The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 355 - 231: Sister Wu Gongyu, Awakening the Daoxin, The Struggle for the World, God’s Condemnation (2)

Besides, absorbing the blood of a Taiyin Saint Body could greatly increase his Cultivation. This woman of the Human Race was one of the few who could pique the interest of the Blood Race.

She would be useless to the Bone Race or the Corpse Race.

So, he had to get his hands on her.

"Rest assured, Crown Prince. A trivial matter like this won’t be a problem for us."

"I will go to the Underworld now and retrieve Wu Jiuyuan’s file."

With an arrogant wave of his hand, Xue Fenghuang declared, "I bid one million, one hundred thousand Great Nether Saint Coins!"

His smile didn’t last long. The next second, a ferocious glare, like that of a starving wolf, flashed past.

Then, a quiet voice sounded:

"Two million Great Nether Saint Coins!"

Even Xue Fenghuang couldn’t hide his astonishment.

"A Night Patrol Envoy’s annual salary is only three hundred thousand Great Nether Saint Coins. Where did you get so much money?"

But Lu Mingyuan didn’t even spare him a glance, treating him as if he were thin air.

Once the price of two million Great Nether Saint Coins was announced, no one dared to counter the bid.

A collective gasp went through the crowd.

This Night Patrol Envoy was too ruthless, raising the price twentyfold! He had shown no signs of coveting this woman from the Human Race before.

The same went for Xue Fenghuang. He only had one and a half million in spending money on him and simply couldn’t afford any more.

He was therefore highly suspicious of whether Lu Mingyuan could actually produce that much money.

His father was the king of one of the Blood Race’s five great tribes, and with Liu Venerable backing them, their wealth was immeasurable. This Wu Jiuyuan, on the other hand, was a noble from a poor, remote corner of the Northern Domain. Logically, he should be dirt-poor.

"Two million, going once."

"Two million, going twice!"

"Two million, third call... Sold!"

"The woman now belongs to this esteemed sir."

Lu Mingyuan immediately reached out and grabbed Yun Qinghe’s right wrist. He channeled a stream of Primordial Qi into her body.

Yun Qinghe neither resisted nor spoke, like a puppet.

’First, I need to get her out of here.’

Lu Mingyuan decided he had to get her away from this place.

This time, he had spent practically all of his money.

He had basically thrown in all the money he’d earned since arriving in this world.

"One Parasol Divine Lamp, valued at five hundred thousand Great Nether Saint Coins."

Backstage at the auction house, the staff were tallying up the payment.

Lu Mingyuan only had one and a half million.

All his salary, plus the proceeds from selling off many possessions including the Parasol Divine Lamp, was just enough to cover the price.

Lu Mingyuan left the auction.

After probing her condition several times, he found that Yun Qinghe was extremely weak and severely injured. There were even cracks in her Golden Core, and her Divine Soul showed signs of heavy damage. This was clearly the work of the Nether Race; their Curse Telekinesis was comparable to a Confucian Cultivator’s "Words and Laws Follow."

’She was already seriously injured, and now her condition is deteriorating. If this continues, a hundred years of her Cultivation could be completely destroyed.’

’I’ll worry about that later.’

Lu Mingyuan reached out, helped Yun Qinghe to her feet, and prepared to take her away to tend to her injuries.

Even then, Yun Qinghe didn’t resist, remaining as pliant as a wooden puppet.

"Not so fast."

Just then, a voice called out from outside the auction hall’s entrance.

"Sir, I can offer you two and a half million. Would you be willing to part with the woman from the Human Race?"

Xue Fenghuang emerged from the entrance with his men, a seemingly friendly smile on his face.

"I am taking her with me. Anyone who dares to stand in my way will die!"

Lu Mingyuan’s expression turned cold. He lifted Yun Qinghe onto his back and started to walk away.

But the other party was relentless and immediately gave chase.

"You’d better think this through. My father is a Prince of the Underworld, and he is quite famous in the Central Domain."

Hearing this threat, Lu Mingyuan understood his intentions.

’If he weren’t wary of my status as a Night Patrol Envoy, he probably would have attacked already.’

’But by offending me, he has definitely picked on the wrong person.’

Lu Mingyuan was about to strike when he noticed the sky rapidly darkening.

The Netherworld Night was about to fall.

Both men, as if by unspoken agreement, lit the lamps in their hands.

Seeing night fall, Xue Fenghuang seemed to relax. Flames ignited in his eyes as he let out a low roar, "You refused to do this the easy way, so now you’ll do it the hard way. You’re courting death!"

He threw a punch with his right fist, accompanied by the deafening sound of wind and thunder.

However, before his fist could even reach Lu Mingyuan, the sound of a bone shattering echoed.

Immediately after, Xue Fenghuang was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, crashing onto a nearby street.

The sound of shattering bone had been Xue Fenghuang’s arm breaking.

Xue Fenghuang’s men were all stunned. None of them had clearly seen what had just happened.

The Crown Prince, a practitioner of the Taiyin Divine Prayer Technique, was ranked eighteenth on the Netherworld List—a prodigy considered invincible among his peers.

How could this man have defeated the Crown Prince so instantly?

But soon, they had no more time to think.

Because in an instant, they realized the flames in their lamps had been extinguished.

Even the flame in Xue Fenghuang’s lamp was gone.

Lu Mingyuan had snatched all of their lamps!

’You brought this on yourselves. Don’t blame me for being merciless.’

Holding the Parasol Lighting Lamp, Lu Mingyuan retreated from the area.

But moments later, he heard the CRACK CRACK of breaking bones, followed by bloodcurdling screams.

Lu Mingyuan couldn’t resist looking back.

A group of ghoulish figures covered in black, writhing runes had appeared from nowhere. Their eyes were dull and hollow, and the Demonic Qi radiating from them was so thick it was practically overflowing. They were utterly evil, the very picture of demonic nature. Their limbs suddenly twisted into sickening, unnatural shapes.

"’How could they have turned into... this... so quickly?’"

Lu Mingyuan was stunned.

He himself didn’t know what would happen to someone who remained in the darkness for too long.