Chapter 84: Zhu Zhuqing's Sense of Crisis
Ye Cheng and his disciple entered the auction hall under the guidance of the Spirit Douluo elder. The venue felt more like a grand auditorium, resembling the central battle arena of a large Soul Arena. At the center was a circular stage, with the seating arranged in a radial pattern around it, divided into five sections. The three rows closest to the stage were red, followed outward by black, purple, yellow, and white seats, clearly assigned based on the bidders' status.
The innermost red seats were accessible only through a special entrance and were guarded by security personnel. These were the million gold VIP seats, reserved exclusively for those of high social standing, such as nobles or officials. Simply having money wasn't enough to qualify.
The next layer, black seats, was for ordinary million gold VIPs as long as one had enough money, they could enter. Beyond that, purple seats were for those with a fifty thousand gold minimum, yellow seats required at least ten thousand gold, and the white seats, which occupied the largest section, were for those with a minimum bid of one thousand gold.
At this moment, the auction hall was nearly full, and Ye Cheng's arrival immediately drew attention. Everyone who had received an invitation knew that the three soul bones being auctioned today belonged to him. If not for his identity, those soul bones would have been stolen long ago before they even reached the auction house.
"Your Excellency, this way."
The Spirit Douluo elder gestured respectfully. Instead of leading them to the central red seats, he escorted them through a long corridor into a private VIP suite.
Strictly speaking, whether red or white, all seats in the main hall were for ordinary guests they were not the true elite.
Only those with the highest status, such as Titled Douluo, emperors, or powerful sect leaders, qualified for private VIP rooms. Everyone else had to sit in the main hall, reinforcing the hierarchical divide between the true elite and the common bidders.
Realistically, the actual buyers of today's soul bones were all inside the private rooms. The crowds in the main hall were merely there to create an atmosphere or spectate the event.
Upon entering the private room, Ye Cheng noticed it was spacious, around 200 square meters, with an incredibly lavish design. The decor featured rare woods, jade ornaments, and other priceless decorations, exuding an opulent yet refined aesthetic.
This was Room No. 1, the most prestigious VIP suite in the Heaven Dou Auction House. Historically, it was reserved exclusively for the emperor. Even other Titled Douluo or sect masters had to settle for Room No. 2 or No. 3.
But today, the auction house personally assigned this room to Ye Cheng, treating him as the most distinguished guest of the event. Even the royal family did not object, silently acknowledging his supreme status.
The room was rectangular, with one long wall made entirely of transparent white crystal, offering a perfect view of the auction hall. The luxurious white fur sofas were shockingly soft, allowing anyone who sat on them to sink in comfortably while still providing excellent support.
The massive sofa could accommodate at least twenty people, and a jade table was stocked with fine wine, drinks, and exquisite dishes.
Ye Cheng sat down comfortably, while Zhu Zhuqing quietly took a seat nearby.
After settling them in, the Spirit Douluo elder bowed respectfully, smiling as he said, "Your Excellency, the auction is about to begin. I must take my leave to oversee the event. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to command them."
He gestured toward five elegantly dressed young women standing attentively at the side.
Since he was personally hosting the auction, he couldn't stay to accompany them.
Ye Cheng casually nodded, indifferent to whether the old man stayed or left. Seeing this, the elder smiled, bowed again, and retreated from the room.
Now, aside from Ye Cheng and Zhu Zhuqing, five young women remained in the room.
Ye Cheng instantly noticed that these five were not ordinary attendants.
They were at most in their early twenties, yet their spirit power had already reached the Soul Ancestor (fourth ring) level a clear sign of high talent.
But what stood out the most was that these five girls looked exactly the same they were extremely rare quintuplets.
'This old man really knows how to please people.'
Ye Cheng immediately understood these five girls were definitely not regular maids.
Before today, they were likely elite trainees carefully cultivated by the auction house.
But now, they had suddenly been reassigned as private attendants.
The meaning was obvious they were intended as a gift for him.
Even if Ye Cheng didn't ask, once the auction ended, these five girls would definitely be sent to him. Unless he refused, they would automatically become his possessions.
'Damn this feudal society!'
Ye Cheng silently cursed, but at the same time, he had to admit he felt just a little tempted.
Not only were they quintuplets, but they were also stunningly beautiful and incredibly talented. Rejecting them seemed like a waste.
Having five personal maids to handle daily affairs… didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
Since the auction hadn't started yet, Ye Cheng casually observed the five girls.
Although their faces were identical, their hair colors were different, making it easier to distinguish them.
As he studied them, Zhu Zhuqing who was sitting beside him felt a strange sense of unease.
A feeling of crisis arose in her heart, as if she was about to lose favor.
But with her status as a disciple, what could she do?
After all, as a student, what right did she have to interfere in her master's personal affairs?
In this world, where strength determined everything, someone of Ye Cheng's status and power could openly build a massive harem, and no one would dare criticize him.
In fact, women would actively throw themselves at him, considering it an honor.
She had no reason to be angry.
Yet, for some reason, she was.
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't understand herself.
She knew that in this world, this kind of thing was normal, so why did it bother her so much?
Why did it make her chest feel so tight?
She didn't know, but the suffocating feeling in her heart refused to fade.
Yet, on the surface, she remained expressionless, her face as cold and indifferent as always.
Ye Cheng, of course, noticed her reaction.
He had an incredibly powerful spiritual sense, and unless he actively suppressed it, his ability to read emotions was near perfect.
No matter how well Zhu Zhuqing hid her emotions, he could sense everything.
And he knew exactly why she felt this way.
This wasn't love it was simply a mix of possessiveness and fear of being replaced.
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