Not only Xiang Feng, but several others also noticed the woman in the red dress on the stage.
Lingbi Palace was once the largest sect in the world of immortal cultivation. Although the Palace Master of Lingbi Palace died thousands of years ago, many portraits of her were circulated in later generations, and the people in the room naturally knew what she looked like.
Ziyu and Ziqian leaned against the window, staring at the woman in red in a daze: "Am I seeing things?"
Xiao Yuqing frowned and murmured in a low voice: "Lingbi Palace... Palace Master?"
Yu Zhengzheng didn't find it surprising to see their distraught reactions.
There are two major sects in Qingcheng Mountain, one is Lingbi Palace and the other is Yuling Sect.
Lingbi Palace only accepts female disciples and is famous in the six realms for its superb medical skills. It is a major medical sect.
The Yuling Sect was an ordinary immortal cultivation sect with nothing outstanding about it. Before the Lingbi Palace was destroyed, the Yuling Sect was just a little-known immortal cultivation sect.
In fact, the Palace Master of Lingbi Palace and the Sect Leader of Yuling Sect were fellow disciples and had a very close relationship. After the Palace Master's death, all the precious and rare elixirs and spiritual herbs in Lingbi Palace were inherited by Sect Leader Xiao.
Relying on those elixirs, the Yuling Sect gradually replaced the Lingbi Palace and became the largest sect in the world of immortal cultivation.
Sect Leader Xiao must have often mentioned this beautiful junior sister who died young to his juniors, so it was not surprising that they had such a reaction when they suddenly saw a woman who looked exactly like the Palace Master of Lingbi Palace.
Yu Zhengzheng didn’t care much about what other people thought about this, she was just a little worried about Shanshui.
She glanced at Shanshui who was sleeping soundly on Xiang Feng's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Even if the two look alike, it can't be her."
The Palace Master of Lingbi Palace is dead, and his death is complete.
Even if you are reincarnated, you will not have the voice or appearance of your previous life.
Isn't it more important to cherish the people in front of you rather than pursuing empty memories
The excited voice of the madam rang out from downstairs: "This gentleman offers three thousand taels for Miss An Ning's virginity. Are there any other young masters who would like to bid?"
Three thousand taels is not a small sum of money. It is enough to support the villagers for most of their lives. However, it is already a high price just to buy a woman's virginity.
"Three thousand taels for the first time, three thousand taels for the second time..."
Xiao Yuqing raised her hand and said, "30,000 taels to redeem me."
The madam was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Sir, you are joking. Today we are only filming the girls' virginity. How can we redeem them directly?"
After all, she was the madam's top prostitute who had been carefully raised for a year. After selling her virginity, she could continue to receive customers. She would naturally not agree to someone buying her cash cow for only 30,000 taels.
Xiao Yuqing continued to raise the price: "Fifty thousand taels."
A calculating light flashed in the madam's eyes. She was very good at judging people. Since this young man was willing to spend such a huge sum of money to buy Miss An Ning, it meant that Miss An Ning had some special meaning to him.
Although fifty thousand taels was already a lot, she had a vague feeling that Miss An Ning could be sold at a higher price.
The madam softened her tone and said, "We at Jinxing Pavilion have never done anything like this before. If you sincerely want to redeem Miss An Ning, fifty thousand taels is not enough."
After that, she stretched out her hand and made a 'ten' gesture.
The madam deliberately made fun of him. She pointed at the bald, greasy old man who had just offered three thousand taels and said, "If you don't bid, Miss An Ning will belong to this master tonight."
Although he couldn't bear to see An Ning being sold to that old man, Xiao Yuqing was powerless. Fifty thousand taels was the limit of what he could get.
Seeing that the madam was about to make a deal with the old man, An Ning suddenly knelt down towards the room on the third floor and said, "Sir, please redeem An Ning."
Her eyes were wet, obviously she had just cried before going on stage. Her thin chin was slightly raised, and her stubborn eyes were full of helplessness.
It seemed as if she would commit suicide by banging her head against the wall at any time if no one rescued her.
Xiang Feng, who had been silent at first, slowly lowered his eyes and said, "One hundred thousand taels, I'll give it to you."
Yu Zhengzheng sighed.
It seemed that he didn't listen to her.
I thought the madam would be happy to make the deal, but she unexpectedly asked for a huge price: "One hundred thousand taels is the price for redeeming Miss An Ning just now. If you want to buy it now, you have to pay two hundred thousand taels. You two have repeatedly violated the rules of Jinxing Pavilion. If I don't redeem Miss An Ning today, I will be sorry for you two."
