Chapter 153: The Malicious Love Obsession in Xianxia (15)

Chapter 153: The Poisonous Love-Obsessed Fool in Xianxia (15)

By the time Tang Qing and Si Yin stepped out of the private room again, Si Yin’s face was ghostly pale—clearly, he had suffered no small torment.

Watching Tang Qing’s back as she walked ahead, Si Yin suddenly regretted not plunging that silver needle in yesterday!

Fortunately, both of them had managed to secure an admission ticket.

The Yunzhongtian auction house had rated Tang Qing’s pills as Lower Tier B-Grade, still a considerable gap from truly top-tier elixirs. Thus, Tang Qing and Si Yin were only permitted to sit in the main hall.

"Tang Qing, the person sitting next to you is Bai Mufeng’s assigned target this time."

Following the system’s guidance, Tang Qing spotted the man at a glance.

He was practically dripping with gold.

From head to toe, Tang Qing counted at least seven or eight gold ornaments, not to mention the luxurious robe embroidered with golden edges…

"His name is Wang Dao, the fifth prince of the mortal world's imperial family."

Just hearing the name made Tang Qing frown—both "Wang" (King) and "Dao" (Way), quite an imposing name.

The naming conventions of mortal royalty usually carried deeper meanings, but such an overbearing name was rarely seen.

"Well… this prince has been frail and sickly since childhood. When he was four, a diviner from the Yunlan Sect once prophesied that unless he was shielded by imperial qi and national fortune, he wouldn’t live past twenty."

"The name Wang Dao is his lifesaving charm."

Tang Qing immediately understood—no wonder the man was decked out in so much gold. It was probably all for survival.

According to the old diviner’s words, as long as the fifth prince stayed peacefully in the imperial capital, protected by the Dragon Fortune, his life would be smooth and uneventful.

But this fifth prince was anything but obedient. Since childhood, the more forbidden a place was, the more curious he became—especially the bizarre and fantastical world of cultivators.

This time, he had sneaked out of the palace just to see what the 'world’s greatest auction house' was like.

Bai Mufeng’s mission was to drag the fifth prince, Wang Dao, back to the imperial capital.

"So that’s how it is."

Tang Qing suddenly put together the situation and deliberately sat down beside Wang Dao.

"Fairy, are you a cultivator?"

The moment Tang Qing sat down, Wang Dao immediately leaned in, his bright golden attire painfully gaudy.

His eyes gleaming, Wang Dao scrutinized Tang Qing from head to toe, growing more and more intrigued.

In mortal folktales, cultivators were said to possess the power to move mountains and part seas. Unfortunately, in the imperial capital, he had never met a single cultivator.

For the longest time, Wang Dao even doubted whether cultivators truly existed [he thought]… until he arrived at the legendary Yunlan Sect.

It was an eye-opener.

Over the past few days, Wang Dao had seen cultivators with jet-black skin, others carrying massive swords on their backs—swords so heavy they left shallow dents in the ground just by resting there, yet the cultivators could swing them like feathers, displaying immense strength.

He had also witnessed many cultivator techniques. Though none matched the legendary mountain-moving feats, they were still dazzlingly diverse.

Originally planning to stay only a few days, Wang Dao now was dead set on staying.

What’s so fun about the imperial capital compared to this place?

"Fairy?"

Seeing that Tang Qing ignored him, Wang Dao asked again.

"What do you want?"

Unlike the voice he had imagined for a fairy, this female cultivator before him had a delicate face but spoke with a slightly hoarse tone—not exactly melodious.

"Nothing, I was just curious."

"From a distance, you looked divine, Fairy. Only the big-shot cultivators move like that."

"Which sect do you hail from?"

Tang Qing stayed stone-faced despite the praise.

Instead, it was the male cultivator beside her who shot him a glare...

Several more times, Wang Dao attempted to speak, but each time before he could utter a word, Si Yin shot him another glare, stifling all his curiosity.

The auction kicked off!

With the toll of the bell, Wang Dao instantly stole the spotlight.

He went after every damn thing!

From small to large, from the ordinary to the extraordinary—even Tang Qing's deadly poison was enthusiastically bid on by Wang Dao.

His actions quickly drew everyone's notice, especially since he was just a mortal—a walking loot bag.

"Who the hell is this kid? How many treasures does he have on him?"

"No way he’s broke. Everyone knows the rules of Cloud Heaven—only bartering is allowed. If he can bid on so much, Cloud Heaven must’ve greenlit his stash."

"Who’s this rich brat? So extravagantly generous?"

The whispers were loud enough to hear, and Tang Qing even overheard cultivators plotting to rob and kill him...

What a show-off. Wang Dao should have been qualified for a private booth.

Per the system’s notes, this kid had simply wanted to join the excitement and deliberately moved from the booth to the main hall.

Now he was a sitting duck.

"Fairy, why are you looking at that kid? Thinking of jumping him too?"

Noticing Tang Qing's gaze lingering on Wang Dao, Si Yin whispered, "He’s just some nobody loaded with loot. Half the room’s gonna jump him."

Given the restless atmosphere in the hall, the moment this kid stepped out of Cloud Heaven's gates, he’s gonna get jumped the second he steps out.

Tang Qing: "Yeah. We’ll tail him."

She glanced at Wang Dao again—aside from excitement, his eyes screamed ‘clueless.’

Mission accomplished!

"Fairy! Today blew my mind! So this is how cultivators roll—insane!"

Every one of these exotic items thrilled Wang Dao—things he had never even heard of in the imperial capital, and he wanted to take every single one back for his collection!

Dressed in lavish robes, Wang Dao now resembled nothing so much as the rich fool from some backwater estate, eagerly flaunting both his stupidity and his wealth to the crowd.

Tang Qing didn’t respond, only casting a meaningful glance at Wang Dao...

With Wang Dao’s enthusiastic participation, the latter half of the auction saw an unspoken agreement among the attendees—most gave up bidding, their stares growing hotter by the minute as they fixed on Wang Dao.

Under the weight of those stares, Wang Dao sighed, "These cultivators sure are friendly, y'all!"

In response to every pair of eyes, without fail, Wang Dao shot back a big, dumb grin...

"Which exit are you taking after this?"

As the event neared its end, Tang Qing suddenly posed the question.

Wang Dao answered matter-of-factly, "The front gate, of course."

Tang Qing: "Then you better haul ass."

"What do you mean?"

"Wouldn't want you to die too fast." Her voice dripping with menace, Tang Qing rose and left the venue first.

"Damn, Fairy... you're creepy."

Left behind, Wang Dao scratched his head, shrugging it off, and quickly resumed his earlier big, dumb grin, muttering to himself, "It's broad daylight—what's the worst that could happen!"