299: Chapter 298 I heard there's an auction here? I'll consign some "local specialties"

After resolving the City Lord's Manor's intimidation squad at Shura Square with iron-blooded methods, Lin Feng did not directly charge into the City Lord's Manor to seize power as everyone expected.

Instead, he made a decision that left everyone completely bewildered.

"Let's go, to Wanbao Tower."

Lin Feng clapped his hands and stood up.

"Chief, what are we going to Wanbao Tower for?" Liu Ming was a bit dazed. "Shouldn't we take this chance to occupy the City Lord's Manor and drag that City Lord out to kill him?"

"Killing the City Lord is physical labor, no rush."

Lin Feng touched the few storage rings he had just exchanged from the System, looking disgusted. "What do we lack most right now? Cash flow! Top-grade Spiritual Veins!"

"We've snatched so many things along the way, but it's all just a pile of junk. We need to find a place to turn it into money, right? Otherwise, it'll just get moldy in the rings."

If the Seven Luminaries Immortal King, now in the underworld, knew that the Heaven And Earth Treasures he had collected in his palace for ten thousand years were being called "junk" by Lin Feng, he would probably be so angry he'd flip his coffin lid, come back to life, and die all over again.

Wanbao Tower, the largest den for fencing stolen goods in the City of Sin.

It was located in the most prosperous area in the north of the city, a magnificent tower reaching a hundred stories high. It was said its behind-the-scenes owner had an unfathomable background, related to some big shot in the Immortal Realm; even the City Lord had to give them some face.

Today happened to be the day the annual "Underground Auction" opened, and countless underworld giants, evil cultivation powerhouses, and reclusive old monsters had gathered here.

Lin Feng brought Liu Ming and Fugui, swaggering toward the magnificent golden gates of Wanbao Tower.

"Halt! No unauthorized personnel allowed! Please show your invitation!"

At the entrance, two attendants dressed in brocade blocked their path. They looked at Lin Feng with contempt. Although this kid was handsome, his white clothes clearly weren't the uniform of any major Sect, and he only had one follower (Liu Ming was mistaken for a lackey) and a mouse. No matter how they looked at him, he didn't seem like someone who could enter such a high-end event.

"Invitation? Don't have one," Lin Feng said honestly.

"Don't have one?"

The attendant on the left sneered, his nose in the air. "Then get lost! Is Wanbao Tower a place where a country bumpkin like you can enter? Do you know who is sitting inside today? Any one of them coming out could..."

*Slap!*

A crisp, loud sound of a slap interrupted his incessant babbling.

Lin Feng delivered a backhand slap, using no spiritual power, just pure Physical Body strength. The attendant spun three times on the spot, half his face instantly swelling like a pig's head, and two teeth flew out.

"You... you dare hit me?!" the attendant clutched his face in disbelief. This was Wanbao Tower!

"What's wrong with hitting you? Consider it my good mood today that I didn't kill you."

Lin Feng casually pulled out a black medallion from his robes and spun it rapidly on his fingertip.

That was... the City Lord's Manor Commander's medallion he had just scavenged from Tu Gang's corpse! It still bore a trace of lingering bloodthirsty Aura.

The attendant took a closer look and trembled all over, his knees going weak as he almost knelt.

"Com... Commander Medallion?!"

In this City of Sin, seeing the medallion was like seeing the person. Holding this medallion meant one represented the high-level combat power of the City Lord's Manor!

"Please enter, My Lord! This lowly one was blind! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!" The attendant hurried to bow and scrape, cold sweat pouring down. "Please take the VIP passage! I will notify the Head Manager immediately!"

Lin Feng snorted coldly, tossed the medallion to Liu Ming, and strode inside with his group.

Since he was here to fence stolen goods, he had to show the Aura of a fierce bandit. If he was too polite, others would only think he was here to sell trash.

Crossing the hall, Lin Feng ignored those inquisitive gazes and directly pushed open the doors marked "Backstage Area - Restricted."

"Who is it?! The backstage is a Forbidden Ground; trespassers will die!"

Several Early Stage Golden Immortal guards tried to stop them, but were directly blown back by the breath released by Liu Ming.

Lin Feng pushed the door and entered.

He saw a middle-aged fat man covered in flab, his hands adorned with various gemstone rings, sitting on a grand armchair. He was rolling two walnuts in his hand, listening to music with a look of ease.

