Chapter 582: Low-Key Selling

Kunlun, with its verdant mountains, steaming white mists, and auspicious aura, was a sight to behold.

Yuchi Kong remained silent. He had been in Kunlun for the past two days, feeling utterly distraught. He had witnessed the great battle in the outer reaches, and its final outcome had left him speechless for a long time.

At this moment, he was troubled by a deep resentment. Chu Feng, who he had believed to be a false son, was not only alive but had also risen to prominence with astonishing momentum.

Even with the invasion of Heaven-Reflecting level powerhouses, Chu Feng remained unscathed, which caused Yuchi Kong to frown deeply, feeling that all his judgments had gone awry.

Chu Feng, having slain a Saint, now commanded extraordinary prestige.

Not far from Yuchi Kong, the 'True Son of Earth' in his eyes glowed with light. This was the Unfettered Divine Body operating a breathing technique, absorbing and exhaling the energy of heaven and earth, radiating a terrifying aura.

"It's fine," Yuchi Kong declared. "Chu Feng is indeed powerful, but he has already incurred the hatred of various races. Such a person won't live long. I have a premonition that the Celestial Race and the Netherworld Race will not let him survive. Who is the true son, who is the false one, who is the true dragon, and who is merely a snake — time will tell."

Then he frowned, realizing he was being somewhat prejudiced, yet he had no choice. As Zhou Shang's guardian, he wished for Zhou Shang to truly rise to power and become invincible. Their destinies were already intertwined.

He had staked everything on Zhou Shang.

Chu Feng and his group were celebrating on Dragon Tiger Mountain. His parents were there, along with the great demons of Kunlun, and companions like Yellow Ox, Ouyang Feng, and Old Donkey, making it a very lively gathering.

"Lately, it's either evolving or fighting, constantly facing bloody mountains. You know, we're modern people, but now we're almost turning into wild men," the Black Ox complained, suggesting they go to the city to drink together, as it would be more atmospheric than being in the mountains.

Everyone was speechless. How could an old ox have the nerve to call himself a modern person? If it weren't for the sudden upheaval in the world, this fellow might still be munching on grass in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Of course, Chu Feng knew that this old ox had long since become a spirit. It had been very special since their first meeting in the Kunlun Mountains.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Ouyang Feng shouted. Before he went to the Immortal Mountain, he had been taken by the Black Ox and the Northeast Tiger to enjoy a life of revelry.

The group set out in a grand procession from Dragon Tiger Mountain, heading towards Hongcheng. Both locations were within Jiangxi Province, and given their speed, the journey was effortless.

Naturally, Chu Feng's parents, the Old Lama, the old Wudang Grandmaster Wu Qifeng, and others did not go. In their words, they couldn't keep up with the pace of the younger generation.

Along the way, when the group of great demons broke the sound barrier as they traveled, the commotion was considerable. It was like a squadron of bombers flying low to the ground, with deafening noise.

Hongcheng was a city of towering buildings and skyscrapers, standing row upon row. At night, neon lights flickered, and commercial streets bustled with activity, exuding an intense modern atmosphere.

For a moment, Chu Feng felt a sense of disorientation. Looking back at his experiences over the past year or so, it felt like a dream. The world had suddenly changed, and he had unexpectedly embarked on such a path.

He sighed, knowing that no matter how complicated his feelings were, he could never go back to the past.

Just like now, the city night was bustling with revelry, with crowds surging through the pedestrian streets. Yet outside the city, vast mountains stretched out, where fierce beasts howled and pterodactyl-like monstrous birds spread their wings across the sky.

Even ordinary people had adapted to this changed environment.

"Hey, what's wrong, brother?" the Northeast Tiger asked, nudging Chu Feng's right shoulder with his own, a look of surprise on his face.

"I feel lost in life," Chu Feng replied subconsciously. "After experiencing such a great battle, I suddenly feel very empty. The whole world has become quiet, and I lack the motivation to move forward. I even feel a bit disgusted with the path of evolution."

