"Stop it at once! Chi Tai, this is a noble guest of the Imperial Court."

  Ye Feng was just about to force his way up to the third floor when a panicked cry suddenly came from behind him.

  The pressure on his head suddenly disappeared without a trace.

  "Thud, thud, thud!" A rapid series of footsteps came from behind.

  Ye Feng turned his head to look, a middle-aged man appeared on the stairs leading from the second floor to the third floor with a flustered expression, and behind him was the servant who had just been there, also panting hastily. It can be seen that the servant is really doing his best.

  "Hello, noble guest. I am Zhao Qian, the manager of the Cloud City Appraisal Pavilion." The middle-aged man bowed to Ye Feng.

  "No need for formalities." Ye Feng saw the manager of Jianbao Pavilion arrive and handed over his purple gold VIP card.

  "Please verify this purple gold VIP card." Ye Feng knew it was real, but still politely handed the purple gold VIP card to Zhao Qian.

  Zhao Qian's face was solemn, holding the purple gold VIP card in his hand, and then carefully identified it, handing it over to Ye Feng with both hands. "Respected guest, your identity has been verified, please go up to the third floor to the ultimate VIP seat."

  After finishing speaking, Zhao Qian led the way in front and guided Ye Feng to the ultimate VIP seat on the third floor.

  The servant stayed on the second floor, he was not qualified to go up to the third floor.

  Arriving at the third floor, Ye Feng took a look around the private room and it was simply luxurious.

  The room made of purple sandalwood emits a faint fragrance from inside.

  At the entrance of the third floor suite, a monk in his fifties stood tall, exuding an aura of strength all over him, making him appear extremely majestic.

  The master stopped the two with one step, "Please show your purple gold VIP card."

  Zhao Qian looked at Ye Feng with a hint of apology, "Honorable guest, this is the etiquette of the Treasure Pavilion's VIP room, please forgive me."

  Ye Feng smiled and handed the Purple Gold VIP card to the monk.

  The monk verified and then bowed to Ye Feng, "Out of Cloud City's Treasure Pavilion, Qi Tai is in charge of your safety. Whatever you instruct, just say it." This monk was the same one who had exerted pressure on Ye Feng earlier.

  Ye Feng couldn't help but take another look, a Jindan stage cultivator, now standing at the door guarding himself, this was equivalent to the level of the leader of the Wanghai Sect.

  Just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful. A master-level cultivator standing guard at the door for me, this is something I didn't even dare to think about in the past.

  "There's nothing else, I just want to ask, if I fancy any of the auction items, how do I bid?" Ye Feng asked, since it was an auction, there must be something he liked.

  On the first floor, it's okay to say that when you hear the auction items, if you're interested, you can raise a small card next to you, which is written with a number.

  "If you like something, just press a button next to you, no need to haggle, and you can get it at the starting price. And when paying, you only need to pay half the price." Zhao Qian said patiently.

  Wow! The Purple Gold VIP card has this function too! Ye Feng felt very surprised, not only could he get the auctioned items at the lowest price, but he could also pay half the price. This was truly a Purple Gold VIP treatment, and the service was absolutely exceptional.

  With all this clear, Ye Feng entered the ultimate VIP suite.

  That Jindan period cultivator, Qi Tai, stood firmly at his post, standing upright at the entrance, acting as a bodyguard for Ye Feng.

  Zhao Qian stood respectfully at the door, waiting for Ye Feng's instructions. For Zhao Qian, it was possible that he might not even see a purple gold noble guest once in his lifetime. Such a noble guest had an absolutely revered status in Jianbao Pavilion. To put it bluntly, if they were dissatisfied with one sentence, the headquarters would remove him from office, and even take severe punishment.

  But if Zijin's hospitality is satisfactory, a single sentence from others can make Zhao Qian's future even more promising.

  Looking at the already closed wooden door, Zhao Qian felt a wave of emotion. Ye Feng was so young, yet he was the Purple Gold VIP of Jianbao Pavilion. It was indeed true that one couldn't judge a person by their appearance. Moreover, Ye Feng's cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

  This made Zhao Qian somewhat bewildered, as the dignitaries who usually visited the Jade Cloud City's Treasure Pavilion were all in their several tens of years old, with high cultivation that was intimidating, and they were always accompanied by a large retinue, with great fanfare.

  According to the waiter, Ye Feng was alone and didn't seem to understand the difference between the Diamond VIP card and the Purple Gold VIP card. He sat on the first floor but found it too noisy, so he came up to the second floor. Later, driven by curiosity, he went up to the third floor.

  Thinking of this, Zhao Qian was startled, could it be that this young man's VIP card was stolen?

  Fortunately, the Treasure Pavilion has a rule that it only recognizes VIP cards and not people. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the small head of the Treasure Pavilion's manager in the Outcloud City would not be enough to bear the responsibility.

  Before long, all the guests attending the auction had arrived, and the auction officially began.

  Ye Feng sat in a comfortable chair, the table in front of him was filled with all kinds of rare and exotic fruits, each one emitting an extremely strong spiritual energy, eating just one would be equivalent to several days of cultivation.

  Holding a rare fruit, Ye Feng ate it without hesitation, looking towards the auction stage at the front of the auction hall.

  This thin gauze has a very good perspective effect, and can see everything in the auction room clearly, while people outside cannot see inside. What's even more amazing is that Ye Feng can hear the sounds from outside, but those outside cannot hear the sounds from inside.

