavens, leaving countless artisans in awe, yet powerless to climb. He seems destined to be a legend.
"In the fairyland, there is a beautiful flower, also a delicate pink. It grows beside a clear, pure, gently flowing fairy stream, amidst tender, jade-like fairy herbs. It stands alone amidst the verdant greenery, lonely yet not alone, for it possesses a joyful and serene heart. It smiles in the golden breeze and dances gracefully in the dew. When it blooms in its most magnificent glory, its blossoms float in the fairyland's sky, transforming into dazzling starlight after eighty-one days, captivating the fairy herbs and enchanting the fairy stream. It is the fairy among flowers. The
floral design used in this set of ornaments is based on this beautiful fairyland flower.
The second set of ornaments in the Yan Nange Purple Gold Ornament Auction is named 'Pink Fairy.'
Starting price: seven million taels of silver, bidding increments of one hundred thousand taels. Begin!" Li Yuanfeng's golden gavel struck again.
"Brother, where did you hear the legends about these flowers, and where did you see what they look like?" Tang Zizheng asked curiously. (

Chapter 325, The Venue
: 10-21 10:19:43, 2848 words)

Yan Nange smiled, thinking that Yuan Feng was truly capable. If he didn't know his own situation, he probably would have been completely fooled. Even so, he still found Li Yuanfeng's words very persuasive and persuasive, especially his sincere and earnest expression, making it impossible to doubt that he was making things up. This was what they called a genius.
"Brother, actually, I just saw the patterns of these flowers in a book. As for the legends, hehe. They were all made up by my brother Li Yuanfeng himself. I admit, what he said is more convincing than the truth. What a talent!" Yan Nange praised with a smile.
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, but then quickly understood. Considering that he had crafted a hundred sets of ornaments in just two days, they could accept such an unbelievable feat, so this was naturally no problem either. Li Yuanfeng is undeniably talented, as they all know he orchestrated this grand event, with Yan Nange merely acting as the executor.
Like master, like servant; a strong general has no weak soldiers.
While everyone was bidding scrambled to bid, Yan Nange quietly slipped out of the private room.
"Xiaotian, Second Brother Sima, did you see those people?"
"I saw sixty-three from this side, all acting suspiciously, but they seem to be experts," Zhang Xiaotian said.
"I saw sixty-five from my side, and they are indeed all experts," Sima Feiyun frowned.
"I saw more than you all combined. One hundred and twenty were sitting inside the venue, and one hundred and eleven were sitting outside, a total of two hundred and thirty-one. And this may not even be all of them," Yan Nange said.
"With our manpower, subduing them shouldn't be difficult. The key is how to do it without alerting the organizers and harming innocent spectators. They seem ready to attack; I wonder if they're carrying anything highly dangerous, like thunderbolts or ghost fire. If those were thrown into the crowd, the situation would be uncontrollable." Sima Feiyun was no longer as relaxed as when he first saw the enemy. He hadn't expected so many enemies, and so scattered. "
Master, we must act immediately. They seem ready to strike. Look at their current positions; they're the best spots for an effective attack. If I'm not mistaken, they do carry those highly dangerous hidden weapons, just as the general said. Master, my brothers have sleeping pills and blowguns." Zhang Xiaotian didn't continue; he knew Yan Nange understood.
"Alright. Four people per group, be careful. Second Brother Sima, I need your men to cooperate and seal off the passage between the inside and outside of the arena." Yan Nange said to Zhang Xiaotian and Sima Feiyun separately.
Yan Nange pointed out the locations of each person, and Zhang Xiaotian, after memorizing them, went to carry out his orders. Sima Feiyun reassured Yan Nange that there would be no flaws and also left. Yan Nange returned to the VIP area. He felt that their target might be him, but it could also be the entire VIP area and the backstage.
In any case, they were determined to disrupt this event. It seemed they were in cahoots with the previous group; seeing they couldn't kill him, they were trying to steal his money. Yan Nange secretly speculated.
Yan Nange returned to his VIP box, shared a brief moment of intimacy with his wives, and then sat down with the group of men.
At this time, the second set of jewelry had already been auctioned off for 80 million taels of silver to a wealthy man from the Reincarnation Continent.
The sound of a harp began to play on the stage; it was Yan Nange's beloved wife, Mingchan.
Yan Nange listened to the heavenly music played by his wife's delicate hands while intently watching the enemies and the movements near the VIP area and backstage. He absolutely could not allow these people to get into trouble at his auction; otherwise, how could he do business in the future?
Today, Ming Chan wore a long blue gauze dress, her golden hair styled in an exquisite bun, adorned with a purple-gold headdress crafted for her by Yan Nange, making her appear even more noble and elegant. She wore a blue veil, her figure alluring and seductive, giving her a mysterious, captivating, and noble air. At this moment, her beautiful, azure eyes, like the vast ocean sky, gazed into the void, her delicate hands lightly stroking the air, and melodious celestial music floated above Tianlong Square.
This melodious and ethereal music created a sense of tranquility and dreamlike peace in all who heard it, and everyone was captivated by its exquisite beauty.
Outside the venue, four plainclothes disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect surrounded an enemy from four directions. Because the area outside and inside the venue was blocked by soldiers pretending to change shifts, they couldn't exchange signals with those in front and dared not make a move. When some of them realized someone was trying to approach them and something was wrong, it was too late. They felt a numbness or a strong fragrance and then fainted. These people were swiftly subdued.
After Ming Chan finished playing her song, the 1210 people outside the venue were completely under control. As the crowd cheered and applauded, they were swiftly led away. Fortunately, they were all strong, and the venue wasn't too crowded; otherwise, it would have been difficult to remove them unnoticed.