This person was none other than the Head Manager of Wanbao Tower, Qian Tongshen, known as "Money-Skinner Qian."

"Where did this wild brat come from, daring to barge into my Wanbao Tower's backstage? Do you want to die?" Qian Tongshen didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone cold and dripping with the majesty of a superior.

"Manager Qian, right?"

Lin Feng pulled over a chair and sat down on his own, crossing his legs and taking control of the room.

"I heard you have an auction here? I have a few 'local specialties' brought from 'above' that I'd like to cut the line for and consign."

"Cut the line?"

Qian Tongshen laughed—laughed out of anger. He put down the walnuts, opened his small eyes that were mere slits, and looked at Lin Feng with contempt.

"Young man, do you know what level of treasures are being auctioned today? Do you know the line of people waiting to consign items outside could circle the city three times? You want to cut the line with a few pieces of trash? I think you're here to cause trouble! Men, throw him out!"

"Trash?"

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled up, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Manager Qian, don't speak too soon. Whether it's trash or not, speak after you've seen it."

As he spoke, he gave a casual wave of his hand.

*Clang!*

A Flying Sword shimmering with cold light was tossed onto the table like a piece of scrap metal.

Upon the blade, seven stars circulated, emitting a heart-palpitating Immortal King pressure. Two small ancient seal characters were engraved on the hilt: Seven Luminaries.

Qian Tongshen's hand, which was still rolling the walnuts, instantly froze. The walnuts fell to the floor with a *thud*.

He lunged at the table, his hands trembling as he stroked the sword, his eyes bulging round.

"This... this this this... this is the Seven Luminaries Immortal Sword?! The life-bound Flying Sword of the Seven Luminaries Immortal King?!"

The fat man practically bounced out of his chair, his voice as shrill as a duck being strangled. "How did this thing end up in your hands?! This is a registered heavy treasure of the Heavenly Court! How did you... wait!"

He suddenly thought of that rumor.

"Don't get excited, this is just the appetizer."

Lin Feng smiled and waved his hand again.

*Clatter!*

A large pile of blindingly bright items was poured out like trash, filling the entire table.

"This is Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li's Golden Exquisite Pagoda... oh, the tip of this pagoda has a crack, I accidentally bumped it. Sell it at a discount."

"This is the Giant Spirit God's Xuanhua Axe. It's quite heavy; it should be worth a lot even if sold as scrap metal."

"This is one of Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels... well, one wheel. I don't know where the other one flew off to."

Qian Tongshen was already dumbfounded. Cold sweat poured off him, and his heart pounded like a war drum.

What kind of consignment was this? This was clearly someone who had just finished robbing the Heavenly Court! This kid... this kid is that Lin Feng wanted by the Extreme Dao Immortal Slaying Order?!

"Finally, there's a grand finale."

Lin Feng slowly pulled a jade thumb ring of emerald green from his robes and placed it gently on the table.

On that ring, nine lifelike true dragons were carved; the eyes of each dragon seemed alive, emitting an imperial air that was uniquely supreme and capable of suppressing the heavens.

"Ugh..."

The moment Qian Tongshen saw that ring clearly, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor.

"The Ni... nine-dragon jade thumb ring?!"

"This is Immortal Emperor Haotian's personal item?! You... you even robbed the Immortal Emperor?!"

He was going crazy.

This world was too insane.

Having been in the City of Sin for so many years, he had seen ruthless people and arrogant people, but he had never seen someone this suicidal! Even the Immortal Emperor's ring was brought here to be sold?

"How about it, Manager Qian?"

Lin Feng looked at the terrified Qian Tongshen, smiling brightly like the boy next door.

"Are these 'local specialties' qualified enough to cut the line?"

"I don't want much; you can set the starting price as you wish. But I only want Top-grade Immortal Spiritual Veins, settled on the spot."

"By the way, a friendly tip." Lin Feng leaned down and patted Qian Tongshen's greasy, trembling cheek, whispering:

"Don't think about double-crossing me, and don't think about reporting this to the authorities."

"Since I dared to rob the Heavenly Court, I wouldn't mind tearing down this Wanbao Tower while I'm at it."

"You're a smart businessman; you should know how to choose, right?"