Tang Yin and the girls spent a while comforting Liu Erlong, taking turns roasting Yu Xiaogang like chefs with a grudge. Each insult was more creative than the last. These insult seemed to breathe life back into Liu Erlong.
Liu Erlong, to her credit, seemed to be enjoying the verbal beatdown on her ex just as much as the comfort.
Listening to their vivid curses, Tang Yin broke into a cold sweat. Note to self, he thought nervously, never get on their bad side. One wrong move, and I'll be the next poor soul getting cursed into oblivion behind my back.
The girls—and Dugu Yan—had grown closer during the roasting session, with her poisonous mouth proving far deadlier than the rest. Her curses didn't just target Yu Xiaogang, but extended generously to his entire bloodline.
She was ruthless—especially when it came to Yu Xiaogang's nephew. Her words stung with personal spite. Understandable, really—she had gone through a breakup with Yu Tianheng.
'Maybe I really shouldn't bring them to comfort anyone ever again' thought Tang yin inwardly.
Tang Yin and the girls spent the whole morning in Liu Erlong's cottage. When the girls had shopping to do, they collectively kicked Tang Yin out of their group.
Tang Yin didn't mind—he'd been brewing a plan for a long time and was more than happy to be left out.
As Tang Yin left the academy and made his way toward the city center of Tian Duo City, the grandeur of the capital unfolded before him. Towering over the skyline, the Heaven Duo Imperial Palace and the Heaven Duo Imperial Academy dominated the view — visible from almost anywhere in the city.
"Hmph. Spoiled nobles and their riches," Tang Yin muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing with envy. "One day… I'll have it all too."
Soon, he arrived at the bustling heart of the city. The area was filled with colossal buildings, each a symbol of the empire's wealth and influence. Among them stood the Tian Duo Spirit Arena, the prestigious Tian Duo Auction House, and the elegantly designed Moon Pavilion — all radiating power, prestige, and the kind of luxury Tang Yin both resented and craved.
Tang Yin was torn between excitement and frustration. "I really want to visit every place here... Hmm, let's head to the auction house first. I'll explore the rest later—with the girls," he muttered, smirking to himself.
With that, he strode confidently toward the towering Tian Duo Auction House. Its golden domes and refined architecture made it look more like a royal palace than a place for commerce. As he approached the grand entrance, two armored guards crossed their spears and blocked his path.
"Stop right there. No loiterers allowed!" one barked.
Tang Yin skidded to a halt, frowning at their attitude. "This is the auction house, right? Why can't I enter?"
Before the guard could reply, a melodious voice cut in. "I'm terribly sorry, guest."
A stunning hostess stepped forward, her curves accentuated by the sleek violet cheongsam she wore. Her bright eyes sparkled as she looked Tang Yin up and down, curiosity—and something else—glimmering within them.
"Do you have a bidding qualification certificate?" she asked politely, tucking a lock of silver hair behind her ear.
Tang Yin blinked. "No… what's that?"
The hostess smiled with professional grace. "Only guests with a bidding qualification certificate may enter to participate. It's to ensure fair bidding—and to prevent disruptions."
"Isn't having enough money good enough?" Tang Yin huffed pretending to be generous "I've got plenty of change."
With a flourish, he activated his Moonlight Bridge Belt. A shimmering light flashed as he pulled out a large pile of gold coins—well over 100,000.
The hostess's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Clearly, she wasn't expecting a young man like him to carry a small fortune.
She leaned forward ever so slightly, speaking with a warm smile. "The minimum threshold is 10,000 gold coins. It's just a precaution against malicious bids. But of course, you more than qualify... Guest." Her voice lingered flirtatiously on the last word.
"Well, young master," she continued, bowing playfully, "you seem quite accomplished for someone your age. May this humble concubine have the honor of personally serving you?"
Tang Yin raised an eyebrow, amused. Her large, expressive eyes gleamed with mischief. When she leaned in, pressing herself just a little too close, he caught the scent of her perfume—and the unmistakable softness of her curves grazing against his arm.
He didn't look away. In fact, he let his gaze roam shamelessly over her full figure, admiring the way her dress clung to her every curve.
"And what should I call you, beautiful?" he asked smoothly.
The hostess chuckled. "Xiao Mei," she said with a wink. "It means 'beautiful sister'—but you can just call me Mei~"
Tang Yin laughed. "Tang Yin. Nice to meet you, Beautiful Sister."
Then he leaned closer, warm breath brushing against her ear. "Say, is there a private room where we can… spend some quality time?"
Xiao Mei shivered ever so slightly, her smile deepening. "But of course. Please, follow me."
With a sway of her hips, she led him down a quieter hallway. The guards didn't stop them—clearly, guests of Tang Yin's "caliber" were more than welcome. Soon, they disappeared behind an ornate door, the soft click of the lock sealing the moment where Tang Yin competed his transition from a boy to a man.
The room was humid with a sound of constant clapping.There were instance of slapping heard from time to time. Every sound amplified by the closed space—the rhythmic slaps of skin, the muffled gasps, and the occasional breathless moan.
