Chapter 107 I Can Rule This World Too
Inside the auction hall, golden lights illuminated every corner with exquisite detail, and the air was thick with the oppressive heat of famous and precious spices intertwined with money.
"Thump!"
The auctioneer on the stage swung his golden gavel sharply, slamming it heavily onto the rosewood table. The crisp sound instantly silenced the noise in the room.
"Next item up for auction: a 3,000-year-old 'Snow Silkworm Silk' inner armor! Starting bid: 10,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
The auctioneer screamed at the top of his lungs, waving his hands exaggeratedly in the air, constantly provoking the nerves of the buyers below.
As the red silk was unveiled, an inner armor radiating a chilling light was revealed to the crowd, and a fierce bidding erupted from below the stage.
On the second floor, several VIP boxes arranged in a fan shape overlook the entire venue.
Ye Liuyun was leaning back on a soft leather sofa, coldly watching the frenzied crowd below through a one-way crystal curtain.
However, he had no money, so he could only look.
Lin Qiang, being sensible, stepped forward and asked considerately.
"Tell me what you like, and I might be able to snag some of the items at the auction."
Ye Liuyun waved his hand, completely disregarding it.
"No need."
Lin Qiang thought about it and realized that the other party didn't even care about the ten-thousand-year soul bone that was being auctioned today, so how could they possibly care about ordinary items?
As expected of someone from a powerful background, their vision is indeed high.
Meanwhile, in Ning Fengzhi's private room, another scene was unfolding.
Even though the auction was in progress, the staircase leading from the first floor to the second floor VIP boxes outside Ning Fengzhi's private room was still packed with people.
Those usually arrogant wealthy merchants and minor nobles stood on the stairs, carefully holding gift boxes, anxiously waiting, just to catch a glimpse of Ning Fengzhi.
They kept bowing and scraping to the Soul Master guarding the stairwell, trying to hand him a name card, but without exception, they were turned away.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Soul Master coldly uttered a single sentence, instantly extinguishing everyone's hopes.
"Sect Master Ning prefers tranquility, please return."
A portly, wealthy merchant, sweating profusely, pulled a heavy gold ingot from his sleeve and hurriedly tried to stuff it into the guard's hand.
"My lord, please have mercy and just pass on this message!"
"Take the example of Xiao Wang from 'Wan Jin Lou' who wants to pay his respects to Sect Master Ning, even if it's just this one sentence, just this one sentence!"
Not to be outdone, a minor nobleman next to him shuffled forward with the brocade box in his hands, his face plastered with an almost humble, fawning smile.
"My lord, I have a five-hundred-year-old blood ginseng here. If you can submit your visiting card, this ginseng is yours!"
The Soul Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect remained as still as Mount Tai, not even blinking an eye, completely disregarding them.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the wealthiest sect in the world, is fully entitled to disregard everyone's feelings.
Just as the stalemate was at hand, the heavy mahogany door of Ning Fengzhi's private room creaked open a crack.
The once noisy stairwell corridor fell silent instantly, as everyone surged forward like a tide, craning their necks and their eyes filled with fervor.
A servant dressed in a simple blue robe and with a capable demeanor stepped out steadily.
He didn't even spare a glance for those fawning smiles that practically pressed against him, and went straight to the adjacent private room.
Under the astonished and incredulous gazes of the crowd, the attendant raised his hand and gently knocked three times on the door in a very rhythmic manner.
"Creak—"
The door opened, and Lin Qiang's wary face peeked out.
When he saw the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pattern embroidered on the chest of the newcomer, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers gripping the doorknob clenched unconsciously.
"What brings the guests from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect here?"
The attendant in the blue robe bowed slightly, avoiding the envious gazes that seemed to burn with jealousy in the corridor, and respectfully addressed the sofa inside the door:
"Excuse me. My sect leader found you to be a man of distinguished bearing and seems to have some connection with you. He specially sent me to invite you. Would you be willing to come and sit down for a while and have a cup of tea?"
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if the air in the stairwell had been sucked out instantly.
Those powerful and influential people who were just begging and even willing to spend a fortune just to be allowed to "pass on the message" now stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the private room.
They just couldn't understand why.
Ye Liuyun raised an eyebrow, puzzled as to why Ning Fengzhi would take the initiative to contact him.
He stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, stepped out of the room, and strode into the tightly closed vermilion door amidst the astonished and envious gazes of the powerful and wealthy.
Inside the private room, Ning Fengzhi sat on a pear wood chair, elegantly picking up a teacup and gently blowing away the broken leaves floating on the water.
He didn't adopt the airs of a superior; instead, he raised his head, gave Ye Liuyun a gentle smile, and pointed to the spot opposite him:
"Please sit down."
Ye Liuyun didn't speak, but sat down silently, his gaze meeting Ning Fengzhi's.
Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup, the porcelain clinking together with a crisp sound.
"I consider myself to have a pretty good eye. You are different from those people outside."
His gaze was deep, as if he could see into the depths of the boy's heart:
"They come to me with eyes full of sycophancy and fear. In their eyes, I am the high and mighty sect leader, the one who controls life and death. But you are different."
