Douluo Continent: Dark Demon God Biao, inheriting the position of an evil god

Chapter 46 Ye Xishui: When did I say I was going to pay?

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent instantly.

All eyes were focused on the intricately structured, silver metal pedestal on the display stand, which emitted faint energy fluctuations.

The auctioneer took a deep breath and continued the presentation:
"The Conferred God Platform has extraordinary effects; it can imprison and seal soul beasts that are 100,000 years old. It is a rare treasure that is hard to come by."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire auction hall erupted in excitement, and countless eyes lit up.

Can it imprison and seal a soul beast that has been sealed for 100,000 years?

Wouldn't this soul tool be the most precious of all treasures?

It's important to know that a 100,000-year-old soul beast means that a super Douluo can be created with just a 100,000-year-old soul ring.

There is also a 100,000-year-old soul bone that can be passed down through generations.

This is a strategic treasure for any Soul Master family or power!

At this point, the auctioneer added, "Friendly reminder: a 100,000-year-old soul beast must be in a weakened state in order to be captured and imprisoned."

These words instantly cooled the high spirits in the room.

Many people who were initially eager to participate sat back down dejectedly, like punctured balloons.

After all, I would want to have the strength to weaken a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Why would I need your soul-sealing and imprisoning device?
Dai Yuntian's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected to see the Conferred God Platform here.

He immediately turned his head and stared intently at Ye Xishui, who was lazily sipping red wine beside him. The longing in his eyes was almost overflowing, as if he had "I want it" written all over his face.

Ye Xishui elegantly swirled her wine glass, taking in Dai Yuntian's reaction, a playful smile curving her red lips:

"What, you want it?"

Dai Yuntian nodded: "Mm."

Ye Xishui put down her wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and said softly with a hint of mockery and unquestionable authority, "Want it? Sure. Call me 'Mom' and let me hear it."

Dai Yuntian's face stiffened, and he glanced at her speechlessly: "You're kicking me when I'm down, aren't you? You're almost old enough to be my great-great-grandmother... Ye Xishui is too..."

Before he could even finish uttering the last word "Mom," a chilling sensation, like a tangible needle, instantly pierced the top of his head.

Dai Yuntian shuddered and swallowed his words.

Ye Xishui calmly took a sip of red wine, her eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint in them: "Go on, why did you stop talking?"

Dai Yuntian swallowed hard; he had almost forgotten the woman's age.

Especially for women like Ye Xishui, who possess extraordinary strength and extremely high seniority, it is absolutely forbidden.

He quickly pointed to the Conferred God Platform below, trying to change the subject, and said in a slightly roguish tone, "Didn't you say at the door that you were going to give me a gift? Well, I'll take this!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui let out a lazy chuckle, leaned back on the sofa, and said slowly and deliberately:
"Hehe... I did say I would give you a gift. But I didn't say... I would give you 'this' gift."

Dai Yuntian: "..."

He turned his head expressionlessly and uttered a single word into the air:

"6."

Seeing his frustrated and helpless expression, Ye Xishui felt even more pleased, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

Immediately afterward, Dai Yuntian stood up abruptly, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the private room, pointed to the bustling auction hall below, and said in a resolute tone:

"Ye Xishui, I, Dai Yuntian, am making this clear today!"

"I'd rather sell everything I own, go bankrupt, or even jump off this altar than spend a single penny of your money to buy this altar!"

The boy's straight back exuded an unyielding spirit.

Ye Xishui leaned back on the sofa, gently swirling her wine glass in her other hand.

Instead of being annoyed, she clapped lightly as if she were enjoying a good show: "You have guts, I like that. Well then... good luck? Please begin your performance."

On the stage, the auctioneer's voice was loud and passionate:
"The ninth-level soul tool, the Conferred God Platform, starts at 30 million gold soul coins! Bidding begins now!"

"Thirty-one million!" Lights immediately lit up in some private rooms.

"Thirty-three million!"

"Thirty-five million!"

Prices are rising at an alarming rate.

Clearly, despite its flaws, this level-nine soul tool capable of imprisoning and sealing still greatly tempted many powerful forces.

Prices soared like wild horses among the well-funded private rooms.

Dai Yuntian stared intently at what was below, his palms slightly sweaty.

Without hesitation, he picked up the gold card containing his "life savings" that Long Xiaoyao had given him, joined the battle, and raised his number:
"Forty million!"

He directly raised prices in an attempt to intimidate some competitors.

However, his offer was quickly overwhelmed.

"Forty-three million!"

An old voice came from the opposite compartment.

Forty-five million!

A determined bid came from another direction.

Sweat gradually beaded on Dai Yuntian's forehead.

Although the gold card given by Long Xiaoyao was rich, it was clearly incomparable to the wealth of these powerful families or forces with deep foundations.

The price quickly broke through the 50 million mark and is still rising steadily.

