198: Chapter 197 The Golden Immortal Pavilion Master Descends Personally—A Big Shot's Olive Branch!

In Private Room Jia-3, the atmosphere was suppressed to the freezing point.

The terrifying phenomenon triggered by the nine-colored pill qi had already alarmed the entire Tianlan Ghost Market.

Wanbao Tower, this black-gold pagoda that had stood for ten thousand years as a symbol of absolute order and wealth, was currently "buzzing," as if in excitement, and yet as if in fear.

Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli, the chief appraiser at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Immortal realm, was currently prostrate on the ground, kneeling before Lin Feng.

His heart, which was used to weathering storms, was now thumping wildly, nearly jumping out of his throat.

He had caused a catastrophic disaster!

“Se... Senior!”

Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli trembled as he held the Purple-Gold VIP Token high above his head, his voice tinged with a sob.

“It is this Junior who was blind! It is this Junior who was audaciously bold! I will go report to the Tower Master immediately and ask him to personally...”

“No need.”

Lin Feng spoke indifferently, his voice still raspy.

He slowly put away the [Nine-Turn Golden Pellet] that was still emitting the Nine Dragons phenomenon.

As the Medicinal Pill entered the box, the soaring divine light finally began to recede.

But it was already too late.

Lin Feng could clearly feel at least a dozen suffocatingly powerful Divine Thoughts, like the sharpest steel needles, firmly pinned onto this private room!

Every single Divine Thought far surpassed that of a Heavenly Immortal!

“Golden Immortals...”

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled into a cold arc.

“This fish pond is indeed deep enough.”

He glanced at Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli kneeling on the ground, and then at the token.

“This seat only wants Private Box Bing-3.”

“This... Senior, this...”

The expression on Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli's face was uglier than if he were crying. “Senior, you... you might not know.”

“That Private Box Bing-3 is... is the exclusive box of the [Nether Palace]!”

“Nether Palace?”

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.

“Yes!” Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli quickly explained. “They are the true controllers of our Tianlan Ghost Market! Even our Tower Master has to give them some face...”

“Oh?”

Lin Feng smiled. “Then this seat wants that position even more.”

“Senior! You are making things difficult for this Junior...”

Just as Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli was about to cry from anxiety.

“Hehehe...”

An aged yet energetic light laugh rang out within the private room without any warning.

“Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli, you may withdraw first.”

This voice seemed to contain some kind of magic that made words become law.

As soon as it appeared, those dozen or so Golden Immortal Divine Thoughts that were still pinned outside the room instantly retracted as if they had been struck by lightning!

Following that, the pressure that made the entire pagoda hum also vanished.

Chief Appraiser Qian Wanli felt as if he had been granted a great pardon!

“Wel... Welcome, Tower Master!”

He scrambled to his feet, gave a respectful bow toward the empty void, and then fled the private room without daring to look back.

Lin Feng slowly turned around.

He saw that on the armchair made of ten-thousand-year Soul-Nourishing Wood, a person had sat down at some unknown point.

A person who looked ordinary, even a bit amiable...

A chubby old man.

The old man wore the most common silk squire's robe. He had a square face and large ears, was smiling broadly, and was rolling two walnuts in his hand.

He just sat there, as if he had merged into one with the room.

But Lin Feng, within that smile that squinted his eyes into slits, felt a force even more terrifying and profound than Demon Lord Xuetu's...

Golden Immortal pressure!

The Peak of the Golden Immortal realm!

“Fellow Daoist, please sit.”

The chubby old man smiled and pointed to the chair opposite him.

Lin Feng was not polite either and sat down boldly.

“Fellow Daoist has impressive methods.”

As soon as the Tower Master spoke, it was earth-shattering. “This [Nine-Turn Golden Pellet], if this old man is not mistaken, should be the work of... 'Dan Chenzi', right?”

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Dan Chenzi?

Who was that?

This pill of his was produced by the System; what did it have to do with Dan Chenzi?

However, his expression remained unchanged, and he only gave a raspy "Mhm."

“As expected!”

