In the center of the auction hall was a circular stage, surrounded by concentric circles of seats. The three rows closest to the stage were red, followed by black, purple, yellow, and white seats outwards.
Up on the second-floor attic, there were several golden boulevards.
Lu Feng stood by the window, looking at the auction items on the stage and the hostesses beside them.
They wore white dresses with short hems. The dresses were low-cut, revealing deep cleavage, which aroused the imagination.
From the second-floor vantage point, it felt like an unobstructed view.
"Is it beautiful?"
Suddenly, Qian Renxue's soft voice came from behind Lu Feng.
"Ahem."
Lu Feng coughed lightly, then said seriously, "Brother Qinghe, you misunderstand. I am Lu Feng, a gentleman."
"Offensive soul tools are quite rare. Look at that soul gun, so white... ugh, so round."
"Hmph, so Brother Lu likes this type. Shall I find a few to keep you company?" Qian Renxue stared intently at Lu Feng, speaking teasingly.
For some reason,
Qian Renxue felt a little annoyed. On one hand, she felt she had found Lu Feng's weakness and could easily manipulate him.
On the other hand, she thought that a soul master with pure light attributes could be so shameless—had the Angel Goddess fallen asleep?
"Hehe, it seems Brother Qinghe is quite knowledgeable about these things." Lu Feng leaned back on the sofa, put his feet on the table, and rested his head on his hands.
Qian Renxue looked at Lu Feng and shook her head helplessly.
This man really wasn't willing to suffer any loss, even verbally.
Qian Renxue poured herself a cup of tea and said calmly, "These women belong to the auction house, including their lives. If someone is willing to pay, they can naturally be bought and sold."
Hearing this, Lu Feng sat up from the sofa, puzzled, "Buying and selling people like commodities? If I remember correctly, imperial law prohibits the slave trade?"
In his previous life, Lu Feng had already learned about the cruelty of the Douluo world from novels.
For the lower classes, awakening innate soul power was difficult!
Fighting against soul masters with human strength?
Even more difficult!
However, Lu Feng didn't expect these words to come from Qian Renxue so calmly.
Wasn't she the inheritor of the Angel God?
Shouldn't she believe in love and pursue light?
At this moment, Qian Renxue sighed helplessly, "Wherever there are people, there are interests. The forces behind the auction house are intricate and complex. Let alone a mere crown prince like me, even the emperor would find it difficult to intervene."
Lu Feng chuckled lightly, teasingly saying, "It's hard to imagine that these words would come from Your Highness's mouth."
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly, her face expressionless, "So-called laws are merely a means to restrain commoners. For the aristocratic class, however, laws are simply the rules of the game they set."
Lu Feng picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, remaining silent for a moment.
Having grown up under the red flag in his previous life, Lu Feng knew very little about the sordid nature of these aristocratic classes. His previous idea was simple: as long as a god appeared, the格局 (geju, a concept encompassing power, structure, and ideology) of the Douluo Continent would naturally be broken.
However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that even if the power structure of the continent were reshuffled, it would only breed another group of nobles.
What truly caused class conflict was not martial souls or innate soul power, but people's mindsets.
Lu Feng gently put down the teacup and slowly exhaled.
Liberating the world could wait. Right now, focus on improving your soul power, instead of daydreaming about becoming a 'failed art student'.
"Huh? Brother Qinghe, why are you staring at me like that?"
At this moment, Lu Feng noticed that Qian Renxue's gaze was somewhat unfriendly.
He subconsciously picked up his teacup and took another sip.
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Suddenly, Lu Feng realized something and thought to himself, "Damn, this cup is hers. Does she think I'm a pervert?"
Lu Feng chuckled awkwardly, then turned his gaze to the auction stage.
"Hmph!" Qian Renxue snorted coldly and said nothing more. A moment of silence fell over the private room.
Not long after, the attack soul tool was bought by a nobleman from the red zone.
The power demonstrated by the soul tool was roughly equivalent to the first soul skill of a level ten or so soul master. Surprisingly, its price had reached 100,000 gold soul coins.
"Eh? Brother Qinghe, who is that person?" Lu Feng asked, pointing at the middle-aged man.
The man was dressed in white, with a refined appearance, resembling a businessman.
Qian Renxue glanced down and said calmly, "That's the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and also my teacher."
"So it's Sect Master Ning of the wealthiest sect in the world. I've long admired your name."
Lu Feng's eyes darted around, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Brother Qinghe, I have a treasure I'd like to auction off. How do you appraise it?"
As he spoke, Lu Feng took out a hand crossbow from his soul tool. Unlike ordinary crossbows, this one had a black box mounted in the center.
The small black box, about the size of a palm, had a ring and a lock. It was entirely black, with a layer of fine perforations on the front and back.
"What is this?" Qian Renxue asked curiously.
Lu Feng said mysteriously, "Aren't there appraisers at the auction house? Let them take a look. But I swear, its power will absolutely astound everyone." "
Heh." Qian Renxue chuckled.
She walked to the sofa, picked up a small hammer, and tapped it on the metal plate beside her.
"Clang!" A crisp metallic sound rang out.
A moment later, a waiter jogged in and took away Lu Feng's crossbow.
At this moment, the host on the stage, holding a megaphone, announced, "Next, we will be auctioning a rare and precious item."
His face was full of smiles, but those smiles looked utterly lewd.
As his words fell, three burly men pushed in a small cart with a huge iron cage on it.
Inside the cage, a young girl was curled up. The girl was mostly naked, with fair skin and short, light green hair; only her vital parts were covered by seashells.
Strangely, her ears were small and pointed, like those of a cat, and she even had a long tail.
The host grinned and said, "The starting price for this item is 100,000 gold soul coins, and each bid must be at least 10,000 gold soul coins."
His words were followed by a cacophony of howls and screams from the auction hall.
"110,000 gold soul coins!"
"120,000 gold soul coins!"
"200,000!"
Looking at the cheering crowd, Qian Renxue's expression gradually darkened.
Suddenly, she glanced at Lu Feng, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Brother Lu Feng, how about I take a picture of her and give it to you as a gift?"
Hearing this, Lu Feng frowned.
What trick was this fake prince up to now?
Testing me?
I, Lu Feng, have lived most of my life under the red flag, and my upbringing instilled in me a deep-seated hatred for gambling and drugs!
A test? Which cadre couldn't withstand such a test?
Lu Feng coughed lightly and said, "I appreciate Brother Qinghe's kindness. However, I already have a kitten at home, so Brother Qinghe doesn't need to spend any more money."
(End of Chapter)