Manipulative Harem God

Tang Lifen, understanding his intent, smirked. "No further bids," she said aloud, leaning back with satisfaction.

"..."

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The hall fell into stunned silence.

In VIP Box 1, Long Tian's eyes flashed in surprise and anger.

He had expected them to continue, but now he was left standing alone. Chen Xiaoyu cast him a sidelong glance, her expression unreadable, but even she seemed slightly taken aback by his sudden frustration.

"Seven hundred thousand! Did you not hear?" Long Tian snapped, refusing to back down now that he had been outplayed.

His pride wouldn't allow it.

The gavel fell, and Jiang Yueqing, whose eyes had been twitching with each escalating bid, finally announced,

"Sold! To the esteemed guests of VIP Box 1 for seven hundred thousand dollars!"

Long Tian's victory tasted hollow as the crowd murmured in disbelief.

He had won, but at an astronomical cost for a sword that was, by all accounts, worthless.

In VIP Box 2, Chu Yaoyao stared at Zhang Wei in confusion. "Master! Why did you let him have it?" she asked, her brows furrowed. "You were pushing him the whole time, and then you just… stopped?"

Zhang Wei chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned back in his seat. "Why pay for something when I can take it later?"

Chu Yaoyao blinked, her confusion deepening for a moment before realization dawned. "Ohhh…" she grinned mischievously. "You're just going to beat him up and take it, aren't you?"

Zhang Wei's smile widened. "Exactly."

Tang Lifen glanced at Zhang Wei, a wry smile tugging at her lips. .net

As the sword was delivered to VIP Box 1, the tension in the hall finally began to settle.

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Long Tian held the sword, his expression dark as he inspected the rusted relic.

The whole auction had been a game, and he had been bested, even if he had technically won.

Zhang Wei leaned forward, watching Long Tian from across the room.

His eyes glinted with amusement, but beneath that, there was something far more dangerous.

The real game had only just begun.

"So much for you..." Long Tian, now the unwilling owner of the Dragon Slayer Sword, glared at the rusted hunk of metal like it had personally insulted his ancestors.

His grip tightened around the corroded hilt, and his jaw clenched as his frustration simmered.

Beside him, Chen Xiaoyu kept her icy expression intact, though her silver eyes flickered with irritation. "Brother Tian, it's just a sword. Don't let it get to you."

Long Tian exhaled sharply, his fists trembling as he glared toward VIP Box 2, where Zhang Wei lounged with the world's most insufferable grin plastered across his face.

Meanwhile, in VIP Box 2, Chu Yaoyao was practically rolling out of her seat, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.

"Seven hundred thousand? For that fuckin' pile of shit? Ha! What a dumbass!" Her laughter boomed across the hall, sharp and mocking.

Pftt...

Even Tang Lifen had to hide her smirk behind her hand.

But Chu Yaoyao wasn't done. Her eyes zeroed in on Chen Xiaoyu, sitting stiff and cold like a block of ice in VIP Box 1. A wicked grin crept across her face as she leaned over the railing, her voice booming through the hall.

"Oh-ho! Look who it is! Miss Frigid-Ass Ice Queen!" Chu Yaoyao's voice echoed, filled with mockery. "Hey, Chen family bitch! How's it feel sitting up there like a frozen bitch? With that flat-ass chest of yours, I bet the wind's blowing through your box like a fuckin' hurricane!"

Pffft!

The audience went wild.

Faces twitched violently, jaws dropped, and a storm of laughter erupted.

"Ha-ha-ha! What a show..."

"Fuck yeah! Flat as a fuckin' board!"

"Flat chest? Flat ass too! It's like the woman was designed to fit under doors!"

"I'd still fuck her—I'm into that ironing-board body! Less shit in the way!"

Another man leaned in, his eyes gleaming, "Same, bro! No tits, no ass—just straight to business! Flat's where it's at!"

His friend burst out laughing, "You sick fuck! What's next, you into ironing the clothes on her abs too?"

"Nah, bro, I'm into stepstools! She could be my footrest, I'd just climb on top!"

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VIP Box 1 was a pressure cooker about to explode. Chen Xiaoyu's eye twitched violently, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the armrests like they were her last lifeline.

Meanwhile, Long Tian looked like he was about to break the sword over his knee.

Back in VIP Box 2, Zhang Wei leaned forward, grinning. "Careful, Yaoyao. Poor girl going to develop a complex... She might actually cry, if she wasn't so busy freezing the emotions out of her own heart."

Chu Yaoyao's sneer widened. "Cry? She couldn't squeeze out a tear if you paid her a million bucks! That ice-cube face of hers hasn't moved since she came out of the womb! Hell, I bet her umbilical cord froze too—probably still attached as a backup plan!"

"Wooooo~!!"

The crowd howled.

"Oh, shit! Still attached! This is brutal!"

"Frosty's got no chance against this chick!"

"I'm tellin' you, man, I bet the Chen girl still uses her own face as a fucking ice pack!"

Another voice piped up, "Hell yeah! I bet when she fucks, it's like sliding your dick into a snowstorm! Cold and numb the whole way!"

Someone else in the back roared, "I bet her pussy's so cold, you gotta preheat it like a fuckin' oven!"

Twitch!

More faces twitched in the crowd as the vulgar floodgates opened wide.

Over in VIP Box 3, Elder Gu Sheng facepalmed, shaking his head. "The Huanglong dynasty's pride, reduced to… this."

His disciple, Gu Qing, was nearly falling out of his seat from laughter. "Who cares about the auction? This shit's better than any treasure! I'd pay to watch her roast these pricks every damn day!"

In VIP Box 5, Elder Zhu Wei of the Midnight Shadows sect was trying—and failing—not to laugh out loud.

His beard quivered as he bit back a grin. "What a vulgar little demon."

One of his disciples cackled. "Vulgar? She's fucking legendary! Poor Chen Xiaoyu—frozen stiff and now she's getting her ass barbecued!"

Back in the general seating, low-level cultivators were practically on the floor, cracking up with their own bizarre preferences.

"Bro, I'm into that cold shit! She looks like the type who'd glare at you while you fuck her, and I'm down for that!"

"Fuck yeah, cold eyes and zero emotion? Sign me the fuck up! I'd let her freeze my nuts off!"

Another man chimed in, "Shit, forget that! You know what'd be hot? If she sat on my face with that cold ass—instant face cooler!"

His friend snorted, "You fuckin' kinky bastard! You want an ice cube shoved up your ass while you're at it?"

"Nah, man, I'm more into flat surfaces! I'd use her as a goddamn table!"

Chu Yaoyao, sensing the crowd's energy, leaned over the railing even more, her grin stretching wider. She was just getting warmed up.

"Hey, Chen Xiaoyu! Maybe if you weren't such a stuck-up, stoned bitch, you could actually land a man! Then again, you'd probably freeze his balls off before he even touched your clothes! I'm surprised no one's knocked on your door—nobody wants frostbite on their dick!"

Wham!

"Crazy!"

A wine glass crashed to the floor as someone in the audience completely lost it.

"Fuck! She really said it!"

"I can't breathe! Frostbite on the dick! HAHAHAHA!"

"I bet Chen Xiaoyu's so cold, her pussy's like fuckin' Antarctica! You gotta wear a fur coat just to go down there!"