Flowers Bloom in 19 States

Chapter 672 - 670: Goodbye


Duanmu Hong and Gou Canghai both turned a series of green and red on their faces and quickly lowered their heads. Lin Mo then realized that the Jia Family was one of the largest auction houses in the entire country and the world, and dared to do business with magic users and martial artists, so there must be a powerful backup, which was clearly the Beiyao Sect subordinate to Ye Beichen.


Whether it was the Beiyao Sect, True Fire Sect, or Qingxuan Sect, these so-called sects of the Heavenly Gate actually had 'spokespersons' in the secular world, for not everyone from Heavenly Gate could reach the Grain Avoidance Stage, eating the wind and sipping the dew.


Moreover, in the secular world, there were also many magic users and martial artists who similarly held some cultivation resources in their hands. Heavenly Gate was using these secular forces to collect magic artifacts, medicinal materials, or materials for refining magic artifacts.


The Duanmu Family, with its nationally and globally top-ranking auction house, had the backing of Heavenly Gate's Beiyao Sect; otherwise, organizing auctions for magic users and martial artists with just mortal strength would make it easy for others to retaliate or plunder.


"Duanmu Honglei, arrange a private room where Brother Lin and I can have a few drinks," Ye Beichen laughed heartily and instructed.


"Yes, Master Ye," Duanmu Honglei bent his waist and responded respectfully, showing no trace of the domineering presence of the Patriarch of the Duanmu Family, appearing instead like the meekest of servants.


Duanmu Hong, Gou Canghai, and all members of the Duanmu Family were stunned. Nobody expected that Duanmu Xiang, the robust master of magic, was actually a friend of Master Ye.


Therefore, everyone's gaze toward Duanmu Xiang underwent some subtle changes.


"Brother Lin, let's head to the private room first," Ye Beichen smiled as he looked at Lin Mo.


Lin Mo nodded his head. He was unbothered by the disrespect Duanmu Hong and Gou Canghai had shown earlier, for in his eyes, these people were merely insignificant ants. Why would anyone get upset with ants?


"Miss Duanmu, please bring us two cups of tea," Lin Mo turned his head to look at Duanmu Xiang, his lips curving into a faint smile.


"Of course, Mr. Lin," Duanmu Xiang crossed her hands in front of her abdomen and nodded her head.


Duanmu Xiang looked at Lin Mo with some gratitude. She knew that Lin Mo had intentionally asked her to deliver the tea, so that the people of the Duanmu Family would regard her differently in the future. Lin Mo did not specifically intend to help Duanmu Xiang; however, since they were acquaintances and shared some fate, lending a hand was just a trifling matter for him.


Having said this, Lin Mo then left with Yingzi and Ye Beichen to a luxurious private room on the second floor.


Duanmu Xiang quickly served the fragrant tea. The sandalwood tray held a Zisha teapot, and her movements in making tea were as fluid as flowing clouds. Her slender hands quickly filled the room with a delicate fragrance.


"You are called Duanmu Xiang, right?" Ye Beichen asked with a semblance of a smile.


"Yes, Master Ye," Duanmu Xiang stood respectfully in front of him, her eyes somewhat reluctant to meet Ye Beichen's gaze.


"Since you are a friend of Brother Lin, from now on, you will manage this auction house," Ye Beichen said with a smile.


"Thank you, Master Ye," Duanmu Xiang bit her lip, her eyes gratefully glancing towards Lin Mo.


Although Duanmu Xiang was the cherished daughter of her family, her position was actually quite low, being responsible for only minor tasks within the auction house without any real authority. However, due to her connection with Lin Mo and Ye Beichen, she had unexpectedly become a true core member of the Duanmu Family.


"Please leave first," Ye Beichen instructed.


"Yes, if Mr. Lin and Master Ye need anything, just call me." Duanmu Xiang bowed her head and took a few steps backward before turning and leaving the private box.


"Brother Lin, let's have a drink." Ye Beichen lifted his teacup, a hint of a smile in his eyes.


Lin Mo raised his teacup and took a gentle sip.


Ye Beichen's face wore a teasing smile. "Brother Lin, I find your charisma with ladies is exceptional—all bona fide beauties surround you; I'm truly envious."


"Between myself and Duanmu Xiang is mere acquaintance; only the two you've met beside me are my disciples," explained Lin Mo calmly.


Seeing that Lin Mo wasn't the type to take jokes, Ye Beichen did not continue, instead showing a curious expression. "Brother Lin, with so many beautiful women around you untempted, I'm eager to see what sort of exceptional beauty your wife must be."


Lin Mo's face clouded slightly. "I've come to Qinghai this time to find her. I'm not sure if she will appear here today."


Ye Beichen responded, "As far as I know, most of the Heavenly Sect people who came out this time are from the younger generation and have no plans to cause trouble. Given the threat of the national army, they also wouldn't dare be reckless. Today's auction is attended by Heavenly Sect members and some mundane Magic Masters. I suspect Qing Xuan will definitely be here."


"Qing Xuan hit me last time; I still want revenge. If Brother Lin and I join forces, even Qing Xuan will have to suffer a bit," Ye Beichen said with a laugh.


Hearing this, Lin Mo gave him an extra look. After all, Lin Mo's cultivation of Divine Sense was now very powerful—if someone's strength wasn't greater than his, his capabilities would remain inconspicuous.


Ye Beichen clearly knew of his formidable power, hence his decision to befriend him and together confront Qing Xuan.


However, Lin Mo also realized that Ye Beichen was not human but a descendant from the Demon Clan, endowed from birth with powerful Divine Sense and innate sensing abilities. Although Ye Beichen might not be clear about his actual strength, he could probably sense some danger from him, which is why he recognized him as a powerful individual.


The box was located on the second floor, eastern side, and through the enormous glass screen, one could clearly see into the first floor, leaving nothing hidden. As the glass had been specially treated, those on the second floor could not see inside.


The auction seemed about to begin, and many individuals gradually entered.


At that moment, a young man in a white suit, slightly delicate and sinister-looking, entered, accompanied by a woman dressed in coffee-colored casual wear. As soon as the woman appeared, many around her shifted their gaze onto her.


The woman, tall and graceful with a cold, exquisite beauty, long eyebrows, and thin lips—features seemingly sculpted by nature—gave off an ethereal sense, especially her eyes, like a pristine and clear lake, casting a dream-like illusion.


"Meng Die."


In the box, Lin Mo suddenly stood up, his eyes peering through the clear glass curtain wall with a mix of complex emotions at the woman.


"Qing Xuan," Ye Beichen also frowned.


The two who had entered were none other than Qing Xuan and Miao Xin.