Chapter 1266: Chapter 1262
With that comparison, Young Master Xue’s attitude at this moment seemed especially proper.
The rest of the people who had followed along to watch the show, seeing that even the master of Divine Sword Manor was being so courteous to the holder of this Supreme Invitation Letter,
gradually stopped muttering and even did their best to weaken their sense of presence.
By the time Yun Ran came out, she saw a whole group of people, but they were unusually quiet. Someone who didn’t know better would think these people were waiting for some incredible big shot.
Ma San was also startled for a moment by the scene in front of him, then a natural sense of pride spread out from the bottom of his heart.
Although he came from a mediocre background and had mediocre aptitude, he made up for it with good luck. As soon as he arrived, he’d latched onto a golden thigh.
Otherwise, based on his original identity, never mind appearing in front of these people he could never normally meet.
Just stepping openly into the territory of Divine Sword Manor was something he wouldn’t even dare dream about.
"Master, that’s the Young Master of Divine Sword Manor. Not far from him is an elder of the Zhou Family, and behind him is..."
The reason Yun Ran had kept Ma San around was now showing. Being a Coachman wasn’t just about driving the carriage; he also needed the ability to recognize people.
People from the Dark Hall, although they hid in the shadows all year and almost never showed up openly at various occasions, their intel network was absolutely not lacking.
All those members of various families and major powers who were active outside, and the representatives of those forces—Ma San could still recognize many of them.
Yun Ran gave a small nod, countable as an acknowledgment of Ma San’s current value.
"Young Master Xue, what business do you have with me?"
When Xue Cheng saw the golden mask on Yun Ran’s face, he wasn’t very surprised, but when he heard Yun Ran’s voice—clearly a young woman’s voice—the surprise in his eyes still showed.
However, that hint of surprise only lasted a very short time. If Yun Ran weren’t extremely good at catching people’s emotions, she might not have noticed at all.
Xue Cheng gathered his thoughts before speaking: "With such a Noble gracing us, it is only right that I personally come to pay my respects."
Yun Ran glanced at the long line of people behind Xue Cheng, but she didn’t take it out on him.
After all, she was only a fake Divine Envoy, not the real one, who was truly moody, gloomy, and ruthless.
"You’ve paid your respects; now all of you withdraw. I don’t like strangers disturbing me."
With that, Yun Ran turned around and went back into the Little Tower.
If it weren’t because the Little Tower Spirit was restricted, Yun Ran really wouldn’t have come out personally to send away those people from Divine Sword Manor.
Ma San hurriedly followed her in and conveniently closed the door of the Little Tower.
Yun Ran had only shown her face for a moment before dismissing everyone, yet none of the people present dared feel the slightest dissatisfaction, nor did they feel they’d been slighted or snubbed.
Xue Cheng turned his head to look at an old man beside him whose presence was extremely low: "Third Grandfather, can you tell where this Noble comes from?"
The old man addressed as Third Grandfather shook his head lightly. "The aura on her body is very profound. Her power is likely above mine.
But from her voice, she should be an extremely young genius... except..."
He didn’t finish the rest, but Xue Cheng understood what was implied.
"Third Grandfather, let’s go back first. Father has entrusted the full responsibility of this auction to me; I cannot allow any mistakes."
The old man nodded. "You don’t need to worry too much. We old guys are backing you from behind; no one will really have the nerve to act blindly."
Xue Cheng cast a subtle glance toward a corner not far away, and the person there received the signal and immediately moved into action.
"Dang dang dang..."
Several crisp bell chimes rang out in succession—that was the sound reminding everyone that the auction was about to start.
The people of Divine Sword Manor took the opportunity to disperse the crowd gathered near the Little Tower.
Yun Ran heard the sound from inside the Little Tower as well, knowing that the auction was about to begin, so for the moment she lost the mood to interrogate the Artifact Spirit.
"Let’s go upstairs and have a look first."
Ma San quickly followed, holding a large tray in his hands, piled with all sorts of things Yun Ran liked to eat.
The Little Tower Spirit also wanted to follow them up to take a look. Don’t be fooled by how many years he’d lived; he’d actually never seen the excitement of an auction with his own eyes.
In the past, he hadn’t been able to manifest, and he’d been suppressed by an Array, so he could only wander around the territory of the first floor.
Now it was different—he already had a human form, and the host of this invitation this time didn’t seem to care much for rules either.
Thinking this, the Little Tower Spirit’s short legs instantly developed a will of their own, and he hurriedly followed them up.
Yun Ran didn’t stop him. After all, she didn’t know that the Little Tower Spirit had previously only been able to drift around on the first floor and couldn’t go up to the second at all.
"Ouch~"
No one had expected that just going up the stairs, the Little Tower Spirit would let out such a pitiful cry of pain.
The sound made Yun Ran glance over curiously, and then she saw the Little Tower Spirit sprawled miserably on the floor.
Ma San was still holding the tray steady, but in his heart he’d already started cursing: What a waste of a chance. He even manages to fall on the stairs—useless!
After that, Ma San straightened his back even more. When it came to serving people and playing the lackey, it clearly had to be him.
Yun Ran stared for a moment, then finally noticed that between the first and second floor, there seemed to be a special Barrier.
"You can’t come up?"
The Little Tower Spirit, who had been wailing, immediately rolled his eyes when he heard Yun Ran’s words.
Then he started to play the victim. "Woo woo woo, I’m so miserable. As an Artifact Spirit, I can’t even go up to the second floor."
Yun Ran: ...
She knew it—anything that managed to cultivate sentience was always full of schemes.
"So only the person holding the Supreme Invitation Letter can enter this tower, with no other restrictions?"
The Little Tower Spirit instantly found it hard to keep acting. This human in front of him was indeed smart, and her words always pierced straight to the heart.
How was he supposed to keep playing the victim and get this woman to personally agree to take him upstairs?
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved the Little Tower Spirit felt. He was the Artifact Spirit here, yet he needed an outsider’s permission before he could go up to the second floor.
Was there an Artifact Spirit in this world more unlucky than him? He might as well have never cultivated to sentience!
The Little Tower Spirit’s silence was practically a "there’s no silver buried here" written all over the place.
Even Ma San couldn’t help feeling a bit of sympathy for this Artifact Spirit. Luckily he had already acknowledged a master, hehe~
"You want to go to the second floor?"
Yun Ran’s words were like a sweet, tempting bait. The Little Tower Spirit knew very well that if he took the hook, he might suffer for it.
But he really, really wanted to go up and take a look. Otherwise, he truly might die of frustration from being trapped on this tiny first floor.
