latelenovela Chapter 232 The little thief has left?
Chapter 232 The little thief has left?
Is this what a soul contract feels like?
In an instant, Zhong Ming could sense the condition of the tattered cloth. He could feel the weakness of the main artifact spirit, which would have to fall into a period of slumber.
He could also sense the sorrow of the other artifact spirits. One of them muttered inside the "Artifact Spirit Retirement Home": "This is an act of betraying our master. Big brother, from now on, you belong to him...we...we."
"As long as you are all alright, I don't care." The main spirit's voice seemed to have aged several hundred years in an instant, and then it fell into a deep sleep.
"It's all your fault! We are loyal and have no ulterior motives, why did you attack us!" After shouting this, it cowered and hid deep within the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner," disappearing from sight.
Zhong Ming's current power is not enough to control the entire "Ten Thousand Souls Banner". Just as the main spirit said before, his realm is still too low.
This is it... the unexpected attack?
Within this tattered cloth, there remained a familiar power. Zhong Ming searched carefully but found no trace of it.
He was completely baffled.
A wisp of sword intent quietly hid at Zhong Ming's waist, and the moment he looked up, it suddenly disappeared into the mother and child swords.
Zhong Ming looked down. Had something flashed just now?
He tried to stand up, but his legs suddenly gave way and he almost fell.
It was as if the soul was entering this body for the first time, and it was very uncomfortable with the body's control. After moving around a few times, it used its hands to support itself and tried to stand up.
Sigh, it's best to avoid getting involved in matters of the soul.
.....
"Respected Immortal Master, our auction has come to an end," the female host said in barely fluent words, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
"Hmm, ah, it's over?" Zhong Ming came back to his senses and subconsciously started clapping.
The others were all shrewd old foxes. Seeing Zhong Ming clap, they immediately joined in. Now that things had come to this, whatever he did, the audience would follow him closely. No matter how much grudge they had, they could only deal with it later.
Seeing the enthusiastic applause from the audience, the host was somewhat at a loss. This was not a concert, and such a situation would never have occurred under normal circumstances. She hesitated for a moment, then gave a curtsy, her demeanor dignified yet tinged with shyness.
"I'm sorry, everyone, but without the words of a Golden Core Realm cultivator, I have no say. Even if I ordered you to leave, I'm afraid the person behind me wouldn't agree."
The Huan beast completely ignored Zhong Ming, shaking its head and playing with its paws.
The Huan beast doesn't actually look like a tiger; it looks more like a lynx. But what can you do when its ancestor fell in love with a tiger?
Zhong Ming clapped his hands, "Let's have the auction staff perform some talents!"
"Great!" someone immediately chimed in, applauding enthusiastically.
Some people joined in the cheering, and others, whether they liked it or not, followed suit and started clapping.
So the auction turned into a party, and in the end even the audience members went up to perform their talents.
.....
On the other side, things are now in complete chaos.
The Golden Core cultivator above stared grimly at the tattered cloth, his two aged, bony fingers rubbing it as he said in a somber tone, "People from the Blackwater Pavilion?"
"Perhaps they wore their clothes to frame them."
"Regardless, we must punish them severely. Blackwater Pavilion failed to supervise its disciples properly. Whether their clothes were lost or stolen, or their disciples betrayed them, they must accept our punishment. If they are not satisfied, let them find out who the culprit is themselves."
“Elder, this might be a bit difficult,” the young man beside him said, forcing himself to speak. “The Blackwater Pavilion operates on the Yelan River year-round, but after the last time the Twin Dragons went out of the water, they disappeared without a trace and have not made any contact with the dynasty since.”
"Issue a kill order and drive them out. Now..." The old man kicked the fat man beside him, who was in charge of the auction, "Tell me, what was missing?"
"It is an ancient bowl-shaped magical artifact, unearthed from the outskirts of Hanlin City in Yunzhou. The appraiser said that the incomplete spiritual patterns engraved on it seem to be a treasure map."
The old man lowered his head in thought. He had secretly used the magic weapon bestowed upon him by his Nascent Soul Ancestor and had not discovered anything unusual at the upper-level auction.
"I have a plan. Our auction house has security locks, hidden and difficult to remove quickly. Anything not unlocked by us can be detected by using a special detection rod; it will turn red as soon as it gets close, even inside storage spaces. How about...?"
The person in charge was round and chubby, and very quick-witted.
Under our supervision, the guests will put the ritual implements into their storage bags and then take them out themselves. If there are no abnormalities, they can leave.
"Do as you say." The old man leaned back slowly, as if he was tired of these chores.
“Those guys can hide their storage bags, my disciple. Go and check them out. Go ahead, I need to think about it carefully.”
.....
Time passed slowly, and the news finally reached Zhong Ming's side when the female host's voice was almost hoarse from singing.
Everyone immediately perked up, abandoning their employee meals borrowed from next door and their performances, and got up to go home.
Zhong Ming coughed, and everyone quieted down again.
The man who got slapped twice still has a swollen face.
"I'll emphasize again, this isn't something I'll handle, it's something it will handle." Zhong Ming pointed at the three-tailed tiger, suppressing the crowd's fervor once more.
"one by one."
How could these mortals have storage bags on them? A warrior cautiously approached the tiger, but the tiger didn't even glance at him, took a breath, and then lost interest, letting him pass.
There are other levels to come, no problem.
Overjoyed, the man tried his best to suppress his excitement and said, "Thank you, Brother Tiger! Brother Tiger is awesome!" Then he turned and left without hesitation.
Once there's a first, there's bound to be a second.
Everyone was "forced" to line up in a queue.
Zhong Ming didn't notice anything unusual. Everyone's expressions were normal; some were fearful, some were expressionlessly indifferent, and some were excited...
Some people might have numb legs from sitting for too long, or they might be holding their urine and walking slowly, or they might be so scared that their legs go weak, resulting in strange walking postures.
After a while, most of the guests had left, and Zhong Ming casually remarked, "All the guards should come and line up as well."
The guards in their armor moved swiftly and were impeccably dressed, except for one who walked awkwardly as if he had something stuck in his crotch.
"Old Wu, did you wet your pants from fear?"
"Hey, you've turned into Miss Wu now, are you on your period?" a few close soldiers teased without any restraint.
The man didn't stand on ceremony, waving his arms wildly to push the other person away, saying, "Get lost," and then went to join the queue.
But Zhong Ming stared intently at him, and something about him seemed familiar.
What's familiar about it? Does it resemble someone?