  A man in his fifties walked up onto the auction stage, and the entire auction hall fell silent. Everyone knew that the auction had begun.

  The auctioneer tapped the wooden hammer in his hand lightly on the auction table, "Dong!" The clear sound entered the ears of every monk attending the auction.

  "The Izumo Castle Treasure Pavilion Auction is now officially underway!"

  "The auctioneer shouted loudly: 'Now we begin the bidding for the first item!'"

  The curtain behind was lifted, and a servant walked forward, holding a tray in his hand, covered with a red cloth. The servant placed the tray on the table of the auction platform and then retreated to one side.

  "The first item is a classic, the Tai Chi Fist Manual!" As soon as the auctioneer's words came out, countless gasps were heard, and it was clear that this Tai Chi Fist Manual was very famous, and many low-ranking cultivators had heard of it.

  "This is a martial art of the Dugu Sect. I didn't expect that even Jianbao Pavilion would auction it off, and they're not afraid of the Dugu Sect coming after them." A cultivator said in a low voice.

  A monk sitting next to him said, "Brother, you don't understand this. The appraisal pavilion only handles auctions and doesn't ask about the origin of the items. Even if it's a stolen good, they won't care. Unless the owner has enough power to intimidate the appraisal pavilion, he can only watch as his item is auctioned off."

  Ye Feng was taken aback. What the Appraisal Pavilion was doing wasn't disposing of stolen goods? Didn't they fear the owner's revenge?

  In fact, when the Appraisal Pavilion auctions any item, although it does not ask about the origin of the item, with the strength of the Appraisal Pavilion, it is very clear where each item comes from. If those super powerful items are auctioned off, the Appraisal Pavilion must also ensure that they are not stolen goods, at least they must be sold by their rightful owners, otherwise, they will not easily take on this deal.

  But towards the Dugu world family, this kind of power is an unattainable giant in the eyes of ordinary cultivators. In Jianbao Pavilion, it can't be considered a superpower, so there's no concern at all.

  "The bidding starts at ten yuan for this high-quality crystal." The auctioneer called out a low price, and the auction officially began.

  In fact, this classic is worth more than 10 pieces of top-grade crystal stone. What the Appraisal Pavilion is doing is just trying to create a good start, if the first item fails to sell, it will be difficult to continue, and even bring bad luck.

  The auctions at Jianbao Pavilion are all conducted in units of top-grade crystal stones, with a minimum bid increment of five top-grade crystal stones.

  "Fifteen bucks!" someone shouted immediately.

  The auctioneer was very satisfied that this bidding monk was not a stooge set up by the appraiser beforehand, but a real participant in the auction.

  As a long-standing merchant group, Jianbao Pavilion has its own unique way of doing business. For example, at this auction conference, Jianbao Pavilion will set up several "托" (decoy bidders) in the audience, who will follow the auctioneer's cues and bid to drive up the price of the items or create a lively atmosphere at the beginning to get the participating cultivators excited.

  "Twenty bucks!" Someone immediately followed with a bid.

  "Thirty pieces!" Before the monk's words had even fallen, the price had already tripled.

  "Forty!" These people directly gave up the five-yuan bidding and changed to ten yuan each time. It seems that the Dugu World's Big Day Fist Spectrum is still a very popular auction item.

  As prices soared, when the price of a high-quality pure crystal was shouted to one hundred yuan, many people withdrew from the competition.

  The Kung Fu is what every cultivator wants to get, especially from the hands of such a great family, it's priceless. However, being poor but having a lot of pride is a realistic portrayal. Moreover, each Kung Fu has its unique requirements and not every cultivator is suitable for cultivation.

  So those who thought the price was too high or felt that the Tai Chi Fist Scripture wasn't suitable for their own cultivation all withdrew from the competition.

  "One hundred and two!"

  "One hundred three!"

  Prices continue to soar.

  "104!"

  "One hundred and fifty!"

  In the end, only two monks were left competing for this Dahua Quan manual.

  "That's Dugu Sect's Great Manager, Dugu Yun!" One of the cultivators recognized one of them.

  "This is going to be lively, it's clear that Dugu's family is going to take back this Big Dipper Fist Scripture."

  "Yes, no matter which family loses the Kung Fu technique, it's a shameful thing. No matter how many crystal stones are spent, they must be retrieved, this is a matter of the Dugu family's face."

  Another monk had a veil over his face, apparently not wanting others to recognize his true identity.

  Ye Feng watched with interest as the two people shouted prices, thinking it was a very interesting thing, and at critical moments, it became somewhat tense and exciting.

  "One hundred and sixty!" Dugu Yun absolutely refused to give up the Taiji Fist manual.

  "One hundred and eighty!" The monk was even more ruthless, directly adding twenty more top-grade Pure Crystal Stones.

  Damn it! Ye Feng was somewhat puzzled, could this cultivator's family be running a mine or something? Crystal stones were so abundant that they couldn't even spend them all, yet they still went to fight over a fist scripture.

  "One hundred and ninety!" The auctioneer's face was red with rage, his eyes fixed on the Dayan Fist manual displayed on the auction stage, then shifted to the masked cultivator, shouting fiercely.

  "One hundred and ninety-five!" The hooded monk seemed very relaxed, but the magnitude of the price increase was clearly out of breath.

  Ye Feng couldn't see the monk's face, but he felt that the monk's breath was somewhat familiar.

  "Two hundred!" Du Gu Yun almost shouted as he raised the price.

  Everyone's eyes were on the hooded monk, waiting for him to make another high bid.