The Black Ox scoffed, curling his lip. "This is a typical post-climax syndrome you're experiencing, like climbing a peak, feeling the joy of success at the summit, then after the panoramic view is over, losing all direction and feeling momentarily lost. To put it bluntly, you're just looking for trouble. If I were to throw you into the 'hell' they speak of in the depths of the universe, chased by hell ants and black dragons, I doubt you'd still be lost. I guarantee you'd be fighting with all your might, struggling to ensure your survival."

Chu Feng nodded. "You have a point. I was just momentarily disoriented."

Then, he thought of Yaoyao and Lin Nuoyi. They had both ventured into the depths of the universe. The world was so vast, and beyond the starry sky lay countless wonders; he wanted to see them for himself.

"I want to leave this world," Chu Feng suddenly declared, and immediately felt an urge to act on it.

The Northeast Tiger said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you dare to enter the depths of the universe now? You'd be chopped into pieces in minutes. Believe me, the Celestial Race, Xilin Race, and countless other enemies are just waiting for you to step outside."

Half an hour later, the group had booked out the entire venue. Various fine wines were brought out, and they began to drink to their heart's content.

At this moment, besides Chu Feng, Yellow Ox, Zhou Quan, and others, there were also the great demons of Kunlun, as well as Zixuan, Yuan Mo, and Zhao Qing in attendance.

Zixuan was exclusively in charge of pouring wine for Chu Feng, which made Old Donkey and Ouyang Feng's eyes gleam with envy. As they drank, they clamored that they, too, wanted to subdue a Saintess to be their maidservant.

Hearing this, Zixuan's high heels clacked as she rolled her eyes at them with all her might.

At this point, Chu Feng began to contact people in the starry sky using his optical computer, officially starting to sell the divine sons and saintesses. He had already given them notice beforehand, telling those families to prepare to redeem their people.

That night, the starry sky was destined to be anything but peaceful.

To sell over two hundred divine sons and saintesses all at once was nothing short of earth-shattering.

However, things did not go smoothly at first. As soon as Chu Feng logged into the Primal Beast Platform with his golden account, some individuals aggressively sought him out.

"Chu Feng, do you realize that what you're doing is going against the tide?" one person declared. "How could the Celestial Race and the Netherworld Race swallow this insult? They will surely eliminate you. And now you're still auctioning off divine sons and saintesses, acting so high-profile. This is simply a provocation, a challenge! Listen to this old man: release all the divine sons and saintesses today, and then all our races will remember your kindness."

This was considered polite, with decent words. Even worse, some races directly threatened Chu Feng, demanding he release the captives immediately, or he would face a great calamity that would cost him his life.

"Are you sure you're threatening me?!" Chu Feng sneered, glancing sideways. He had Zixuan pour him a drink, then gulped down the amber liquid. His aura turned murderous as he continued, "Do you want your family's divine sons to lose their lives?"

Then, raising an eyebrow, he said, "Ah, I understand now. You don't want to rescue your clan's divine son; you've already given up on him, but you can't bring yourselves to admit it, so you're forcing me to kill him. Fine, I'll fulfill your wish and guarantee I'll cut off his head!"

Chu Feng then scoffed again, staring at some of the more powerful families. "And you lot, you don't want your clan's divine sons and saintesses to live either, do you? Just say it directly."

"Chop them up!" Ouyang Feng yelled, completely drunk and clamoring about wanting to feast on the divine sons from beyond the domain.

Then, an alligator-dragon was killed. It was a divine son who had manifested his true form, and a group of robust individuals proceeded to vigorously fry, stir-fry, cook, and deep-fry it, making a grand alligator-dragon feast.

"Pfft!"

In the starry sky, a middle-aged man from the Alligator-Dragon clan spat blood. He had believed that if the Celestial Race and the Netherworld Race's massive invasion had not been thwarted by the appearance of the Saint Master, Earth would surely have been destroyed. He thought those two races must be seething with endless fury, and he intended to use that to pressure Chu Feng. But the native simply didn't care.

When the various races in the starry sky saw that Chu Feng and the Black Ox were still planning to "chop people up," the other powerful families immediately turned pale, crying out on the spot that they were willing to pay the ransom.