He gritted his teeth and quoted another price: "Fifty-two million!" This was almost the limit of Long Xiaoyao's life savings.

"Fifty-five million."

The sound from the opposite compartment remained steady.

Dai Yuntian's heart sank.

His funds have run out.

But the value of the Conferred God Platform goes far beyond that.

The atmosphere in the entire auction hall became heavy, with only a few private boxes still vying for the prizes.

Everyone understood that the ownership of this priceless treasure would soon be decided in a top-level competition.

Ye Xishui had silently appeared behind him without him noticing, her warm breath brushing against his ear, her voice carrying a devilish allure: "How is it, Xiao Yuntian? Do you need... 'Mom's' help?"

Dai Yuntian's body stiffened, his mind undergoing a struggle between heaven and man.

Pride was shouting, but reason told him that if he missed this opportunity, he might have to wait for the next Starry Auction a few years later.

But he didn't want to wait that long.

Ultimately, the desire for power overwhelmed everything.

Dai Yuntian squeezed out two barely audible words through clenched teeth:

"……Mother……"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui was taken aback.

Immediately, an extremely joyful and victorious smile bloomed on her face.

She stretched out her slender fingers and ruffled Dai Yuntian's hair, a gesture that made Dai Yuntian feel very uncomfortable.

"Good son, wouldn't it have been better if you had been this obedient earlier?"

Ye Xishui turned around, not even walking to the price display, but lazily speaking into the voice transmission device inside the private room, she announced a number in a clear and domineering tone that instantly silenced the entire room:
"Seventy million."

Those three seemingly casual words, however, were like a thunderclap, completely crushing all other bids!
The entire auction hall fell silent; everyone was stunned by the terrifyingly high bid increase.

The bidding for the private rooms that had been going on earlier has also completely fallen silent.

After a brief moment of shock, the auctioneer's hammer fell with a trembling voice: "Seventy...seventy million! Once!"
"Seventy million, twice!"

"Seventy million, three times! Sold! Let's congratulate the VIP in the number one VIP box!"

Ye Xishui withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, looked at Dai Yuntian who was standing to the side with a face full of shame and indignation, and chuckled, "See, how good your mother is to you."

Dai Yuntian turned his face away, his ears turning bright red, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The price of calling a stranger "Mom" is somewhat shameful... but in any case, the Investiture Platform is finally in my hands.

When Ye Xishui crushed the entire room with her lazy yet domineering "Seventy million," the auctioneer trembled as he brought down the gavel to announce the sale.

A long time has passed.

Seeing that Ye Xishui showed no intention of leaving.

Dai Yuntian gritted his teeth and reminded him:
"You've already bought the item, so why don't you pay for it?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui slowly turned her head, a bewitching smile blooming on her exquisite face:

"Pay? Ha...did I say I was going to pay?"

Ye Xishui walked gracefully to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the crowd below who were in an uproar over the sky-high transaction price, her eyes filled with an indifferent gaze that looked down on all living beings.

"Little guy, you don't seem to understand the situation yet."

She tilted her head slightly, glancing at Dai Yuntian out of the corner of her eye, her tone carrying a hint of self-righteous wickedness: "When has anything that our Holy Spirit Cult has set its sights on ever needed to follow these pointless rules of money?"

Wouldn't it be easier to just take it?

Before she finished speaking, the space around her slightly distorted, and an invisible yet terrifying aura flashed by.

On the display stand below, the Conferred God Platform, which had just been sold and was emitting a faint silver light, seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand and disappeared into thin air.

next second.

The exquisite silver pedestal was already quietly floating above Ye Xishui's slender white palm.

The entire auction hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a massive panic.

"Where are they?! The Conferred God Platform is gone!"

"Who is it?! Who dares to make a move at the Mingdu Auction House?!"

"Guards! Guards!"

The soul-guided shield of the auction house was activated instantly, and several powerful auras locked onto the number one VIP box from the shadows!
Ye Xishui seemed oblivious to all the chaos. She casually tossed the Conferred God Platform to Dai Yuntian, who was still somewhat dazed, as if it were just an insignificant trinket.

Here, your toy.

She turned and spoke softly to the air, her voice not loud, yet it clearly overwhelmed the clamor of the entire room, carrying an undeniable authority:

“Young man of Mingde Hall, I’m taking this. If you have any objections, have Jing Hongchen come and talk to me.”

After saying that, she took Dai Yuntian's hand, and the space around her distorted once again.

The two figures disappeared silently from their spots just before the auction house guards rushed into the private room, as if they had blended into the water.

All that was left behind was a chaotic auction house and a mess that was destined to enrage the Mingdetang leadership.

Dai Yuntian gripped the slightly cool Conferred God Platform in his hand, feeling the wind whistling past his ears. Looking at Ye Xishui's somewhat carefree profile beside him, only one thought occupied his mind:
"Hitting this guy... seems... kind of exciting?"

(End of this chapter)