Battle Through the Heavens: Soul Travels Through Clouds and Mountains, Becoming a Winning Artist

Chapter 12 You also practice the art of seeking death?

Utan City, Mittel Auction House, inside the magnificent hall.

When Yun Congxin said he wanted two nice rooms and wanted to stay here, the receptionist almost kicked him out as a troublemaker.

But before she could even open her mouth, Nalan Yanran tossed her an exquisite purple-gold card.

Upon seeing the purple-gold card, her impatience vanished instantly, replaced by an almost fawning smile.

"Yes, yes, the Mittel Auction House has prepared superior rooms for all of you distinguished guests. Please follow me." She respectfully returned the purple-gold card with both hands, then quickly walked in front of Yun Congxin and the other person to lead the way, speaking with her head bowed and eyes lowered.

The stark difference in her attitude wasn't due to greed, but rather because she had an extremely strong will to survive.

Are you kidding me? Who doesn't possess such a purple-gold card? If I had angered them by being impatient, they could have killed me right here and the Mittel Auction House wouldn't have uttered a sound.

Fortunately, the two seemed unconcerned about her earlier rudeness, and the receptionist secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Welcome to the Mittel Auction House, esteemed guests. These two rooms are decorated in an ink-wash landscape style, centered around a master landscape painting, adorned with verdant pines and cleverly placed rocks. The layout is unique and elegant. Are you satisfied?"

Yun Congxin didn't seem to care much about that. He frowned slightly and asked another question: "Are there other people living in this auction house?"

"Yes, sir. A third-grade alchemist arrived this morning and is also staying at the Mittel Auction House. However, the rooms at the Mittel Auction House are all made of the finest materials and have excellent soundproofing. Moreover, his room is far from yours, so it will definitely not disturb your rest."

"Okay." Yun Congxin nodded and waved to indicate that she could leave.

"Then please rest for a while. Tea and snacks will be brought to you shortly."

"No need, I need to cultivate now, and I don't want anyone to disturb me."

"Yes, sir."

The receptionist left, and she muttered to herself, "Cultivation? Who believes that! Bringing such a seductive vixen to the hotel, and worrying about being overheard, how shameless..."

"Two lustful bastards have come today alone; this could cause problems. I need to report this to Master Gu Ni immediately..."

Unaware that his reputation had been damaged, Yun Congxin, who was inside the room, said to Nalan Yanran, "You must be tired from the journey. Go back to your room and rest. I'll go out and check on things."

A third-grade alchemist and a peak-level Dou Ling expert—what's going on in Wutan City that's making all these nobodies restless...?

Soul power surged forth from between Yun Congxin's brows, spreading out in a vast and boundless manner to search for the traces of the peak Dou Ling.

"Found it!" Yun Congxin's figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

"This is... the Jia Lie family?" Yun Congxin sat on a branch of a huge ancient tree. His figure was obscured by the leaves and the wind. Combined with the slightly distorted space, Yun Congxin believed that even if a peak Dou Ling was standing in front of him, he would not be able to tell that anyone was here.

At this moment, the main hall of the Galley family was heavily guarded, with both overt and covert sentries. It could be said that the entire Galley family was on high alert.

Yun Congxin closed his eyes, and the power of his soul provided him with a more detailed picture, as if he had opened up a God's-eye view. He was starting to love this feeling.

"Chief Jia Lie, what is the matter that is so urgent?" Three Grand Masters emerged from the hidden door, and the leader asked impatiently as soon as he appeared.

Despite being the clan chief, Jialiebi did not sit in the main seat. Instead, he stood behind the four men in black robes, his submissive demeanor making him appear like their lackey.

"Are you the head of the Obama family?" a woman in black robes asked, her voice alluring and captivating.

The head of the Obama family swallowed hard. He glanced warily at the black-robed man sitting in the main seat, sipping his tea, and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "I am the head of the Obama family, Obama Patton."

"Yes, I've summoned you here to bestow upon you a great opportunity," the woman continued. "Soon, the Xiao family will face a great calamity. If you can seize the opportunity, devour the Xiao family's markets and districts, and drive them out of Wutan City, then your two families can become the eternal local tyrants of Wutan City..."

"Gurgle!"

Both Galebi and Obapate swallowed hard. They exchanged a glance, both reading wariness and disbelief in each other's eyes.

The Xiao family had just dealt a heavy blow to the Jia Lie family through the dispute over wound medicine, and now they were thriving, showing signs of becoming the dominant force in Wutan City.

That's why the Obama family and the Garry family secretly started colluding.

"It's not that we don't trust you, sir, but Xiao Yan, the third son of the Xiao family, has already regained his talent, and the Xiao family is riding this wave of success. Even if the Xiao family suffers misfortune in the future, they won't be afraid! On the contrary, if we take advantage of the Xiao family's weakness and kick them while they're down, wouldn't we be in trouble if that kid became powerful one day..."

"Heh, no wonder your two families combined are still outmatched by the Xiao family. That Xiao family brat hasn't even accomplished anything yet, and you're already scared out of your wits?" The man in black robes sneered. "Let me tell you the truth, that Xiao family brat offended the Yunlan Sect and has already been killed by the Grand Elder on Yunlan Mountain!"

Yun Congxin narrowed his eyes. He remembered that in the book, these two families suddenly acted like they were taking advantage of the chaos without thinking, and were ruthlessly crushed by Xiao Yan.

It seems they were completely fooled by those four men in black robes...

That's not surprising at all!

Galebi's eyes immediately lit up. Hearing this good news, he felt refreshed and his fighting spirit circulated more smoothly.

"Hmph! I knew it! That little bastard has been arrogant and domineering since he was a child, and now that he's grown up, he's even more outrageous and oppressive to the villagers! It's one thing to bully us, but he even dares to bully the Yunlan Sect! He's truly asking for death!"

You're doing this too?

Unlike the agitated Galebi, Obapton was much calmer. He bowed respectfully and asked, "May I ask, sir, are you from...?"

Obappaton didn't doubt the veracity of the news that Xiao Yan had died at the Yunlan Sect. In his view, setting a three-year agreement was an utterly foolish thing to do. If he lost, it would be fine, but if he won, he probably wouldn't be able to leave the Yunlan Sect alive.

But he now has a guess: knowing the news of Xiao Yan's death, such powerful experts would condescend to come to this small Wutan City in person; the identities of these adults are self-evident.

Presumably, the adults didn't want to get their hands dirty, so they made them make white gloves to make it seem like the downfall of the Xiao family had nothing to do with the Yunlan Sect...

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" The black-robed man sitting at the head of the table coughed heavily and said in a cold voice.

This is tantamount to admitting Obama's guess!