Tang yin was choking the hostess as his balls slapped her ass. Tang yin's blood pulsed with desire to dominate her with his cock. The beautiful sister couldn't stop herself from moaning louder and louder.
The hostess eyes rolled back with satisfaction and her mouth was drooling making a lewd face which made Tang yin even more excited.
His breath was hot against her ear as he murmured in a deep, husky voice, "Tell me… how do you like it?"
The hostess didn't answer with words. Her arms slid around his neck, drawing him down into a feverish kiss, her expression dazed with pleasure, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted and slick with desire.
Three hours later...
The door creaked open and Tang Yin stepped out, his tunic loosely tied, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. Beside him, the hostess walked with a slight limp, her hair tousled, and a flushed, dreamy smile playing at her lips.
Tang Yin glanced sideways at her and asked casually, "So, where can I find your auction manager?"
The hostess rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Not in this room. Follow me," she said, swaying her hips with deliberate grace as she led the way toward the manager's meeting room.
Tang Yin trailed behind, his gaze remained fixed on her curvy figure. As they reached the door, he summoned a wave of soul energy into his Moonlight Bridge Belt. With a soft shimmer, a hefty sack filled with gold coins materialized—about ten thousand in total.
He took her soft, milk-white hand and gently placed the sack into her palm. With a playful wink, he said, "Every time I return, I'll be sure to come looking for you."
"Please," she whispered, stepping aside and motioning for him to enter. Her eyes, however, never left the sack now glittering like treasure in her hands. As Tang Yin disappeared into the room, she remained outside, heart pounding. Tears welled in her eyes, gratitude shimmering in them.
"I won't have to sell myself to those ugly nobles anymore," she vowed silently. "From now on… I'll only give myself to him."
Inside the room, Tang Yin paused, his expression unreadable. It's not that I'm heartless, he thought. But she's not a talented soul master… forming attachments with mortals is unwise. Still, if she stays loyal and shows true affection—who knows what the future holds?
The room was extravagantly decorated, with luxurious drapes and rare soul beast carcasses mounted like trophies. His eyes shifted to a series of rare soul guides displayed along the shelves—likely items scheduled for tonight's auction.
At the far end of the room, a middle-aged man with neatly combed hair sat hunched over a table, scribbling furiously in a ledger. Tang Yin could sense the man's soul power—at least Soul King level.
Of course, Tang yin mused. Managing an auction house backed by the empire would require at least a soul king level manager.
The man didn't look up as the door opened. "Who are you? Why wasn't I informed about your arrival?" he demanded, frowning.
Tang Yin's smile turned icy. "Don't recognize your master?" he asked coldly.
He reached out with his telepathy, weaving a fabricated memory into the man's mind while planting a spiritual imprint deep in his spiritual sea.
The transformation was instant.
The manager dropped into a respectful bow. "How may your humble servant be of assistance?" he asked eagerly.
(FYI: Tang Yin wasn't the kind of man to recklessly enslave others with telepathy. In fact, he despised such abuse of power. But auction houses like this one? They sold slaves to those pompous, pig-faced nobles—and Tang Yin hated those nobles with a passion. This wasn't cruelty; this was justice.)
"How many Whale Glue and storage-type soul tools do you have in stock?" Tang Yin asked.
(Every soul master has a spiritual sea—they just can't access it without spiritual martial soul & unlocking upper dantian.)
The manager replied promptly, "We currently have over twenty units of Whale Glue. It's in high demand among nobles, but we can easily bring more from our partner auction house in the Tian Duo Empire. We trade with them regularly."
He hesitated a moment, then added, "As for storage soul tools… they're rare. We've only managed to collect six over the past two decades."
Tang Yin blinked. "It's that easy to get Whale Glue?" Then he grinned. "In that case, I'll buy everything."
He paused. "But what about the storage tools? Are they being auctioned?"
He wasn't foolish enough to hoard all the loot for himself—his goal was to fleece the nobles, not the auction house. But if those tools weren't scheduled for sale…
The manager shook his head. "Those are part of my private collection, personally acquired. They're not for auction."
Tang Yin's eyes lit up. "Perfect. Hand them over—and sell all the Whale Glue tonight."
With a nod, the manager opened a locked cabinet and carefully retrieved three rings, two pendants, and a shimmering belt. Each item sparkled with ethereal light.
"These rings offer five meters of storage space each," he explained. "The pendants hold eight meters each, and the belt has one meter per slot, totaling twenty meters."
Tang Yin equipped the rings and hung one pendant around his neck. In total, he now had forty-seven meters of storage space at his disposal. 'Let's leave these two for zhu zhuqing & Meng yiran.'
He smiled with satisfaction. So this is what those system-wielders feel like… finally, I've got enough storage of my own.
With a gleam in his eye and a plan forming in his mind, Tang Yin patted the manager on the shoulder. "Make it known far and wide—these goods will be auctioned tonight. Let those filthy nobles fight over every last piece."
As the manager bowed and hurried off to spread the word, Tang Yin leaned back with a smirk.
"Time to rob those filthy rich nobles."
His fingers twitched in anticipation.