There was a hint of threat in the tone, and it was obvious that he was going to play hardball.
The madam has a backer, so she can stand tall.
She tried to find out how eager they were to redeem An Ning, and seeing that they were all strangers and dressed in luxurious attire, she knew they would not let go of the opportunity to blackmail them.
Xiang Feng was silent.
The king gave him 100,000 taels, of which he used 1,000 taels to book a wing room. He did not have to return the remaining 90,000 taels and could use them as he pleased.
But that 90,000 taels, even if added with the silver he had saved before, was only 110,000 taels. How could he get 200,000 taels of silver for the madam
Xiang Feng clenched his fists and looked up at Rong Shang.
Rong Shang leaned sideways on the beauty couch, playing with the jade ring on her thumb, her voice was a little nonchalant: "She is not Xue Xi."
Xiang Feng bowed his head: "I know, but I want to save her."
He knew that Xue Xi had died long ago.
He also knew that Xue Xi died because of him.
Rong Shang lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "Okay."
He said gently, "One million taels."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Jinxing Pavilion was in an uproar.
The madam stared at the third floor room in a daze, and after a long while she stammered, "This master wants to use one million taels to redeem Miss An Ning?"
This is not a huge sum of money, it is simply a sky-high price.
Even if the current emperor were here, he would not dare to be so generous as to spend one million taels to redeem a woman from this world.
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned. She looked at him in surprise and wondered secretly in her heart, could it be that the Ghost King also liked the Palace Master of Lingbi Palace
One million taels is not a small sum of money. Is he doing this to redeem An Ning for himself or for Xiang Feng
His expression seemed to indicate that he noticed her burning gaze. He glanced at her with a half-smile, then tapped the wine glass with his slender index finger. With a slight force applied by his fingertips, the wine glass turned into powder.
Yu Zhengzheng couldn't help but shiver. She felt that what was crushed was not the wine glass, but her own head.
Rong Shang chuckled.
He raised his bony palm, put two fingers together and slightly bent the knuckles. A sandalwood Buddhist bead flew out from between his fingers, carrying a sharp and icy air, and hit the kneecap of the old procuress's left leg.
The madam didn't even realize what was happening. The calf below the knee of her left leg was gone. The bloody leg bones showed a hint of white bone color. The small leg lying not far away looked lonely.
Heart-wrenching screams were heard everywhere.
The people in the wing room all looked at the beauty on the bed with horror, this method of hurting people looked so familiar...
Could he be the Ghost King? !
Rong Shang ignored the screams and said with a faint smile, "One hundred thousand taels."
After that, another Buddhist bead flew out from the window of the wing room and blew off the other calf of the madam.
He said slowly, "Two hundred thousand taels."
The madam's left and right hands disappeared one after another. There was chaos in the lobby downstairs, and the strong eunuchs rushed towards the third floor.
Rong Shang didn't care. He still slowly called out the price: "Four hundred thousand taels."
A pair of hands and legs were gone, and now the madam was left with only her head to survive. He raised his lips and looked at the madam: "Is your head worth 600,000 taels?"
The madam fainted from the pain, and woke up again because of the pain. When she heard him ask this, she understood immediately and begged for mercy with a pale face: "Worth it! Worth it! I will send Miss An Ning to you right away..."
Before he finished speaking, the head moved off his neck, and the round skull rolled down, scaring the nobles who had come to Jinxing Pavilion to attend the auction into scrambling to flee.
"Murder!" Screams continued to be heard.
The madam's head rolled to An Ning's feet, but An Ning still remained in the kneeling position.
She lowered her head and prostrated herself on the ground, her face unclear. Only her slightly trembling back proved that she was probably afraid at the moment.
Xiang Feng woke up Shanshui. Shanshui was rubbing his eyes when he saw his master hurriedly breaking through the crowd and running downstairs.
She looked confused, not knowing what had just happened.
Rong Shang stood up and held up the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He lowered his head and murmured softly, "It's raining."
After saying this, he disappeared from the room, and not even his trace could be found.
If the madam had not died tragically on the spot, everyone would have thought that what had just happened was an illusion.
As soon as Rong Shang left, Yu Jiangjiang couldn't help but ask, "How come the Ghost King became your godfather?"
Her tone was not very good, and she even forgot to call her sister hypocritically.