He leaned forward slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes:
"When I look at you, I see conflict and hesitation in your eyes, but no fear."
Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. The room instantly fell silent, with only the faint shouts of the auction coming from below the stage.
Ning Fengzhi leaned back gently in his chair, his gaze fixed on Ye Liuyun.
He considered himself to have good judgment; it was already incredibly audacious for a young man to dare to speak to a sect leader of one of the three upper sects like himself.
There was no fear in his eyes, and even he couldn't help but feel curious about what the other person wanted to say.
"There are only the two of us here now."
"So, what exactly were you planning to say to me at the door? Was it about wanting cultivation resources to change your fate, or about joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and receiving the support of the entire school?"
"If you have great talent, I wouldn't mind nurturing you."
Ye Liuyun sat on the sofa, leaning back slightly, rapidly deducing the future chess game in his mind.
He knew very well that the madwoman sitting on the high seat in the Papal Palace of Spirit Hall was trying to unify the continent through absolute hegemony.
Tang San, that genius who, despite losing the chance to obtain the immortal herb, still possesses extraordinary luck, would only remain a maintainer of the status quo if he still defeated Bibi Dong.
But neither of these paths is the one Ye Liuyun wants to take.
He also wanted to become the ruler of this world.
But what he wants to do is overthrow, to completely rebuild, and to change the status quo.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is currently powerful, with both manpower and money.
But if no changes are made in the upcoming game, it will eventually just become a speck of dust in history.
Faced with Ning Fengzhi's tempting offer, Ye Liuyun did not give a direct answer, but instead asked a question.
"Sect Master Ning."
"I'd like to ask you two questions first."
He held up two fingers, his gaze fixed intently on Ning Fengzhi:
"What do you think of Spirit Hall as it is now? And what do you think of the future of the entire Douluo Continent?"
Ning Fengzhi's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.
He clearly hadn't expected that this young man in his eyes would not only not be intimidated by his aura, but would actually dare to "test" him in return.
He chuckled softly, then gently put down his teacup and leaned forward.
When two people are talking, one of them always has to speak first.
He had no intention of hiding his talents; on the contrary, he was eager to guide the younger generation.
"Interesting."
Ning Fengzhi gracefully brushed his sleeve, his tone becoming serious.
"Spirit Hall has been making frequent moves in recent years, and its intentions are obvious. But in my opinion, they have acted too domineeringly and have lost the support of the people. Going against the tide is not a long-term solution. This continent values checks and balances and order, not one dominant force."
He turned his head to look at the bustling crowd outside the window and let out a soft sigh:
"Evil cannot prevail over good. Hegemony may last for a time, but when all sects and empires join forces, that will be the day that hegemony collapses. As for this continent... maintaining the status quo is the best way."
What's your opinion?
Ye Liuyun took a deep breath and decided to confront Ning Fengzhi.
He disdained using women and looked down on intrigue and scheming.
He possesses a strong sense of righteousness and is characterized by daring to gamble and act recklessly.
His tone was so calm, as if he were stating an established truth:
"The world, after a long period of unity, tends to divide; after a long period of division, tends to unite. I believe that this continent will inevitably move towards unification, and can only move towards unification."
"Hahaha!"
Ning Fengzhi let out a light, cold laugh, as if he had heard an extremely absurd joke.
He lightly brushed his sleeve aside, his eyes revealing a cynical and cold disdain for the world:
"Unification? Young man, you're too naive."
He stood up and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room, looking down at the guests below who were spending money like water.
"Do you know how much blood is shed to build this word 'peace'? Do you know how much wealth war can bring to the top powers? Once war breaks out, food, weapons, soul bones, medicine—every drop of blood can be converted into countless gold soul coins. More importantly,"
Ning Fengzhi turned his head, a cruel smile curving his lips.
"As long as there is war, those despicable sins and dirty deeds can be easily covered up. This world is used to dividing the spoils in chaos, so who would truly want peace?"
He suddenly waved his hand, his tone becoming sharp:
"Furthermore, who will rule this continent? Spirit Hall? Heaven Dou or Star Luo? Or those other sects? Who has the qualifications, and who possesses the martial power to suppress all ages?"
The air in the room seemed to be sucked out in an instant, and the heavy pressure made the carpet fibers lie flat.
Ye Liuyun slowly stood up.
He also walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the frenzied guests below.
In those bright black eyes, a wild and arrogant fire, powerful enough to suppress the world for eternity, suddenly ignited.
"It's up to me."
Those two simple words struck Ning Fengzhi's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Boom—!"
Unconsciously, an extremely domineering aura seemed to tear Ning Fengzhi's refined and elegant demeanor to shreds.
Ye Liuyun stood with his hands behind his back. Against the backdrop of the magnificent gold and jade, his figure appeared even more imposing than those high and mighty sect leaders.
In this world, Bibi Dong of the Martial Soul Empire can sit on the throne, and Tang Shenwang can sit on the throne.
Then Ye Liuyun can sit there too.
He sets the rules, he writes history.
From that time on, the world began with him
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