Chapter 271: What Qualifies You to Teach My Disciple

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Suddenly, the footsteps of these Spirit Masters stopped as they looked towards their leader, awaiting his decision.

The middle-aged Spirit Saint slowly descended from the platform and walked towards them. His subordinates quickly made way for him. He approached Xue Qinghe with a faint smile on his face, respectfully greeting him, "So it is the Crown Prince. I hope we didn't startle you."

Xue Qinghe sneered, "What is the meaning of this?"

The middle-aged Spirit Saint replied, "Naturally, we are here to restore order and bring those troublemakers at the auction under control. Every minute wasted at the auction results in significant financial losses for us."

"He is a friend of our palace!" Xue Qinghe coldly stared at the middle-aged Spirit Saint, making his intention clear - they couldn't touch Zeng Yi.

"My apologies, Your Highness, but we have our own rules at the auction. While he may be your friend, we cannot tolerate such disruptions to the dignity of our establishment." said the middle-aged Spirit Saint with a sly smile.

"Ha ha ha ha ha—"

Xue Qinghe looked at the middle-aged Spirit Saint and his expression lightened, gradually erupting into loud laughter. It seemed somewhat crazed, taking a solid ten seconds to subside.

Seeing Xue Qinghe's harmless smiling face, the middle-aged Spirit Saint inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine, as if facing immense danger.

This made him panic a little. Indeed, the forces behind the auction weren't afraid of Xue Qinghe's status as the Crown Prince, but it didn't mean that a mere Spirit Saint like him could afford to provoke them.

However, as a high-ranking Spirit Saint, he still possessed the basic composure. Faced with Xue Qinghe's threatening smile, he remained unperturbed, responding with a faint smile, "Hehehe, as the Crown Prince, your noble status demands respect. Naturally, we will give you face. However..."

The middle-aged Spirit Saint turned coldly towards Zeng Yi and continued, "We do not wish to see such events happening again in our auction."

"You may leave now."

As the voice of the middle-aged Spirit Saint fell, these Spirit Masters began retracting their Martial Spirits and withdrawing their Spirit power, turning to leave.

"Today's auction ends here. Apologies to all the guests. We look forward to your next visit."

The resounding voice of the middle-aged Spirit Saint, infused with Spirit power, filled the air. Immediately, several staff members began pushing the iron cage that held the imprisoned girl, trying to escort the auction item away.

Just when everyone thought that the situation would end this way, an unexpected incident occurred.

Bamboo leaves filled the air, swirling and flying towards the iron cage as if carried by the wind, instantly knocking away the four staff members.

Countless emerald green bamboo leaves surrounded the iron cage, rotating and seemingly shielding it.

This sudden change caught everyone in the auction off guard.

Amidst their astonishment, a calm voice echoed through the venue.

"Why rush to end the auction? I haven't acquired what I want yet!"

Zeng Yi slowly approached, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword, his sharp gaze fixed on the middle-aged Spirit Saint.

It's him again!

The people in the crowd directed their gazes towards the source of the voice, realizing it was the same youth in the green shirt.

Tang San and Xiao Wu were stunned by Zeng Yi's actions. They initially thought the auction would disperse peacefully, assuming Zeng Yi was unharmed. But they hadn't expected him to stand up once again.

"Zeng Ge looks so cool!" Xiao Wu couldn't help but admire Zeng Yi's cold expression. She had never thought highly of these people to begin with. However, seeing Zeng Yi bravely confronting such a formidable enemy made her greatly admire him.

"We should go and call the Dean and the others." Tang San sighed wryly. He knew that in this situation, the people at the auction wouldn't let Zeng Yi off easily, and with their power as two Spirit Ancestors, they couldn't do much in this scenario.

Xue Qinghe, who had just helped Zeng Yi break free, felt his mood change once again. Astonished, he stared at the figure wielding a sword, and couldn't help but force a bitter smile.

Well, since this is your choice, I'll accompany you in this madness.

Watching Zeng Yi's back, Xue Qinghe whispered to himself, activating his own Spirit power, preparing for the possible upcoming battle.

"You..."

The middle-aged Spirit Saint looked at the person before him, his expression changing rapidly, looking extremely unsightly, unable to suppress his anger and breaking into laughter.

"You little brat, are you seeking death?"

As a powerful Spirit Saint, being provoked by a young punk multiple times was something he couldn't bear.

"Heh, Your Highness, we have already given you face once, but we can't let others continue to provoke the dignity of our auction. Otherwise, we won't be able to conduct business." the middle-aged Spirit Saint said to Xue Qinghe while casting a cold gaze at Zeng Yi, like a venomous snake.

"It seems I need to personally teach you a lesson about how to behave!" The middle-aged Spirit Saint's horrifying Spirit power surged within his body as seven Spirit rings emerged, emanating a surging Spirit power fluctuation that swept through the area, stirring up bursts of airwaves.

Facing the overwhelming pressure of Spirit power rushing towards him, Zeng Yi's face also showed an unprecedented solemnity. He planted his feet firmly, gripping the hilt of the sword, tightly. His gaze locked onto the middle-aged Spirit Saint with intensity, and his pitch-black eyes gained a silver tinge as he activated his Spirit skill, "[Sword of Selflessness]"

Seeing a young boy adopting a battle stance against him, a Spirit Saint, greatly displeased the middle-aged Spirit Saint.

What's this? Is he looking down on me, a Spirit Saint?

Before Zeng Yi could make a move, the middle-aged Spirit Saint initiated the attack.

Boom—

Yet, at the very moment the middle-aged Spirit Saint struck, something astonishing happened.

It wasn't Zeng Yi who was sent flying, but rather the middle-aged Spirit Saint himself. This unexpected turn surprised everyone present.

The blow struck the middle-aged Spirit Saint, and his body was sent flying uncontrollably backward, crashing into a wall twenty meters away, causing the wall to collapse, engulfed in smoke and dust.

Zeng Yi also wore a perplexed expression. He hadn't made a move, so how did that guy get sent flying?

Could it be that someone was assisting him?

"Who is it?" Amidst the astonishment, a voice filled with terror and question emerged from the dust, followed by the appearance of a disheveled figure - the middle-aged Spirit Saint.

In the next moment, from a shady corner of the auction venue, a figure slowly emerged.

Step, step, step...

Amidst the stunned silence of the venue, the sound of light footsteps was clearly audible.

Following the sound, the crowd's gazes were met with the sight of an elderly man in white robes, hands clasped behind his back, leisurely walking forward.

As they pondered the identity of this person, shock began to emerge on everyone's faces.

They saw the white-robed old man stepping in mid-air, his body firmly suspended.

With each step, a Spirit ring appeared around the white-robed old man's body.

This way, amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, the white-robed old man took nine steps in mid-air, standing firmly suspended, his piercing gaze examining the disheveled middle-aged Spirit Saint.

Around the white-robed old man's body were nine Spirit rings: two yellow, two purple, and five black.

Titled Douluo!

"I just want to ask, what qualifies you to teach my disciple?" the white-robed old man said.