The other people also looked at Yu Zhengzheng with a hint of condemnation in their eyes.
"You are so selfish. You knew he was the Ghost King, but you didn't warn us!"
"That's right! If we had said something wrong in the room just now, wouldn't we have ended up like that madam?"
"Did you do this on purpose? Do you want us to die on the spot before you're satisfied?"
Yu Zhengzheng was about to confront them when she heard Xiao Yuqing explain for her: "Perhaps the Ghost King wanted to conceal his identity and specifically told Miss Yu not to say too much. How can this be blamed on Miss Yu?"
He smiled at her reassuringly: "I believe Miss Yu."
Xiao Yuqing's words were like a basin of cool water, which immediately extinguished the anger that was rising in her heart.
Yu Zhengzheng swallowed back Zuan’s words that were about to come out of her mouth. She felt her heart suddenly beat twice more.
Xiao Yuqing is a man of elegant demeanor and handsome appearance. He always stands up for her when she is in trouble.
Capable and kind-hearted, she couldn't find any flaws in him. If she didn't want to get involved in the original plot, being with him would have been a good choice.
Xiao Yuqing didn't pay attention to what she was thinking. He comforted everyone with a few words and then led everyone downstairs.
Everyone who should have run away from Jinxing Pavilion has already run away. This auction was directly ruined by the Ghost King. It won't be long before the government will lead people to break in here. It is estimated that they will not be able to stop Nangong Tianba today, so they'd better leave as soon as possible.
Shanshui went downstairs, still looking confused. She saw Xiang Feng picking up a woman in red, and there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible anxiety in his eyes.
It was raining outside. Although not heavily, it was drizzling continuously. If I ran back to the inn from Jinxing Pavilion in the rain, I would definitely be soaked like a drowned rat.
Xiao Yuqing found four oil-paper umbrellas in the Jinxing Pavilion, but there were ten of them in total. Even if two people shared one umbrella, two of them would still get wet in the rain.
Ziyu and Ziqian were so frightened when they saw the old procuress that they trembled with fear. He gave them umbrellas and let them leave first.
There were three umbrellas left. Yu Jiangjiang had a leg injury and couldn't get wet in the rain, so Xiao Yuqing gave her an umbrella and let her and Yu Zhengzheng share one.
Of the remaining two, one was given to Xiang Feng and the other was given to the two male disciples from Penglai Mountain.
Even if it was divided like this, besides Xiao Yuqing, one more person would have to run back to the inn in the rain.
Xiang Feng held the pale-faced An Ning in his arms. He spoke more slowly, "Are your legs still numb?"
Even though Shanshui is a coffin spirit, her body is weaker than that of an ordinary woman. She gets sick almost every two weeks. Naturally, he can't let her get wet in the rain.
An Ning nodded timidly and stepped on tiptoe tentatively. But before she could take a step, her calf trembled and she fell.
If Xiang Feng hadn't supported her, she would have definitely fallen flat on her face.
Shanshui vaguely understood something. Her master saved a woman, but the woman might have been so frightened that she couldn't even walk properly.
She thought for a moment and said, "Master, you take this girl and go first. Mountains and rivers are coffins, they are not afraid of rain."
There were chaotic footsteps outside Jinxing Pavilion. Killing someone in the human world means paying with one's life. It would be too late if they didn't leave now.
Xiang Feng's arms hanging at his sides were tense, but he said nothing.
Yu Zhengzheng sneered: "The coffin is not afraid of getting wet, but the mountains and rivers are."
After saying that, she grabbed Shanshui's hand and rushed out of Jinxing Pavilion.
She took off her white robe, which was made of scaly-winged silk from the silkworm. It was invulnerable to swords and guns, and was impervious to water and fire. It could be used as a raincoat when worn on the head.
The two ran back to the inn, and Shanshui started to feel drowsy again. Seeing that she was very sleepy, Yu Zhengzheng let her go back to sleep first.
She found her room, asked the waiter to boil some water, hung the bolt on the door, and took a simple bath.
Although the white robe would not get dirty, the underwear underneath had to be washed regularly. Yu Zhengzheng washed the underwear twice with hot water and casually hung it on the screen.
Now that Xiang Feng has money, he will definitely book a few more rooms. She won't have to sleep with Yu Jiangjiang, and she won't even have to wear clothes in the room.
She crawled into the bed naked, and then her body suddenly stiffened.
A cold arm rested on her waist across the brocade quilt, and the warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, causing goose bumps to stand up all over her body.