Those inside the venue, with their view obstructed and surrounded by soldiers, dared not move, planning to contact them again once the soldiers had calmed down. Their role in this operation was to apprehend and disrupt people in the VIP area, forcing Yan Nange to reveal himself. Otherwise, with so many private rooms, no one knew his location, and without an inside man, finding him was extremely difficult. This method was the only option.
Actually, they preferred to kill Yan Nange in another setting. Even if Yan Nange was powerful, he wasn't a god; a barrage of attacks would surely overwhelm him. However, Yan Nange was incredibly elusive; no one knew his whereabouts or location. Attacking him here was a last resort, a terrible idea they all knew. But they had to obey orders, or face certain death. Humans are always helpless.
Yan Nange saw that the operation outside the venue had succeeded. Below were the people inside the venue, and those who hadn't yet been discovered. These people also needed to be dealt with, but everyone inside was seated and orderly. If a group of people suddenly entered, it would inevitably arouse their suspicion. If they became desperate and acted rashly, the situation would be uncontrollable. A foolproof plan was needed. Yan Nange began to devise a scheme.
Liao Xingchen and the Lianxi sisters had already gracefully walked off the stage. The auction for the third set of purple-gold jewelry had begun, and Li Yuanfeng was once again using his silver tongue to incite and seduce the crowd's possessiveness and vanity.

Chapter 326 Purple Spirit
: 10-21 10:19:43 Word Count: 3322

"In the fairyland there is a lake, its water clear and pure, but devoid of any fish or other creatures. Only a type of peanut exists in this lake called 'Lingbo'." Li Yuanfeng looked longingly into the void, as if that were the fairyland and Lingbo Lake he described.
"Ordinary flowers grow on land, even lotuses bloom on the water's surface. But this flower grows and blooms in the water. In the water, its purple petals are tender, and its fragrance is incomparable, permeating the entire Lingbo Lake with its captivating beauty. Lingbo Lake is brimming with spiritual energy, yet only this beautiful, fragrant purple flower can survive. This is because other creatures simply cannot absorb the excessive spiritual energy, while only this flower can. Therefore, this wondrous flower is the most spiritually potent flower in the fairyland.
This flower cannot leave the lake water..." Once it emerges from the water, the flower transforms into a purple crystal in the shape of a flower. Any creature that approaches this crystal flower will be imbued with its rich spiritual energy, transforming from ordinary to extraordinary, undergoing a complete metamorphosis, never to be the same again.
This beautiful purple flower also has a beautiful name: 'Purple Spirit Crystal'. The floral design used in this set of ornaments is based on this flower.
Now, I announce: the third set of ornaments to be auctioned at the Yan Nange Purple Gold Ornament Auction is named 'Purple Spirit's Splendor'. Starting price: eight million taels, bids of one hundred thousand taels at a time, bidding begins! The golden hammer struck.
"Eight million five hundred thousand taels."
"Nine million taels."
...
"Brother, the starting price of your ornaments is getting higher and higher, and the auction price is getting higher and higher too. You really have a business mind," Sima Zhongliu said admiringly.
"Brother, please don't tease me. You know everything about this auction was handled by my little brother, Li Yuanfeng. He even set the prices. I don't deal with these things. But my little brother is truly a business genius. Look at him, he's doing everything for the first time, but if I didn't tell you, who would believe it's his first time? That's probably the difference between a genius and an ordinary person. A genius does everything with ease, while an ordinary person does everything with difficulty," Yan Nange said calmly.
Everyone nodded, and at the same time, they all admired Li Yuanfeng immensely. This person was young, but very mature and magnanimous. To do something so well on his first try was truly admirable!
"Mr. Zhou, Brother Xiao, after the auction, I'll call Yuanfeng over and introduce him to you," Yan Nange said to the two managers who had been speaking very little.
The two nodded happily; they were also looking forward to having a good chat with this outstanding young man.
At this time, the price of the "Purple Spirit Splendor" set had reached ninety million taels of silver.
"One hundred million!" a clear, sweet voice called out.
A roar of cheers erupted from the audience. This was the first woman's voice at this auction.
It's important to understand that in both continents, women held a subordinate position. Whether a princess of a nation or a common girl from a humble family, they could only obey men.
This voice, decisive and powerful, clearly carried the tone of someone with decision-making authority. Everyone was curious about who this voice belonged to and looked in the direction from which it came.
Yan Nange judged that the woman was young, probably around twenty years old. She also looked over curiously; the voice was actually coming from a nearby private room.
There stood a woman dressed in black, her face veiled in black gauze. Her skin, exposed outside the black dress, was snow-white and translucent, shimmering with a captivating luster, like jade—extremely alluring. Yan Nange thought she was a beauty.
Her dark eyes, like stars, seemed to sense Yan Nange's gaze and looked at him with an aggressive intensity, a wildness Yan Nange had never seen before. Even Lie Qianqian's gaze hadn't been this aggressive.
Yan Nange didn't argue with her, smiled calmly, and withdrew his gaze.
"One hundred and twenty million taels," another gentle and sweet female voice announced.
The sound caused an uproar both inside and outside the hall. The woman who had just increased her price by ten million taels was already astonishing, but this one was even more ruthless, increasing it by twenty million taels—twenty million taels, not two taels! Yet, judging from the gentle tone of her voice, she seemed completely unconcerned. Who was this woman? Everyone, near and far, strained to see her, hoping to catch a glimpse of this remarkable woman.
Yan Nange followed the sound and saw a woman in a long yellow silk dress sitting in a box not far from the one where the woman in black had been. She wore a matching veil, her skin was as white as snow, her features exquisite, and her hair styled in an elegant updo. An air of nobility and elegance emanated from her.
