In the middle of the auction hall was a circular stage, surrounded by concentric circles of seats arranged in a radial pattern. The three rows of seats closest to the stage were red, followed by black, purple, yellow, and white as they extended outward.
On the second floor, in the mezzanine, there were also several golden private boxes.
Lu Feng stood by the window, looking at the auction items on the stage, as well as the hostesses beside them.
They wore white dresses with short skirts. The necklines were wide open, revealing deep cleavage that sparked the imagination.
Looking down from the second-floor angle, one had a rather unobstructed view.
"Are they lovely to look at?"
Suddenly, Qian Renxue's cool voice came from behind Lu Feng.
"Ahem."
Lu Feng coughed lightly and said with a straight face, "Brother Qinghe, you misunderstand. I, Lu Feng, am a man of integrity."
"Attack-type Soul Tools are rare. Look at that Soul Tool gun... it's so white... pah, I mean, so round."
"Hmph, so Brother Lu Feng likes this type. Would you like this elder brother to find a few to keep you company?" Qian Renxue stared straight at Lu Feng and said mockingly.
For some reason, Qian Renxue felt a little displeased.
On one hand, Qian Renxue felt she had found Lu Feng's weakness and could easily control him.
On the other hand, she felt that for a Soul Master possessing such a pure light attribute to be so shameless... Had Her Holiness, the Angel God, been muddle-headed?
"Hehe, it seems Brother Qinghe is also very knowledgeable about these matters." Lu Feng leaned back on the sofa, put his feet on the table, and pillowed his head with his hands.
Qian Renxue looked at Lu Feng's posture and shook her head helplessly a few times.
This person really refuses to be at a disadvantage, even verbally.
Qian Renxue poured herself a cup of tea and said indifferently, "These women inherently 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 propped himself up from the sofa and asked doubtfully, "Selling people as objects? If I recall correctly, isn't the slave trade prohibited by imperial law?"
In his previous life, Lu Feng had long understood the cruelty of the Douluo world from novels.
For the common people at the bottom, awakening innate soul power was difficult!
For manpower to fight against Soul Masters?
Even more difficult!
However, Lu Feng hadn't expected these words to be spoken so calmly by Qian Renxue.
Isn't she the inheritor of the Angel God?
Shouldn't she believe in love and pursue the light?
At this, Qian Renxue sighed helplessly. "Wherever there are people, there is profit. The forces behind the auction house are complex and intertwined. Never mind a crown prince like me, even the emperor would find it difficult to intervene."
Lu Feng chuckled lightly and said mockingly, "It's truly hard to imagine that these words would come from Your Highness."
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed, her face showing no expression. "So-called laws are merely tools to restrain the common people. For the nobility, laws are just the rules of the game they created."
Lu Feng picked up the teacup from the table and took a sip, falling silent.
Having grown up under the red flag in his previous life, Lu Feng knew very little about the filth of these aristocratic classes.
His original idea was simple: as long as a god appeared, the structure of the Douluo Continent could naturally be broken.
However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that even if the continent's powers were reshuffled, it would only breed a new batch of nobles.
The real cause of class conflict was not Martial Souls or innate soul power, but people's thinking.
Lu Feng gently set down the teacup and slowly exhaled.
Liberating the world... I'll think about that later. For now, I should focus on improving my soul power, and stop fantasizing about becoming a 'failed art student'.
"Huh? Brother Qinghe, why are you staring at me?"
At this, Lu Feng noticed Qian Renxue's gaze was somewhat unfriendly.
He subconsciously lifted the teacup and took another sip.
Suddenly, Lu Feng realized something. Damn it, this is her cup. She doesn't think I'm a pervert, does she?
Lu Feng gave an awkward chuckle and quickly turned his gaze back to the auction stage.
"Hmph!" Qian Renxue snorted coldly and said no more. For a time, the private box fell silent.
Before long, that attack-type Soul Tool was bought by a noble in the red section.
The power demonstrated by the Soul Tool was only about the same as a Soul Master's first soul skill.
Surprisingly, its price had climbed to one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.
"Huh? Brother Qinghe, who is that?" Lu Feng pointed to a middle-aged man and asked doubtfully.
The man was dressed in white, with a refined appearance, looking like a businessman.
Qian Renxue glanced down and said indifferently, "That is the Clan Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. He is also my teacher."
"So it's Clan Master Ning from the wealthiest clan in the world. I've long admired his name."
Lu Feng's eyes darted, and a cunning smile touched his lips. "Brother Qinghe, I happen to have a treasure I'd like to auction. I wonder how one gets it appraised?"
As he spoke, Lu Feng took a crossbow out of his Soul Tool.
Unlike a normal crossbow, this one had a black box mounted in the center.
The small black box was about the size of a palm, with clasps and locks. It was entirely black, with a layer of fine, dense holes on the front and back.
"What is this?" Qian Renxue asked doubtfully.
Lu Feng said mysteriously, "Doesn't the auction house have appraisers? Just let them take a look. But I swear, its power will absolutely astonish the entire audience."
"Heh." Qian Renxue chuckled lightly.
She walked to the side of the sofa, picked up a small mallet, and struck a metal plate next to it.
"Ding!" A clear metallic sound rang out.
Before long, an attendant jogged in and took Lu Feng's crossbow.
At this, the host on the stage picked up a sound amplifier. "Next, we will be auctioning a rare and precious item."
His face was covered in a smile, but it was a very sleazy-looking smile.
As his voice fell, three burly men pushed a small cart onto the stage. On the cart was a huge iron cage.
Inside the cage cowered a young woman.
She was mostly naked, with fair skin and short, light-green hair. Only the critical parts were covered by seashells.
Strangely, her ears were small and pointed, like a cat's, and she even had a long tail behind her.
The host said with a grin, "The starting bid for this item is one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Each bid must be at least ten thousand Gold Soul Coins higher."
As his voice fell, a series of howls erupted from the auction floor.
"One hundred and ten thousand Gold Soul Coins!"
"One hundred and twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins!"
"Two hundred thousand!"
Watching the cheering crowd, Qian Renxue's expression gradually darkened.
Suddenly, she glanced at Lu Feng, a cunning smile on her lips. "Brother Lu Feng, how about this elder brother bids on her and gives her to you as a gift?"
Hearing this, Lu Feng frowned.
What trick is this fake Crown Prince trying to play now?
Testing me?
I, Lu, have lived under the red flag for most of my life. The education I received since childhood taught me that I am irreconcilable with gambling and drugs!
A test? Which cadre couldn't withstand such a test?
Lu Feng coughed lightly and said, "I appreciate Brother Qinghe's kind intentions. However, I already have a little cat at home. There's no need for Brother Qinghe to spend the money."