After that, everything proceeded too smoothly. Other sects and families held their noses and endured, obediently agreeing to Chu Feng's terms.

"We're rich!" the Northeast Tiger exclaimed, his face alight with excitement. "An average of 12 billion cosmic coins! These divine sons and saintesses are truly valuable. Luckily, there's no one from the White Tiger clan here, otherwise, I'd really hesitate, torn between selling them or not."

That night, everyone in the group was incredibly excited.

Especially the Black Ox, Yellow Ox, Ouyang Feng, and others, who were participating in such an auction for the first time, felt exceptionally pleased.

A careful calculation revealed that over two hundred divine sons and saintesses represented an astonishing amount of wealth, making many major sects in the starry sky green with envy.

At this time, the great demons of Kunlun were also participants, their eyes wide with disbelief. Personally selling divine sons and saintesses was such a bizarre experience, yet also incredibly satisfying.

"No cosmic coins!" This was Chu Feng's firm stance. He expressed his concern that his account might be frozen by a joint effort from the Celestial Race and the Netherworld Race, as those two races were too powerful.

"Seven divine sons or six saintesses for one Six Paths Reincarnation Pill!" Chu Feng demanded. Yellow Ox, Ouyang Feng, Old Donkey, and the others all nodded in agreement.

One Six Paths Reincarnation Pill was valued at 80 billion cosmic coins in the cosmic black market.

Upon closer calculation, all those divine sons and saintesses combined would only yield a little over thirty of these great medicinal pills.

"Sigh," he mused, "the wealth looks astonishing, and there are many captives, but when these divine sons and saintesses are truly needed, one always regrets having so few. All this talent can only be exchanged for a little over thirty pills? You are all too cheap."

Damn!

Upon hearing this, many divine sons and saintesses wanted to curse. What kind of pills were those? They were priceless to Golden Arhats, capable of buying a life.

In a sense, one Six Paths Reincarnation Pill was worth the life of a Golden Arhat.

That night, many major clans in the starry sky were practically spitting blood, their teeth aching with hatred. In truth, many Golden Arhat-level cultivators had never even seen a Six Paths Reincarnation Pill in their lives because it was too valuable to afford.

Now, a mere minor cultivator was frantically collecting Six Paths Reincarnation Pills. It could be said that that night, Chu Feng had practically become a thorn in the side of Golden Arhat-level cultivators.

"Ultimately, it's because your strength is too low," Chu Feng declared. "If your cultivation realms were higher, how could I sell you off so cheaply?"

Chu Feng was slightly tipsy; there he was lecturing the divine sons and saintesses, making everyone grind their teeth. These individuals had been released, not only sealed but also tied in several large chains, swaying precariously, filling the club's garden.

Zixuan was unwilling, yet Chu Feng insisted she massage his shoulders there. However, seeing the fate of the divine sons and saintesses scattered all over the ground, she felt somewhat more balanced.

The Great Demoness Zhao Qing, on the other side, took over from Zixuan, pouring wine for Chu Feng. This filled the Northeast Tiger, Black Ox, and others with envy and resentment. They separately declared that next time, they would definitely capture a saintess from the White Tiger clan and a fairy from the Ox clan.

Meanwhile, in the starry sky, the Celestial Race, Netherworld Race, Xilin Race, Spirit Race, Machine Race, and others were all experiencing internal turmoil.

"Oh, right, the Celestial Race's Young God is still here," the Black Ox muttered. "Do his clan members still want him? Should we quietly kill him, or just keep him imprisoned?"

Adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile, they didn't want to provoke the Celestial Race.

However, the Celestial Race proactively contacted them, demanding Luo Yi's release.

Chu Feng exploded in anger, smashing his wine glass. "Damn it, why should I? I've already slain a Saint! We're already mortal enemies! How dare you still be so domineering and arrogant with me? A hundred drops of Celestial Divine Liquid, not one less, to exchange for Luo Yi, or else, prepare to collect his corpse!"