As Yan Nange looked at her, she was also looking at him.
This woman was probably not old, around twenty, but she possessed a remarkable maturity, a maturity that was captivating, both in figure and charm. If Yan Nange had discerned from her features that she was a virgin, he would have truly believed she was someone's virtuous wife.
Her beautiful eyes were so gentle they were intoxicating. If Yan Nange hadn't seen them with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that such tender, watery eyes existed in the world. With just one glance, Yan Nange's heart felt as if it had been gently grasped by a small hand, suddenly forgetting to beat. After a moment, it began to pound rapidly again; the feeling of a racing heart was the feeling of being moved. Yan Nange was moved.
Yan Nange smiled brightly at her, and her eyes suddenly brightened, then became even gentler. She continued to look at Yan Nange, looking very deeply, as if trying to see him clearly, to see through him, to understand him completely.
"Your smile is so beautiful, the gentlest smile I've ever seen, just like your eyes, the gentlest I've ever seen. If you could have such a smile and such eyes throughout your life, you would be incredibly happy. The man who can give you such a smile and such eyes throughout your life is the happiest, because you have given him your smile and your eyes." Yan Nange's lips moved slightly, transmitting her voice to this gentle, watery woman.
The woman in yellow's eyes grew brighter and brighter, her dazzling eyes filled with surprise, joy, and question. These were eyes that could speak.
“I don’t know if I love you, but you have undoubtedly captivated me. If you’re not afraid of me, I’m willing to have a set of jewelry custom-made for you. If you’re willing, have your maid send me your address and name. Consider it a token of my meeting with you,” Yan Nange transmitted to the woman. The
woman in yellow suddenly frowned, looking very angry, and stopped looking in Yan Nange’s direction.
Seeing her like this, Yan Nange felt a pang of sadness.
“So she sees me as a lecher. Yes. What am I doing? I have so many beautiful wives, and instead of cherishing and loving them, I let myself be looked down upon. Aren’t I being a bit pathetic?” Yan Nange cursed himself inwardly. His mood suddenly soured. Although his face remained unchanged, his eyes had lost their usual indifference and became incredibly cold.
Yan Nange didn’t blame the woman in yellow for looking down on him; he blamed himself for being weak and too frivolous.

Chapter 327 Bewitching Heart
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Yan Nange suddenly realized that he had never encountered any setbacks, whether in love or otherwise. This had led him to believe he was omnipotent, that all women should be devoted to him. So when this woman in yellow merely looked down on him, he felt self-pity and even had despairing thoughts. If he had such
thoughts and retreated when faced with setbacks in his career and cultivation, how would he ever have the chance to see Xiangxiang and Lingxi again? How could he possibly achieve his ideal of abolishing slavery?
Thinking this, Yan Nange felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his back. Then, his mind cleared, and he decided that he would face all difficulties and setbacks head-on, becoming stronger with each challenge and never giving up. Thinking this, he suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit and wanted to let out a long roar. Unfortunately, there were too many people, and he was afraid of frightening them.
At this moment, the third set of ornaments, "Purple Spirit's Splendor," had already been auctioned off to a prince from a small country called Jinshi for 150 million taels of silver.
Yan Nange hadn't expected to sell an ornament for such a high price—150 million taels of silver, a figure unimaginable to ordinary people. Now that he had so much silver, Yan Nange decided to begin implementing his abolitionist plan ahead of schedule, starting with the first step: rescuing the slaves. He began to think about how to carry out this plan, while also observing the situation inside and outside the venue.
On the stage, Jin Xingye, known as "Empty Mountain Spirit Rain," sat gracefully behind the zither table, but instead of playing, she gazed at the distant sky, her expression focused and entranced, as if it weren't just the sky, but a fairyland, the place of her dreams.
"Without you, the sky is boundless and desolate; with you, beauty is always in sight," Jin Xingye suddenly uttered in a trembling voice, her expression filled with boundless emotion and joy.
Inside and outside the venue, there was an uproar, everyone speculating about the meaning of Jin Xingye's words and who had moved her to such a state of emotion.
Suddenly, someone remembered and excitedly shouted, "It's Yan Nange!"
Everyone realized that Jin Xingye was referring to Yan Nange. So she was actually in love with him.
The crowd cheered excitedly; a woman renowned throughout the land publicly declaring her love was bound to drive them wild.
Yan Nange hadn't expected Jin Xingye to publicly declare his love either; if he stood up now, he wouldn't be worthy of being her husband.
Suddenly, everyone saw a figure on the stage, dressed in white, with a tall and imposing figure—it was Yan Nange. But they hadn't seen how he got on stage; he had suddenly appeared.
"Yan Nange, Yan Nange!..." Young men and women inside and outside the stage continuously shouted Yan Nange's name, some even screaming excitedly.
Yan Nange saw that her enemies in the hall were clearly frightened, their faces showing fear. She knew they wouldn't act for the time being because they hadn't contacted their backers and dared not act rashly.
Yan Nange smiled at the crowd and raised her hand, signaling for silence. The cheers subsided.
Yan Nange's figure flashed by, then became clear again, a jade flute appearing in his hand. The crowd below, witnessing Yan Nange's godlike agility, erupted in shouts once more.
They watched as Yan Nange walked to Jin Xingye, the "Empty Mountain Spirit Rain," and the two gazed deeply into each other's eyes, then smiled. They didn't actually see Jin Xingye's smile, but they all sensed that it was a knowing, happy, and sweet smile.
Yan Nange took Jin Xingye's soft hand, letting her lean against him. Then, he smiled and surveyed the crowd.
