The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 283: Storms Are Not Meant to Be Chaotic; The Martial World Is Not the World!

Chapter 283: Storms Are Not Meant to Be Chaotic; The Martial World Is Not the World!

Storms Are Not Meant to Be Chaotic; The Martial World Is Not the World! . . .

Cultivators occupying lower positions within the martial world comprised individuals ranging from ordinary cultivators at the Human Origin Stage to those at the Earth Origin Stage, and even Sky Origin Stage practitioners such as Guan Zhengwen from the Crown Prince's Palace and Master Sun from the royal family. Among them, some possessed remarkable power and strength, and a few ranked at the apex within the Land of Han-Yang. Yet, they all bowed to the authority of the royal family.

However, the martial world figures whom the three princes encountered today defied their preconceptions.

The attendees of this auction hailed from renowned sects, clandestine organizations, noble clans, and conquerors of various territories, making them extraordinary individuals. They transcended the realm of ordinary mortals, viewing common folk as inconsequential and mundane issues as trifles.

They were far from being considered "poorly educated."

Even the ordinary disciples from these sects had received comprehensive education and training. Virtually all of these forces maintained their own schools dedicated to instructing and nurturing their younger generations. The great sects went even further, emphasizing rigorous study of martial arts texts. A slight misinterpretation could lead to fatal consequences.

While certain myths depicted individuals with limited education suddenly becoming martial heroes upon discovering a martial arts manual, such tales were often regarded as fictitious.

On this unique day and in this special place, the princes witnessed the martial world's denizens and embarrassingly realized that their royal lineage held little significance in these individuals' eyes.

While some cultivators might wield less political influence than the government, they would not hesitate to eliminate anyone who provoked them, even government officials.

Those qualified to attend this auction harbored no concern for "royal authority."

Frustration swelled within the hearts of the princes. They had initially intended to recruit formidable individuals but discovered that their cherished royal blood was of little consequence. In retrospect, they wished they had remained blissfully ignorant, clinging to the illusion of their exalted royal lineage rather than facing the harsh reality.

Yet, not all the princes shared this frustration. In one corner, a teenager sat apart, his curiosity piqued by the unfolding events.

He was the kingdom's youngest prince, a member of the royal family who often remained in the shadows, unnoticed and uncelebrated. Unlike his elder brothers, he harbored no aspirations to seize the throne. His name was Chen Zhi, a name chosen by his father, the king, as a testament to his desire for harmony among his sons. It was a message that spoke of fraternal unity, of avoiding the strife that often plagued those vying for power.

At his tender age of ten, Chen Zhi's enthusiasm knew no bounds, and he perceived no ill treatment from Ling-Bao Hall, despite their seeming indifference. This grand event had already opened his young eyes to a world far beyond the ordinary.

The auction's commencement marked a shift in the atmosphere. Guan Wanshan, the auction's master, presented the first item—a legendary treasure, the Supreme Pei-Yuan Dan, renowned for its world-shaking effects during the previous auction. The once-silent hall was now buzzing with energy.

"Twenty million taels!" voices called out.

"Thirty million taels…" competing bids resounded.

The amounts being spoken were astonishing, far beyond what was considered usual in everyday life, yet today, they flowed effortlessly from the attendees' lips. As the crowd grew increasingly fervent, Guan Wanshan's words fueled the excitement further. It was only the first item, yet it had already electrified the entire auction, generating tension that surpassed that of even the most prized items in typical auctions.

Wan Zhenghao, the host of the auction, remained on edge. Fortunately, Cha Eun Xiao arrived just as the auction moved on to the presentation of the second Supreme Pei-Yuan Dan.

On this day, the Feng Monarch, resplendent in his pristine white robe, exuded an air of grandeur. With a confident posture and a perpetual smile, he ascended the staircase, drawing the attention of those in attendance.

However, something unexpected occurred. The Feng Monarch's gaze was suddenly captivated by two individuals, both donned in white attire. Their eyes bore a complexity of emotions as they fixed their gaze upon Feng Zhiling, who continued his ascent.

Wenren Chuchu made a valiant effort to suppress the emotions swelling within her, though the attempt was imperfect. In contrast, Bing Xinyue adeptly concealed her feelings and focused intently on Guan Wanshan and the auction proceedings.

Despite the high-profile presence of Feng Zhiling, the fervor surrounding the Supreme Pei-Yuan Dan commanded the attention of the crowd. Few noticed the Feng Monarch's entrance.

Cha Eun Xiao proceeded directly to the Sky No. 1 Room, where he was intercepted by two imposing figures clad in black. Their shout, though not deafening, drew the eyes of the onlookers, given the room's prominence.

Unperturbed, Cha Eun Xiao smiled and identified himself. "I am the monarch of Ling-Bao Hall," he stated calmly. "My name is Feng. I wish to speak with your master."

The words flowed from his lips in a composed and unhurried manner.

Moments later, a clear voice emanated from within the room. "What is it?"

Cha Eun Xiao paused briefly before responding, "Storms are not meant to be chaotic; the martial world is not the world."

Master Bai's raised eyebrows betrayed his surprise as he gazed at the doorway. He inquired, "Who is that?"

Wan-Er, comprehending the request, softly interjected, "Please come in, Feng Monarch."

In the eyes of the observers, Feng Monarch had uttered enigmatic words before disappearing into the room. They were left mystified and intrigued.

Questions swirled among the attendees. "Who is this Feng Monarch?" "Why is he receiving such special treatment?" "Does he harbor some hidden secrets?"

Members of the Sunlight Sect and the Starlight Sect were particularly perplexed by the unfolding scene.