No one had expected that at such a crucial moment, Chu Feng would flare up, enraged, and decide to contend with the Celestial Race to the very end.

In fact, the entire Celestial Race, from top to bottom, wished to tear Chu Feng into a million pieces. Everything, all their humiliation and defeats, began with Chu Feng's actions, leading to a series of subsequent events.

However, Luo Yi was the descendant of a very important figure, and his lineage held significant influence within the clan. They did not want to see Luo Yi die.

However, one hundred drops of Celestial Divine Liquid was clearly an outrageous demand. The clan could not possibly agree, as even internally, this resource was not abundant and was almost never sold.

Even their direct descendants found it insufficient when divided amongst themselves.

"Ten drops of Celestial Divine Liquid!" The Celestial Race compromised, contacting Chu Feng privately.

"Get lost!" Chu Feng, utterly drunk, refused with domineering bluntness.

"Twenty drops of Celestial Divine Liquid!"

At this point, the Black Ox, Toad, and others were also drunk. Hearing the new offer, they unanimously declared, "Get lost!"

Damn it! The Celestial Race was practically in an uproar internally. They simply couldn't tolerate such vulgar words from these hooligan-like demonic beings.

"Thirty drops of Celestial Divine Liquid!" Finally, someone gritted their teeth and increased the bid again.

At this moment, the great demons of Kunlun were also drunk. Hearing it, they all shouted together, "Get lost!"

"I'll slaughter all of you!" Many within the Celestial Race raged, clamoring for a fight and to kill.

"My poor, unfortunate great-grandson! Your old ancestor will never let you die!" At this moment, an old Celestial Race woman cried out loudly, causing the entire group to wilt. The person who had arrived was simply too powerful.

Then, with a cold glint in her eyes, the old woman stated, "Fifty drops of Celestial Divine Liquid. If it's one drop more, we won't agree. This is our bottom line!"

At this point, Chu Feng, Yellow Ox, Toad, Old Donkey, Zhou Quan, and the great demons of Kunlun were all completely drunk. Chu Feng opened his mouth, about to say "get lost" again.

Zixuan, who was behind him massaging his shoulders, quickly pinched him hard. Meanwhile, the Great Demoness Zhao Qing, who was massaging Chu Feng's legs, also forcefully squeezed his soft flesh, giving him a timely reminder.

Chu Feng immediately sobered up, shocked. Was a Young God of the Celestial Race worth so much? One person was worth more than a large group of divine sons and saintesses combined—it was outrageous!

He quickly swallowed the "get lost" that was about to escape his lips and used a secret technique to seal the mouths of the Black Ox, Toad, and the others. He nodded in agreement and declared, "Deal!"

Because he knew he had made an enormous profit, far exceeding anything he had imagined.

Finally, Chu Feng woke everyone up. Once they understood what had happened, they were all overjoyed and incredibly excited.

Chu Feng, with a serious expression, reminded them, "Keep a low profile. Don't be so happy. Everyone on the Primal Beast Platform knows that we're discreetly selling people tonight. What kind of behavior is this?"

In the universe, countless people were cursing and sneering. "Low-profile, my foot!" they thought. "They just fleeced the Celestial Race and have the nerve to be so modest?"

A silver-haired little loli from the Quasi-Immortal Race rolled around on the floor, then excitedly shouted, "Wahahaha, this is too interesting! The Celestial Race actually produced so much Celestial Divine Liquid all at once; even I'm envious! Brother, Ying Wudi, let's go rob that human trafficker! Sister, Ying Zhexian, why don't you come with me to seduce that guy? Fifty drops of Celestial Divine Liquid, plus a little over thirty Six Paths Reincarnation Pills—if we seize those, we'll be rich!"

Thump! Thump!

She met a tragic fate, getting her head knocked by two people simultaneously.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

On Earth that night, Chu Feng and the others were immensely happy and excited. But in the cosmic starry sky, there was an uproar.

Afterward, Chu Feng contacted Qin Luoyin, the successor of the Great Dream Pure Land and the sixth-ranked peerless beauty in the universe, intending to sell her cousin.