"I have some good news to share with everyone. 'Empty Mountain Spirit Rain' Jin Xingye is now Yan Nange's fiancée, and she will marry me along with 'Transcendent Sound' Hanyan. At the end of this event, I will announce a very important piece of news. Now, let me and Xingye play a duet of 'White Promise' as a tribute to all the friends and distinguished guests attending this auction. May all lovers in the world be united in marriage." After Yan Nange finished speaking, he released Jin Xingye's small hand and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind
her ear. The young men and women in the audience screamed loudly at Yan Nange's tender and intimate gesture. Although Yan Nange was unconventional, they loved his unreserved tenderness towards his lover. This was what they longed for, what they desired. Therefore, they screamed to express their support and admiration for Yan Nange.
Even the older folks couldn't help but envy Yan Nange. They initially wanted to mock him for being immoral, but realizing that such remarks would easily be seen as jealousy, they kept quiet. Besides, they truly dared not speak, for everyone knew Yan Nange's martial arts were unparalleled.
As for his background, it remains a mystery. Everyone knows he crippled Prince Xiao Longfei of Aotian, the most powerful nation on the Reincarnation Continent, and killed Baili Xian of the Baili family, a prominent clan in Hanyao, the second most powerful nation on the Reincarnation Continent. He dared to touch such people; who knows what kind of power lies behind him?
No one wants to offend someone they can't understand, as that's far more dangerous than offending someone they know is powerful—that kind of danger is predictable, but the danger faced with Yan Nange is unpredictable.
Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the melodious sound of the zither began to play, gentle and soothing, like a light drizzle suddenly falling from a clear sky, dense yet tender, nourishing parched hearts. Then, the faint sound of the flute, like a gentle breeze, swept across the hearts of everyone, creating faint ripples.
Inside and outside the venue, everyone was entranced, lost in a boundless dreamlike sea woven from the zither and flute. The wind was gentle, the clouds were light, and there lay the beautiful fairyland of their imaginations, the love they longed for or regretted losing, the person they desperately pursued or waited for—and so much more. They let themselves be completely immersed in it…
Yan Nange, distracted, noticed that his enemies below the stage were also entranced by the music, and only then did he feel relieved.
In fact, Yan Nange had used the same mind-controlling technique he had used on Hua Xiaoxiao, "A Thousand Miles of Bright Moon," in the flute music. This technique encompassed three aspects: gaze, voice, and movement. However, the voice aspect referred to a person; its application to a musical instrument was unprecedented. Yan Nange had used the mind-controlling technique on a musical instrument for the first time, and it had proven successful.
Yan Nange was somewhat delighted, firstly because his enemies would soon be subdued, and secondly because he was no longer merely using others' martial arts, but had created a new skill. Although it was only a small step, this beginning filled him with even more confidence in the future.

Chapter 328 Thoughts
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Hua Wuse sat in her backstage box, gazing at the imposing figure on stage, at his handsome face, both otherworldly and worldly, lost in thought. Her loss of focus wasn't because of his seductive voice, but because of him.
Thinking back to their first meeting, Hua Wuse's heart was filled with mixed emotions.
"Where did that Hua Wuse, untouched by worldly affairs, without joy or sorrow, go?" she asked herself silently.
It was as if from the moment she met Yan Nange, Hua Wuse was no longer the same Hua Wuse. Her heart was like a small boat, adrift on the vast ocean—while originally, her heart was the unchanging sky of a thousand years. She
had never imagined that she too could become a lonely boat adrift, in danger of capsizing and sinking at any moment. What was all this for?
All of this was because of this man named Yan Nange. His innocence, his gentleness, his ethereal beauty, and his domineering nature had already made her lose her composure; his devotion and his pain had unknowingly moved her; and his wildness and greed had given her embraces and kisses she had never imagined. At that moment, her heart seemed completely different from before. As for how it was different, she herself didn't know. Or perhaps she knew deeply but didn't want to admit the truth.
Hua Wuse suddenly wondered if she shouldn't have met him at all. Would there be a future between them? A sense of sadness filled her heart, because the answer wasn't what she wanted. Since this was an encounter that couldn't be more wrong, why did they have to meet? Was this fate? Hua Wuse's beautiful eyes were filled with sorrow.
"Dreamy" Qin Shuangwu's eyes were misty. Looking at Yan Nange's imposing figure, her heart felt both joy and bitterness, with little joy and much bitterness.
If heaven had given her a normal human face, even if it was only for a day, she would have accepted this short life with ecstatic joy.
If only she could dedicate herself to him for just one day, be intimately entwined with him, and no longer face him through a veil—how wonderful that feeling would be! How beautiful would the touch of face to face, of lips to lips? But she knew it would forever remain a dream, a fleeting illusion she could never reach, no matter how hard she pursued it.
She might have everything that ordinary people crave, but she lacked what ordinary people didn't care about. Was this a cruel twist of fate? What wrong had she done to deserve such cruelty?
Qin Shuangwu was willing to lose everything, just to become an ordinary woman and gain his love. But if she were truly an ordinary woman, would she still receive his love?
Qin Shuangwu wasn't sure. She was confused, desperate, heartbroken, and sorrowful—even though she had once thought that becoming Yan Nange's confidante would be enough. It turned out that what she truly desired was his affection.
She was, after all, just a girl yearning to be loved.
Yuan Ziyi and Shi Yanshu were also watching Yan Nange on the stage, each with their own thoughts—one happy, the other conflicted. But what they had in common was that their hearts were both tied to this man.
The woman in black's eyes flickered as she looked at Yan Nange, her thoughts unreadable.