The smile on the Tower Master's face grew even wider!

“Dan Chenzi, the Chief Alchemist used by the Immortal Emperor ten thousand years ago! Rumor has it that he perished long ago in that year's 'Great Demon-Sealing War'.”

“To think that his Medicinal Pills are still circulating in the world!”

“For Fellow Daoist to obtain such a divine object, your Opportunity is truly Heaven-Defying.”

The Tower Master was testing him.

He was testing Lin Feng's background!

“Opportunity?”

Lin Feng gave a cold laugh. “You can also understand it as me slaughtering that old thing called Dan Chenzi.”

“...”

The Tower Master's hand rolling the walnuts suddenly froze.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly turned cold.

A long while passed.

“Hahahaha!”

The Tower Master suddenly burst into a fit of loud laughter, the sound of which made the entire third floor tremble!

“Good! Good! Good!”

“Fellow Daoist has great courage!”

He withdrew his smile, and a terrifyingly sharp light erupted from his squinted eyes!

“I am the Tower Master of Wanbao Tower, Wan Sanqian.”

“Fellow Daoist, this friend... I have made!”

He stopped testing.

Because he could see that this "Night Wind" before him was a madman!

He was a ruthless person who dared to kill Dan Chenzi!

This kind of person either had a background that reached the heavens...

Or their strength was Heaven-Defying!

Regardless of which one it was, it was worth his Wanbao Tower's...

Investment!

“Fellow Daoist.”

Wan Sanqian waved his hand, and the Purple-Gold VIP Token automatically flew in front of Lin Feng.

“Keep this token well.”

“In seven days, Private Box Bing-3, I will personally reserve it for you.”

“Oh?” Lin Feng toyed with the token. “You aren't afraid of offending the Nether Palace?”

“Nether Palace?”

Wan Sanqian curled his lip in disdain. “It's true they are the controllers of the Ghost Market. But my Wanbao Tower is opened throughout the entire Nine Heavens Immortal Realm!”

“They wouldn't dare to act wildly in my place!”

“What's more...”

Wan Sanqian smiled like an old fox. “Fellow Daoist, you brought out the [Nine-Turn Golden Pellet].”

“That makes you the most distinguished guest of our Wanbao Tower!”

“Never mind a Bing-3, even if you wanted Tian-1, I would reserve it for you!”

“Good.”

Lin Feng put away the token; he knew that the other party had already taken the bait.

“This seat has one more matter.”

“Please speak, Fellow Daoist!”

“This seat is looking for a demon.”

Lin Feng's voice turned cold. “A Yellow Weasel Demon who can speak human language, is greedy for wealth and lustful, and is a bit wretched.”

“His name is Huang Fugui.”

“Huang Fugui?”

Wan Sanqian's brow furrowed as he frantically searched for this name in his mind.

“A Treasure-Seeking Mouse?”

“Something like that.”

“Fine.”

Wan Sanqian nodded. He could see that this was Lin Feng's true purpose for this trip!

That Medicinal Pill was just a stepping stone!

“Rest assured, Fellow Daoist.”

Wan Sanqian revealed an "I understand" smile.

“My Wanbao Tower may not have everything else, but we are well-informed.”

“Within seven days.”

“When the auction ends, whether dead or alive, I will give Fellow Daoist a satisfactory answer!”

“Thanks.”

Lin Feng slowly rose.

“Then, we shall meet again in seven days.”

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the private room.

Only Wan Sanqian was left, rolling those two walnuts as the smile on his face slowly faded.

“Interesting...”

“A First Level Heavenly Immortal who can ignore my Golden Immortal pressure...”

“A First Level Heavenly Immortal who can produce a [Nine-Turn Golden Pellet] that even Golden Immortals would go crazy for...”

“A First Level Heavenly Immortal who is looking for an insignificant Treasure-Seeking Mouse...”

“Night Wind?”

A cold, sharp light flashed in Wan Sanqian's eyes.

“I'd like to see just how much you, a fierce dragon crossing the river, can...”

“Muddle the waters of this Ghost Market!”