Chapter 666 The First Day Of Auction Hall
666 The First Day Of Auction Hall
“Our first item tonight is the Azure Dragon’s Scale Armor,” Chen Xianzi announced, her voice dripping with excitement. “Forged from the scales of an ancient Azure Dragon, this armor not only provides unparalleled defense but also enhances the wearer’s agility and strength. A true masterpiece for any warrior.”
She gestured, and an assistant brought forth the armor, its surface shimmering with a mystical light. The crowd murmured in awe, eyes wide with desire.
“Shall we start the bidding at fifty thousand Divine Spirit Coins?” Chen Xianzi’s smile was infectious, and as she looked around, hands shot up almost immediately.
“Sixty thousand!” called out a burly man from the Thunderclap Sect, his voice booming with confidence.
“Seventy thousand!” countered a representative from the Heavenly Sword Sect, not to be outdone.
The bidding war escalated quickly, voices overlapping in their eagerness to claim the prized armor. Huang Zhi, seated in his chamber, watched intently. His eyes glinted with determination as he raised his hand.
“One hundred thousand Divine Spirit Coins!” Huang Zhi’s voice cut through the noise, drawing gasps from the audience.
Chen Xianzi’s eyes twinkled with delight as she acknowledged his bid. “We have a bid of one hundred thousand! Do I hear one hundred and ten thousand?”
The room buzzed with tension, but no one else dared to compete at such a high price. Huang Zhi smirked, feeling a surge of triumph as the hammer fell, declaring the Azure Dragon’s Scale Armor his.
As the auction continued, each item presented was more magnificent than the last. Rare artifacts, ancient weapons, and mystical treasures were paraded before the crowd, each accompanied by Chen Xianzi’s seductive descriptions that seemed to heighten their allure.
Huang Zhi remained a prominent figure in the bidding wars, his wealth and determination driving him to acquire numerous treasures. He relished the challenge, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he outbid his rivals time and again.
Earlier, before the auction had begun, Wang Jian had a private meeting with Huang Zhi. The air had been thick with tension, and their conversation was laced with subtle barbs.
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“Huang Zhi, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” Wang Jian greeted him with a cordial smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“The pleasure is mine, Wang Jian,” Huang Zhi replied, his tone polite but wary.
“I’ve arranged separate chambers for you and Lady Mo Yin,” Wang Jian explained smoothly. “Given her status as a representative of the Devil Race, it seemed appropriate to provide accommodations befitting her and her entourage.”
Huang Zhi had frowned at this, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “Separate chambers, you say? Why the need for such arrangements?”
Wang Jian’s smile widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Merely to ensure the comfort and privacy of our esteemed guests. Lady Mo Yin’s chamber is equipped with everything she might need, including ample space for her followers.”
After a moment of contemplation, and despite his reservations, Huang Zhi had accepted the explanation. His focus was primarily on the treasures to be acquired at the auction, and he failed to notice the subtle glint in Wang Jian’s eyes and the sly smile that played on Mo Yin’s lips.
As the auction unfolded, Huang Zhi was completely engrossed, oblivious to the true reason behind the separation. In a private, luxuriously appointed chamber of this grand, Wang Jian was indulging in a different kind of conquest.
The chamber was opulent, draped in silks and adorned with priceless artifacts. Soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow over the room. Wang Jian reclined on a sumptuous bed, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women. His mistresses, each a paragon of beauty and grace, vied for his attention with playful laughter and sultry glances.
Among them was Mo Yin, her seductive smile betraying no hint of her husband’s presence at the auction. She lounged beside Wang Jian, her eyes smoldering with desire as she traced a delicate finger along his chest.
“Wang Jian, you truly know how to treat a lady,” Mo Yin purred, her voice a honeyed whisper.
Wang Jian chuckled, his hand sliding down her back in a possessive caress. “Only the best for you, my dear Mo Yin. Tonight, let us forget all else and indulge in our desires.”
Yun Qianying, another of Wang Jian’s mistresses, leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Shall we entertain you, my lord? Let us make this night unforgettable.”
Wang Jian’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he pulled Yun Qianying closer, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. The other women watched, their eyes dark with envy and desire, before joining in the sensual revelry.