The woman in yellow ignored Yan Nange completely, not even glancing at him, her eyes cold, her own thoughts unknown.
Needless to say, Yan Nange's wives and maids looked at their husband and sisters with loving eyes, a tender affection that could melt the entire world.
Joyful and sweet music floated through Tianlong Square and Heilong City, carrying with it longing for love, beautiful imaginings of the future, and endless affection for one's beloved.
Before the last note faded, Yan Nange's figure had already silently vanished. While everyone was still immersed in the beautiful atmosphere, his figure swept through the venue like the wind, his fingers flashing out with lightning speed. When he reappeared on stage, the audience was still reeling, but 120 people in the general audience area had already been immobilized by pressure point techniques.
By the time the applause thundered, Yan Nange had already led Jin Xingye backstage by the hand.
Yan Nange's beloved wife and beautiful maids had all run to the backstage VIP box, chatting and laughing, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.
Yan Nange noticed that Hua Wuse and Qin Shuangwu looked quite upset, as if they were very sad.
After spending some time with his wife and maids, Yan Nange went to Qin Shuangwu's side.
“Wu’er, look at the sky outside, a clear blue expanse, but it’s only achieved this after weathering storms. Things in this world aren’t inherently difficult, nor are they as complicated as we imagine. In truth, everything is quite simple—if your heart is simple.” Yan Nange said gently, smoothing her disheveled hair with his hand, gazing into her beautiful eyes, which were fixed on him with longing.
Qin Shuangwu didn’t speak, but tears suddenly streamed down her face like broken pearls, falling onto her blue veil and casting shadows.
Qin Shuangwu ultimately couldn’t maintain her composure in front of Yan Nange, letting her sorrowful tears fall upon him, the man she deeply loved.
Yan Nange took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped away Qin Shuangwu’s tears, but her tears only increased, turning from broken pearls into a babbling brook, flowing incessantly. She made Yan Nange’s heart ache as well; the sorrow in Qin Shuangwu’s eyes was so intense, she was almost unrecognizable from the person he had first met. He had initially only felt pity for her, but her overly sorrowful eyes and constantly flowing tears suddenly stirred his heart, followed by a deep pain.
"Alright, Wu'er, be good, don't cry. Wu'er, listen to your brother, stay with him. They will definitely treat you well," Yan Nange said softly, wiping away her tears and holding her little hand.
"Yes, Sister Wu, we will treat you very well," Huang Shang, the little girl, had somehow appeared and grabbed Qin Shuangwu's other hand, her pleading expression making it impossible to refuse. Huang Shang was becoming more and more beautiful, more and more elegant and charming—the kind of alluring beauty that captivated both men and women.
Qin Shuangwu, who had been crying her heart out, felt a little embarrassed after Huang Shang's words and the way she took her hand. Her tears stopped,
and she looked at Huang Shang awkwardly. "Sister Wu, what Shang'er said is what we all feel. Just listen to your brother and stay with him. We'll treat you well," Han Yan said softly, wiping away Qin Shuangwu's tears with a silk handkerchief.
The other women also gathered around, sincerely urging her to join them.
Yan Nange knew Qin Shuangwu's concerns; it seemed she wouldn't agree unless her doubts were dispelled.

Chapter 329, "The Moon Shines Like Water"
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"Sister Wu'er, nothing in this world is perfect. Because you are so incredibly intelligent, Heaven has made some regrets for you. But precisely because of this, your future life will be happy and fulfilling. Wu'er, fate cannot be defied. Your marriage to me is destined, so don't hesitate any longer. We won't mind your appearance; we will only appreciate your talent," Yan Nange said softly.
The women were all intelligent and had guessed that Qin Shuangwu's appearance might have some issues. Seeing her red eyes, they felt great pity for her and welcomed her. Seeing the women's warmth, Qin Shuangwu's inner turmoil subsided, and she finally nodded, blushing. The women happily surrounded her, whispering intimate words to her.
Seeing Qin Shuangwu smile, Yan Nange was overjoyed and smiled as she watched their close interaction.
Just as Yan Nange was speaking with the women and Qin Shuangwu, the auction for the fourth set of ornaments had begun on stage.
Yan Nange walked over to Hua Wuse and sat down. Yan Nange noticed that Hua Wuse's body trembled slightly.
"Wuse, when do you have time? I'll have a set of ornaments made for you," Yan Nange said gently, looking at the stage.
"Young Master Yan, why bother? It's all in the past," Hua Wuse sighed softly, looking at the hall below.
"Wuse, don't call me Young Master. Just call me Yan Nange or Brother. That will make me feel better," Yan Nange said with a sigh.
"Titles are just empty symbols. Why care so much?" Hua Wuse said softly.
"Life is but a short hundred years, and in the end, it's all nothingness. So why should we care about pain and joy? Because we have life, we have feelings. It is because of feelings that life has meaning. To me, Wuse's way of addressing me is not an empty symbol, but represents Wuse's feelings for me," Yan Nange said with emotion.
"Do you really think that a form of address can represent my feelings for you?" Hua Wuse seemed to be asking him, yet also talking to herself.
"Yes. If Wuse doesn't think so, then call me 'My Lord'." Yan Nange, spurred by the yellow-clad woman's disdain, had undergone a profound transformation; he was no longer the same person.
"You...?" Hua Wuse was shocked by Yan Nange's flippant words. She glared at him angrily, but she noticed his eyes were full of pity and affection, devoid of any frivolity.
"What does he mean by that? Is he implying something, or is he deliberately teasing me?" Hua Wuse was now completely flustered, no longer able to sense Yan Nange's feelings as before.
