"There's still some time before my plan begins. I can't rush it."
What was Bai Mu's plan?
It revolved around his fourth spirit ring.
The reason he had delayed hunting for it was simple—he wanted to intercept Tang San's Eight Spider Lances.
As the only external Spirit Bone in Douluo I, its power was terrifying.
Not only could it be used as a weapon, it also carried potent toxins and an extremely powerful devouring ability.
Why was Tang San known as the ancestor of Evil Spirit Masters?
Because the Eight Spider Lances were so overbearing that they could even devour the million-year Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
If Bai Mu could intercept it, he would not only give his otherwise "defenseless" self far greater combat power, but also gain the ability to fight continuously and level up faster by devouring the spirit power of his enemies.
As for choosing the Man-Faced Demon Spider for his fourth spirit ring—although its age would be lower, it could resonate with most poison-attribute Moves, guaranteeing at least resonance with Toxic.
The only problem was…
"I just hope my little butterfly effect doesn't mess up this part of the plot."
Bai Mu felt a mix of anticipation and helplessness.
It wasn't that he didn't want to hunt his fourth spirit ring first and then use the Man-Faced Demon Spider as his fifth.
Rather, he wanted to resonate with the most powerful Move in the Pokémon world.
Unfortunately, the Spirit Beasts capable of resonating with that Move were extremely rare, and those over ten thousand years old were even harder to find. So far, there hadn't been a single clue.
That was why he had been forced to move the Man-Faced Demon Spider up his priority list.
"I'll post a high bounty later and see if I can dig up any information on that Spirit Beast…"
After reviewing his plan once more, Master Bai—who had earned five million gold coins in a single day and acquired a large number of Immortal Herbs—finally fell into a peaceful sleep with a satisfied smile.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, some people couldn't sleep at all.
Under the bright moonlight, Dugu Bo stood beside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, expression blank.
He had been standing there for a long time, yet he still couldn't accept the cruel reality that his home had been looted—and that he himself had been beaten.
Clenching his fists, he let out a low growl through gritted teeth.
"Truly a… 'saint.'"
At the Prince's Mansion, Xue Xing stared at Xue Beng, who sat on the bed clutching a quilt like a fallen maiden, his face pale and fragile. Xue Xing couldn't help but roar as well.
"Uncle… I won't get kidnapped again, will I?"
After an unknown amount of time, light finally returned to Xue Beng's eyes.
The once arrogant and domineering Fourth Prince now looked at Xue Xing timidly, like a newly married daughter-in-law.
"Don't worry, Xue Beng."
Xue Xing felt a stab of heartache and promised solemnly, "I've already hired a Spirit Emperor to protect you. This will never happen again!"
He paused, then gritted his teeth. "I heard there'll be some good items at tomorrow's auction. I'll buy you a few for self-defense."
"Thank you, Uncle. You're so kind…"
Xue Beng was deeply moved.
The next morning.
Bai Mu changed into an inconspicuous black outfit and headed toward the Heaven Dou Auction House.
Located in a bustling district, the Heaven Dou Royal Auction House was a luxurious circular building constructed entirely of white marble. At first glance, it looked extraordinarily grand.
Four young receptionists in snow-white dresses stood at the entrance. Seeing Bai Mu approach, they bowed politely.
"Welcome to the Heaven Dou Auction House. Today is our annual large-scale auction. Do you have a bidding qualification certificate?"
"No."
Bai Mu shook his head slightly, then took out a black card and waved it. "But I can get one now."
"Certainly. Please follow me."
One of the girls smiled and led him inside.
"Sir, this is your VIP badge. You may sit in the Black Area VIP section."
"If you wish to conceal your identity, you may also wear a complimentary mask."
After a brief asset verification, the girl's attitude became even more respectful. She escorted Bai Mu to the entrance of the second-floor auction hall before leaving.
"A mask?"
Bai Mu thought for a moment, then took out his exclusive Groudon mask and put it on.
The moment he stepped into the hall, he was stunned by the scene before him.
The waitresses were all beautiful women in high heels and white gauze dresses, the fronts cut extremely low, revealing deep cleavage. It was a sight that instantly stirred the imagination.
With a single glance, Bai Mu's eyes turned red.
"Degenerate! Absolutely degenerate!"
"In broad daylight, under the bright sun—how can they dress like this?"
"The influence is terrible. This is outrageous and a disgrace to culture!"
Even as he scolded under his breath, Bai Mu's gaze roamed freely over the waitresses.
"At places like this, money decides everything. As long as you have money, you can buy anything—auction items, waitresses, even the staff."
An elegant middle-aged man in white spoke calmly with a faint smile.
"There are many things in this world beyond one's control. It's your first time here, right? If you hate it, just ignore it or stay away."
"Hate it? Why would I hate it?"
Bai Mu tilted his head, looked at the man strangely, then turned back to the beautiful waitresses.
"I f***ing love this place."
"Huh?!"
For a moment, the middle-aged man's brain failed to process that.
Looking closely, he realized that even through the mask, Bai Mu's burning gaze looked as if it wanted to devour every waitress present.
"They're all poor people with unfortunate lives!"
"I can't love them enough! Why would I hate them?"
Bai Mu enthusiastically walked up to a waitress with a slender waist, shapely hips, long legs, and a generous bust. He casually pulled her to his side with money power, his hands moving without restraint.
"Holy crap! This young man—!"
You're driving up that price!
Watching the whole scene unfold, Ning Fengzhi was completely stunned.
To assimilate at lightning speed on his very first visit—this wasn't just good or bad character. This was divine talent.
"Don't overthink it, Uncle. I'm kind-hearted and just like giving them a chance to move up in life."
Before heading inside, Bai Mu turned back and gave Ning Fengzhi a righteous explanation, flashing the card in his hand.
"By the way, Uncle, which area are you in? Want to sit together?"
"Of course. Let's go together."
Ning Fengzhi nodded, interest flickering in his eyes.
He quietly instructed the attendant beside him, "Inform the Crown Prince that I've met an interesting young man. I'll be sitting in the Black Area for a while."
"Yes."
The attendant acknowledged and left silently.
The auction house seating was divided into five areas: Red, Black, Purple, Yellow, and White. Red was reserved for nobles with assets in the tens of millions, while Black was for standard million-level guests.
Each seat was a large leather sofa, with fruit platters and snacks placed on the table in front. The bidding buttons on the side were divided into four denominations: one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, and one hundred thousand gold coins.
"Ah~"
After briefly surveying the surroundings, Bai Mu leaned back comfortably on the sofa with the waitress in his arms, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Compared to the well-dressed, reserved nobles and merchants around him, Bai Mu—wearing a Groudon mask and casually holding a waitress—stood out sharply.
But he didn't care in the slightest, acting entirely on his whims.
"Truly an interesting young man."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a light chuckle, then sat down beside Bai Mu.
"Little brother is certainly a man of character."
"Sigh~ what character? I'm just a vulgar man."
Bai Mu looked lazy, casually waving his free hand.
"I work my ass off cultivating and making money every day. Now that I finally get the chance, can't I enjoy myself a bit?"
"Of course you can."
Ning Fengzhi laughed, his curiosity about Bai Mu growing stronger.
Judging by his appearance and the mask, he wasn't a noble.
But what ordinary merchant would hand their second generation a million gold coins to carry around?
Or could it be… that this young man had earned everything on his own?
Unfortunately, Bai Mu couldn't hear his thoughts.
Otherwise, he would have declared righteously—
"The reason I, Bai Mu, am where I am today is entirely due to my talent and hard work!"
"As for whose body that sweat came from—none of your damn business!"
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