Mo Yin’s laughter mingled with the moans and sighs that filled the chamber. She reveled in the pleasure, her body moving in perfect harmony with Wang Jian’s. Her thoughts briefly flitted to her husband, Huang Zhi, but she quickly pushed them aside. Here, in this moment, she was free to indulge in her passions without restraint.
Lu Rong’er, with her fiery red hair cascading down her back, knelt beside Wang Jian, her hands deftly working to undo his robe. Her lips left a trail of fiery kisses along his chest, each one igniting a spark of pleasure.
Lin Xingya, the quiet and mysterious beauty, watched with a sly smile before joining the fray. Her hands were gentle yet insistent as they explored Wang Jian’s body, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
Shui Xueying, with her ethereal beauty and icy demeanor, leaned in, her lips whispering promises of ecstasy. Her cool touch contrasted with the heat of their passion, adding a tantalizing edge to their encounter.
Sect Mistress Ba, with her commanding presence and sultry charm, took charge, guiding the others in their ministrations. Her eyes met Wang Jian’s, a knowing smile passing between them as they indulged in their shared desires.
Wang Jian’s pleasure was palpable, his laughter mingling with the sounds of passion that filled the chamber. He reveled in the attention, his body responding to the myriad of sensations that assailed him. The women around him were like a symphony, each playing their part to perfection.
Mo Yin’s body moved with a fluid grace, her every touch and caress driving Wang Jian to new heights of ecstasy. She delighted in the way he responded to her, his moans of pleasure a testament to her skill.
As the night wore on, their passions reached a fevered pitch. Wang Jian’s body trembled with the intensity of his release, his eyes meeting Mo Yin’s as he shuddered in her embrace. She held him close, her own body quaking with the force of her climax.
They lay together in a tangle of limbs, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Wang Jian’s hand stroked Mo Yin’s hair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“You are a wonder, Mo Yin,” he murmured, his voice heavy with contentment.
She smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “And you, Wang Jian, are a master of pleasure. Tonight was truly unforgettable.”
As the auction hall buzzed with the excitement of bidding wars and the clamor of cultivators vying for treasures, Huang Zhi remained unaware of the events unfolding in Wang Jian’s private chamber. His focus was solely on the auction, his mind racing with plans and strategies to secure the best items for himself and the Devil Race.
09:13
As the auction hall buzzed with the excitement of bidding wars and the clamor of cultivators vying for treasures, Huang Zhi remained unaware of the events unfolding in Wang Jian’s private chamber. His focus was solely on the auction, his mind racing with plans and strategies to secure the best items for himself and the Devil Race.
Chen Xianzi’s voice continued to enchant the crowd, her descriptions of each item vivid and enticing. The bidding wars grew more intense, with Divine Spirit Coins and even rare Divine Ore Crystals being offered in abundance.
As the auction hall buzzed with anticipation, Chen Xianzi’s melodic voice filled the air, capturing the attention of every cultivator present. Her beauty and grace added a layer of enchantment to the event, making each item seem even more desirable.
“Our next item,” she announced with a flourish, “is the Celestial Phoenix Feather Fan, a masterpiece crafted by the revered Ancestor of the Ancient Phoenix Clan.”
An assistant brought forth the fan, which shimmered with an ethereal glow. The fan was made from the feathers of a celestial phoenix, each feather pulsating with a vibrant, fiery aura. The fan’s frame was intricately carved from a rare, celestial wood, adorned with ancient runes that glowed faintly.
“This fan,” Chen Xianzi continued, her voice rich with reverence, “is not only a symbol of the Ancestor’s unparalleled craftsmanship but also a treasure imbued with wondrous abilities. It can summon a phoenix’s flame, a divine fire capable of incinerating even the toughest of defenses. The fan also grants its wielder enhanced speed and agility, allowing them to move like a phoenix in flight.”
The crowd murmured in awe as they absorbed the fan’s capabilities. The allure of such a powerful artifact set the stage for a fierce bidding war.
“We shall start the bidding at one hundred thousand Divine Spirit Coins,” Chen Xianzi declared, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“One hundred and twenty thousand!” a voice called out from the back, belonging to a representative from the Heavenly Sword Sect.