Since there were no outsiders present, Yan Nange simply took her slender hand. Hua Wuse trembled again, her eyes filled with fear. She didn't know what he was going to do.
"Wuse, life is fleeting, like grass in autumn. One should live life to the fullest. Do what you want to do, don't waste your time on sorrow." Yan Nange reached out and gently stroked her head, kissing her forehead tenderly.
Hua Wuse's body trembled violently, her eyes becoming somewhat glazed. When she came to her senses, Yan Nange was nowhere to be found. She felt a great sense of relief, but also a profound sense of loss.
She stared blankly into the void, lost in thought, her own mind unclear.
Yan Nange was now with Zhang Xiaotian, discussing the enemies in the meeting hall.
"Xiaotian, I've already used acupressure on all 120 enemies in the meeting hall. Later, I'll play the zither in harmony with the lady's zither, using a secret technique to bewitch their minds. You can send someone to take them out. They're scattered, and once they regain their senses, they shouldn't attract too much attention, and the problem will be solved. However, I have a feeling it's not that simple; we all need to be extra careful," Yan Nange said solemnly.
"Rest assured, Your Excellency, we will not let our guard down until the conference ends and everyone has dispersed," Zhang Xiaotian said earnestly.
After discussing this, the two went their separate ways.
When Yan Nange returned to her backstage box, the fourth set of purple-gold jewelry, "Delicate Moon Like Water," had already reached a bid of 150 million taels of silver.
"160 million taels!" a clear, sweet female voice announced decisively. "180 million taels!
" a gentle, sweet female voice rang out.
It was the woman in black and the woman in yellow, now engaged in another bidding war.
"190 million taels!" the woman in black called out.
"200 million," the woman in yellow calmly raised the bid again.
"250 million taels," the middle-aged man Yan Nange wanted to meet casually called out.
"300 million," a wealthy merchant in fine clothes called out for the first time.
The audience erupted in cheers, never expecting such an astronomical price for this set of jewelry—300 million taels! What kind of concept was that?
"Three hundred million taels! This esteemed guest has bid three hundred million taels! Any other esteemed guests willing to raise the price? Three hundred million taels once, three hundred million taels twice, three hundred million taels three times! Sold!" Li Yuanfeng slammed his gavel down.
Cheers erupted throughout the hall. This was truly an eye-opener; they had not only witnessed Yan Nange's masterpiece but also the extravagant spending of the wealthy and powerful
. "Congratulations to the Hu family head of the Jinshi Continent on acquiring this 'Delicate Moon Like Water' set! You will become the fourth esteemed guest to receive an invitation. Please enjoy the following performance." Liao Xingchen finished speaking and gracefully walked off the stage.
Everyone speculated about who would appear next. Liao Xingchen usually introduced the guests' names at each performance, but this time she said nothing, leading everyone to suspect that an important figure was about to appear. Who could it be? Of the three famous zithers, only "Transcendent Sound" Han Yan hadn't appeared yet; of the four talented women, "Ice Beauty" Yuan Ziyi and "Dreamy Dream" Qin Shuangwu were also absent. Besides them, who else in the world could have a greater reputation? Yan Nange was naturally more famous, but there was no need to make it so mysterious. So, who would appear next...?
Just as everyone was speculating wildly, ten women in white, their faces veiled, appeared on the stage, brought some things, and then retreated.
These ten women were all graceful, and although veiled, everyone agreed they were beautiful. People whispered among themselves or wondered where these women came from. Some were already captivated.
These ten women were naturally Yan Nange's beloved wife, Mei'er, and his nine beautiful maids. Today, everyone in Yan Nange's household was mobilized, each requesting to take on some of the work. Actually, Li Yuanfeng had already arranged for people to carry things, but the beauties of Yan Nange's household, wanting to cheer on their beloved, personally stepped in. Of course, the effect was far superior to that of the original women; these were all beauties. (

Chapter 330 Enemy's Trail
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While everyone was lost in thought, Yan Nange, holding the hands of two women, walked onto the stage.
The two women were graceful and radiant; even just seeing their beautiful eyes peeking out from behind their veils revealed them to be stunning beauties.
The woman on the left, dressed in red, was more alluring, her gaze towards Yan Nange burning with passion, yet she possessed a noble air that prevented any lewd thoughts.
The woman on the right, dressed in black, had a slender and graceful figure, her gaze towards Yan Nange gentle and affectionate, also exuding a noble air that inspired respect.
These two women were Yan Nange's beloved wives, princesses from the Nine Nether Realms. The beauty in red was Princess Lie Qianqian of the Fire Nether Kingdom, and the beauty in black was Princess Meng Mou of the Wood Nether Kingdom.
Seeing the two women approaching hand-in-hand with Yan Nange, their demeanor intimate and natural, everyone guessed that they were Yan Nange's wives. Seeing that Yan Nange not only had renowned wives like Han Yan and Jin Xingye as his wives, but also such beautiful women as companions—though no one recognized these two women, their demeanor, temperament, and appearance alone revealed them to be no less stunning than Han Yan and Jin Xingye—
the men wondered, "When did so many beauties appear in the world?" The women, however, had more complex feelings.
The three sat down. Meng Mou and Qian Qian played the zither, while Yan Nange played the se. Beautiful melodies soared, immediately drawing the confused minds of the onlookers into a boundless illusion.
Yan Nange tried applying the techniques of the Bewitching Mind Technique to his dancing hands. The se's sound gradually generated a powerful force, firmly drawing the listeners into a state of blissful intoxication within their hearts. Yan Nange knew he had succeeded; the bewildered looks in everyone's eyes said it all. Yan Nange found himself increasingly grasping the essence of the Bewitching Mind Technique, and applying it to other instruments would be effortless in the future. The Bewitching Mind Technique had become Yan Nange's Bewitching Mind Technique.
