Devouring Soul Emperor

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Get Lost

Hearing this, Chief Steward Zhou couldn’t help but let out a derisive snort.

"Cancel his consignment... Does he think he’s put up some kind of grand finale treasure...?"

Chief Steward Zhou shook his head, his gaze toward Chu Qingyun growing even more disdainful.

"Chief Steward Zhou, I’d advise you to send someone to verify things. It would be unfortunate if you ended up getting yourself into trouble over this."

Qin Ya said coolly, looking at Chief Steward Zhou.

At her words, Chief Steward Zhou’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Chu Qingyun had seemed calm and composed the entire time, and Qin Ya was also acting remarkably confident.

’Could it be? Did he really consign something important?’

Compared to Steward Huang, Chief Steward Zhou was ultimately far more level-headed. He glanced at the number on the token in Chu Qingyun’s hand, then ordered a man beside him to go check what items had been consigned.

Before long, the man who had gone to check came running back in a panic.

Upon his return, he whispered a few words into Chief Steward Zhou’s ear. The Chief Steward’s expression changed instantly, and his eyes, as he looked at Chu Qingyun, filled with utter shock.

Two Spiritual Longevity Pills and ninety-four Nascent Condensation Pills!

’To produce nearly a hundred elixirs in one go... Don’t tell me this guy is an Alchemist?’

After his astonishment, Chief Steward Zhou immediately put on a broad smile and said to Chu Qingyun, "Haha, Young Master Chu, you truly are a hidden expert! What happened before was all a misunderstanding. From now on, the VIP area of our auction house is open to you at any time. Please..."

"Huang Qiu Liang, get the hell out of my way! You dared to offend a distinguished guest today, so just you wait for your punishment!" Chief Steward Zhou turned his head and berated Steward Huang.

Huang Qiu Liang was completely bewildered.

He still didn’t understand why Chief Steward Zhou’s attitude toward him had done a complete one-eighty after that man returned.

However, despite his confusion, he obediently stepped aside, an awkward and nervous smile on his face.

Nearby, Han Libin, Ye Junhao, and the others were also extremely puzzled. They couldn’t understand how Chu Qingyun had suddenly turned the tables.

’Consignment... Could this guy have really consigned something that even Chief Steward Zhou wouldn’t dare to mishandle? But that’s impossible. All of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower’s auction items were registered long ago. If it’s not something from the Qin Family, could it be his own?’

At this moment, Han Libin, Dong Xin, and the other two felt that Chu Qingyun had become completely unfathomable.

However, just as they were wondering, Chu Qingyun and Qin Ya remained standing where they were, not moving a single step.

"Young Master Chu, what is the meaning of this?" Chief Steward Zhou asked, confused.

"Chief Steward Zhou, your Steward Huang here said earlier that he absolutely had to cancel my consignment today. Are we just going to let something like that slide?"

"This..."

Chief Steward Zhou looked at Chu Qingyun, then at Huang Qiu Liang, and understood. Now, it was Chu Qingyun who refused to let the matter drop.

Huang Qiu Liang wasn’t an idiot. At this point, he could of course tell that something was very wrong.

"Young Master Chu, it was all a misunderstanding, all my fault. Please, come in, come in..." Huang Qiu Liang said with a fawning smile, bowing his body slightly.

However, Chu Qingyun didn’t even spare him a glance. His gaze remained fixed on Chief Steward Zhou, waiting to see how he would handle it.

Huang Qiu Liang had been so arrogant and smug before, leaving him absolutely no way out. Chu Qingyun didn’t consider himself some kind of saint, and he had no interest whatsoever in repaying injustice with kindness.

Chief Steward Zhou hesitated for a moment, then his expression suddenly turned serious. "Huang Qiu Liang, you can pack your things and get out!"

"What? Chief Steward Zhou, you... what did you say?" Huang Qiu Liang’s eyes shot wide open, unable to believe his ears.

"I said, get the hell out right now. From now on, you have nothing to do with this auction house!"

Having made his decision, Chief Steward Zhou no longer felt a shred of hesitation. His gaze toward Huang Qiu Liang was now filled with coldness.

Upon this second confirmation, Huang Qiu Liang’s expression became one of utter panic.

He looked toward Han Libin, Dong Xin, and the other two, but all four of them turned their heads away, refusing to even look at him.

Before, when Huang Qiu Liang was useful to them, they were naturally enthusiastic.

But now, even a blind man could see that Huang Qiu Liang was finished, completely ruined at the hands of Chu Qingyun. Who would be willing to associate with him now?

"Chief Steward Zhou, I..."

"Huang Qiu Liang, are you trying to make me say it a third time!?"

Huang Qiu Liang tried to say something more, but he was cut off sharply by Chief Steward Zhou.

Seeing the rage on Chief Steward Zhou’s face, Huang Qiu Liang understood that he was truly finished this time. Dejected, he walked away from the auction house, step by step.

He used to look down on the low-level Martial Spirits in the common area, but now, having lost his position at the auction house, he had become just another one of them.

"Young Master Chu, may we go in now?" Chief Steward Zhou said to Chu Qingyun with a smile.

Chu Qingyun nodded, and he and Qin Ya walked inside.

The auction was about to begin, and he didn’t want to blow the situation out of proportion. He was happy to resolve it quickly and teach that Huang Qiu Liang a lesson.

As for Han Libin, Ye Junhao, and their group, the strongest among them was merely a first-level Martial Spirit. The current Chu Qingyun really didn’t pay them any mind.

’It’s good to thwart them once before the auction begins. It’ll save me the trouble of them trying to pull some clumsy tricks and being a nuisance during the event.’

Before long, the true VIPs began to arrive one after another.

Around noon, the auction officially began.

The auctioneer was a sharp and capable-looking middle-aged man. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries; after a brief introduction to the auction and a word of thanks, he immediately had the first item brought out.

A beautiful attendant walked out from the back, carrying a tray.

The auctioneer lifted the red cloth on the tray, revealing a thick, somewhat tattered and ancient-looking Secret Manual. "The first auction item is a King-level Blade Technique Secret Manual!"

As soon as he said this, the entire hall was in an uproar.

Even Chu Qingyun jerked his head up, staring at the Secret Manual in disbelief.

’Starting with a King-level Blade Technique? Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration!’

"Ahem, this Secret Manual is an incomplete copy. The Blade Technique recorded within can only be cultivated to the Realm of Sword Qi."

"However, the power of a King-level blade technique, whether it’s Sword Momentum or Sword Qi, is absolutely far beyond that of a Spirit-Level one! And who knows, perhaps there’s a genius among you who can comprehend that final step on their own!"

"Enough talk. For this incomplete King-level Blade Technique Secret Manual, the starting price is 20,000 drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid, and each bid must be an increment of no less than one thousand!"