Zhang Xiaotian and his men had already plugged their ears, for they too could not resist Yan Nange's bewitching erotic music. Sensing something was amiss, they tore strips of cloth from their clothes and stuffed them into their ears.
Seeing the people's dazed expressions, Zhang Xiaotian and the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were incredulous. How many people were so captivated, seemingly in a trance, and their Lord relied solely on a zither—his martial arts were terrifying! The crowd's awe of Yan Nange deepened. Thinking this
, at Zhang Xiaotian's gesture, 240 disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect swiftly entered the hall, quickly leading away those who had been assigned to their positions.
When the music ended and the crowd applauded and cheered, no one noticed that 120 people were missing from the hall. These assassins had originally spread out to cover a wider area, but they hadn't anticipated that this would create an opportunity for Yan Nange to capture them, without even considering suspicion. Perhaps this was fate.
The fifth auction soon began, the item being auctioned was titled "Fragrance Remains." The starting price was 12 million taels of silver.
The VIPs, as if stimulated, frantically raised the price. Yan Nange even wondered if he was related to them, otherwise why would they be so attentive to him?
When the price reached 180 million taels, the woman in black and the woman in yellow started bidding again. Later, the calm middle-aged man, just like before, called out a bid. In the end, the fifth set of jewelry, "Fragrance Remains," was sold to a nobleman from the Golden Stone Continent for 320 million taels.
Yan Nange saw that the price of the jewelry had skyrocketed, from 60 million taels for the first set to 320 million taels for the fifth set, a fivefold increase. But judging from the eager expressions of those wealthy nobles, the prices of the next five sets would continue to climb. Such a fruitful harvest was beyond Yan Nange's expectations, but it was also a pleasant surprise. He could accelerate his plans and implement them sooner.
Yan Nange was very happy to see Yuan Ziyi, Shi Yanshu, and his beloved wives laughing and chatting. He had already told all his wives about Yuan Ziyi. His young wives were all very kind and lovely, and he had already begun to get along well with his sisters who hadn't yet entered the family. At this moment, Yan Nange felt boundless happiness and sweetness.
This time, it was Qin Shuangwu who was to perform. Yan Nange kissed her forehead, and the little girl happily walked out.
"Chen'er, are you tired?" Yan Nange lifted his wife onto his lap and fed her a grape.
"Chen'er isn't tired. Brother, how can you be so good to me?" Liao Xingchen removed her veil and kissed Yan Nange repeatedly, asking sweetly, her words full of deep affection.
"Silly girl. You are my beloved wives, isn't it normal for me to treat you like this? Actually, aren't you even better to me?" After Yan Nange finished speaking, their passionate lips met, entwining intensely.
Hua Wuse and Shi Yanshu both saw Yan Nange and Liao Xingchen's actions and heard their whispers. They both gave Yan Nange complicated looks before turning their heads away.
Hua Wuse and Shi Yanshu had never imagined that Yan Nange had so many wives, each one more beautiful and charming than the last. Even the maids were incredibly pretty and adorable. They truly didn't know how to judge him.
To call him licentious was one thing, but these girls were all elegant and pure, clearly a group of well-mannered women. They were all his wives, and it was clear they were deeply devoted to him, not just together for lust. So, one couldn't call him licentious.
Yet, he was so uninhibitedly intimate with all his wives. Although almost everyone there belonged to them, there were still outsiders present. Even if they weren't being excessive and acted naturally, without causing disgust, it was still quite embarrassing. Could it be...? Could it be...? Didn't they consider themselves outsiders? They were startled by their own thoughts, their faces flushing with shyness.
Yan Nange and Liao Xingchen separated, gazing at the crowd listening to the enchanting music, a sudden sense of foreboding rising within them.
He suddenly extended his divine sense to its limit, covering the entire plaza within its detection range, and began rapidly searching for anything unusual.
Yan Nange suddenly noticed ten people in the hall emanating powerful killing intent. Their auras were cold and formidable; he had never seen anyone possess such a strange aura before, nor had he read about anything similar in any books. Who were they? How come he hadn't sensed their presence earlier?
Yan Nange had no time to ponder these questions, because these people were already poised to attack, their targets Qin Shuangwu on stage and his own backstage box—their cold eyes were fixed on those two places, though they didn't seem to have noticed his location.
Yan Nange guessed they would strike when Qin Shuangwu finished her performance; if that was the case, things had reached a very dangerous point. Yan Nange's mind raced, trying to figure out how to solve this problem.

Chapter 331, "A Single Move"
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Yan Nange thought that the four chief stewards were all highly skilled, each capable of handling one, and his second brother, Sima Feiyun, could handle one as well. That made a total of six; he could easily handle the remaining four. In fact, as long as they provided some resistance, Yan Nange was confident he could deal with them.
With this in mind, Yan Nange telepathically instructed the two chief stewards in the VIP box, Xiao Song and Zhou Shangmou, to come quietly. At the same time, Yan Nange also telepathically instructed Sima Feiyun and Zhang Xiaotian, who were also nearby at a high vantage point, as well as Zhang Yuehu and Li Tenglong on the periphery, to come quietly as well.
The six moved quickly, arriving in less than five minutes. As they approached, Yan Nange telepathically instructed Qin Shuangwu to play the piece for a longer duration. Qin Shuangwu didn't ask why, but nodded slightly. Yan Nange felt relieved, but still closely monitored the situation.
Yan Nange and the others found a safe angle and pointed out the ten people to the six others.
"These ten people are assassins, and definitely not ordinary assassins. Their aura is cold and eerie; they likely possess some kind of unorthodox martial arts. We need to be extra careful when dealing with them. Look at these three; they've been staring at the stage. Their target is Qin Shuangwu. The other seven keep glancing this way; their target is the backstage box. They might want to capture someone, most likely me. I see they're already poised, their killing intent radiating. If I'm not mistaken, they're waiting for Qin Shuangwu to finish playing the pipa, for everyone to relax, before they strike.
Because they're split into two groups, I can't deal with them all at once, so I need four chief assassins..." "Sima Erge, Xiaotian, each of you hold off one of them for me. If you can hold them off for a moment, I can subdue them. If you can subdue them, all the better. If you can't, don't fight them head-on.
Just hold them off for a moment. Each of you choose a spot and wait. As soon as Qin Shuangwu's pipa music ends, you immediately attack them. I will use the Lion's Roar to intimidate them. When their momentum falters, that will be our best opportunity to strike. Xiaotian, order twenty men to enter the venue. If we succeed, have them take these assassins out. This time it's a bit dangerous, so everyone be careful." Yan Nange said solemnly to the six men. The six men nodded and went their separate ways. At this moment, Yan Nange had become the absolute commander. Even Sima Feiyun subconsciously obeyed his orders because Yan Nange's confidence and authority intimidated, or rather, influenced, even someone who was usually in a superior position.
Yan Nange quietly had everyone in the backstage box leave for the VIP box, and also sent the guards to protect them.
Afterwards, Yan Nange telepathically told Qin Shuangwu not to panic or be afraid, and that the performance could now end. He instructed her to shout loudly in a moment, and then immediately cover her ears and run backstage after her performance, where someone would take her to a safe place.
Qin Shuangwu, as expected, was no ordinary woman; she showed no panic or fear, playing calmly and nodding slightly to indicate she understood.
Yan Nange channeled his inner energy, his fiery power already gathered in his palms, ready to strike at any moment. He had originally planned to use his icy power, but considering the assassins' insidious techniques, he feared it wouldn't be effective. Therefore, he switched to his fiery power. This time, he couldn't use gentle methods; he had to completely eliminate these ten people, otherwise, a mistake would harm everyone present. There was no need for mercy towards assassins.
Qin Shuangwu's pipa music grew increasingly shrill, then abruptly stopped. She then rose and ran. At the same time, Yan Nange's long howl suddenly erupted, earth-shattering and overwhelming, like a monstrous wave engulfing the entire Tianlong Square. Yan Nange, who had been deliberately targeting the ten people who hadn't yet made a move due to Qin Shuangwu's sudden end, was struck by Yan Nange's deafening howl like needles piercing their eardrums, causing a sharp pain in their heads and rendering them unable to fight.
Just as they were about to use their internal energy to resist, six people suddenly appeared beside them. In their haste to attack, they were no match for him. Sima Feiyun and the other six had their pressure points sealed and their arms dislocated.
As Yan Nange used his internal energy to unleash his howl, he had already leaped down, unleashing a fiery strike from a distance. The first person reacted quickly, trying to dodge, but it was too late. He was struck by Yan Nange's free-spirited finger strike, which contained the fiery energy, and his heart meridian was instantly severed, leaving him no chance to stand up.
Almost simultaneously, Yan Nange was already in front of the second assassin. As he pointed his finger at the assassin's chest, his Dragon-Capturing Claw also reached out from afar. The assassin dodged Yan Nange's finger strike, crippling his right arm, but he couldn't dodge Yan Nange's Dragon-Capturing Claw. Yan Nange's claw, imbued with fiery energy, incinerated his brains, leaving him slumped in his seat.
Yan Nange's movements were lightning-fast, never stopping. He flew to the third and fourth assassins who were about to take flight. His Dragon-Capturing Claw, carrying the fiery energy of burning gold and shattering stone, had already seized one arm of each assassin. With a powerful grip, the fiery energy penetrated their bodies, severing half their meridians. They were unable to move. Yan Nange then used his Free Spirit Finger to strike their temples, and the two assassins, eyes still open, slumped down.
At this point, Yan Nange had killed all four assassins. He saw that he had successfully killed the remaining six. (
This is a long description, but the entire process, from beginning to end, took less than two minutes.)
The ten assassins were quickly led away by the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect who were waiting inside the venue. At this time, everyone was still dizzy from Yan Nange's long howl. Only some with profound skills had witnessed everything that had just happened and were stunned.
Yan Nange silently went to the stage, picked up a jade flute, and played a beautiful melody. Only then did everyone calm down and come to their senses. Yan Nange stopped playing, looked around at the crowd, and then smiled brightly.
"Friends and distinguished guests, just now, because things happened suddenly, some villains tried to disrupt the event. I was afraid they would hurt you all, so I had no choice but to shout to scare them. I have already subdued them. I, Yan Nange, am deeply sorry for disturbing everyone. If you feel that my sincerity is not enough, I will drink three cups of wine as punishment at the banquet I have prepared. What do you all think?" Yan Nange asked loudly.
"Good!" Everyone cheered, without a trace of blame.
"Thank you all for your generosity. I promise you, once I find out who the mastermind is, I will make him spend a fortune, treating you all to drinks, the finest drinks, until he's begging for money. What do you all think?" Yan Nange shouted with boundless pride.
"Good! Good!" A roar of cheers erupted from inside and outside the hall, the sound deafening.
"Haha! Alright, then it's settled. The auction will continue." Yan Nange finished speaking and stepped down.
Liao Xingchen gracefully walked onto the stage, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she glanced at the crowd.

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