Chapter 9 This is called being low-key? (Important plot, ple

a warrior fighting will use every advantage, it's not shameful."I know, you don't have to tell me!"Wang Ya roared in rage, his hands clenched into a soul-sealing grip. A ten-meter-long martial spirit...Mu Qingyue walked down the streets of Heishui City, her heart filled with anxiety and despair.

The day before yesterday, she found a job through a friend. It was at the Wanbao Auction House in Heishui City, as an auction host.

This job is very demanding. Not only does one need to be attractive, but also articulate and well-spoken.

The owner of the Wanbao Auction House was very satisfied with Mu Qingyue and gave her a generous reward.

Mu Qingyue didn't like to be in the spotlight, but Wang Xuan wanted to duel with Wang Ya. She hoped to buy some cultivation resources for Wang Xuan and support her nominal husband to the best of her ability.

However, unexpectedly, there was a problem with a prescription she handled yesterday, it got swapped.

She could only ask the few Alchemy masters at Wanbao Auction House to help her try their best to complete a recipe for Bingqing Yudan. After a whole night of hard work by the Alchemists, the recipe was changed again by Wang Xuan today.

The Wang family is powerful in Heishui City, but Mu Qingyue knows that the Wanbao Auction House is not only here in Heishui City. It has branches all over the Xuanwu Dynasty, its strength unimaginable.

If you can't produce the recipe, no matter how special your identity is, you will be dismembered and trampled. Then you will be fed to demonic beasts.

Mu Qingyue walked the whole way with a heavy heart, deciding to take this matter upon herself. She would just treat it as if she owed Wang Xuan something from her past life.

Upon arriving at the Wanbao Auction House, I saw Ye Fuguang in charge at the entrance.

"Where's the prescription" Ye Fu asked coldly, his eyes fixed on Mu Qingyue menacingly.

"That's it."

Mu Qingyue replied, her single strand of hair had been cut by Ye Fuming.

"Is that all" Ye Fu frowned, then sneered. "This time it's not just about cutting hair strands, you should know the consequences."

Mu Qingyue's face remained calm, and she didn't respond any further.

"Humph, a wife takes after her husband. She must have stolen the secret recipe and sold it with Wang Xuan, that little thief."

Wang Ge, with a chubby figure, walked out in a pink dress, a sneer on her lips.

She was the auctioneer and also Ye Fu's wife.

"To dare steal the elixir formula, you couple are such bold thieves! I'd kill you ten times over and it wouldn't be enough. Do you even deserve your boss's trust"

"This matter has nothing to do with my husband; I take full responsibility for it."

Mu Qingyue's face flushed red, humiliated by Wang Ge's sarcastic words.

Murder is nothing more than a tap on the head. As a woman from a prestigious family, being seen as neglecting her duties is even more humiliating than killing Mu Qingyue.

Those who passed by couldn't help but stop and watch in curiosity.

What happened

"The voice belongs to a female thief."

"What! Such a beautiful woman is a thief!"

"Hmph, what a shameless thief! Disgusting, even if they're good looking."

"You filthy scum! You worthless piece of trash! Why don't you just go sell yourself"

"..."

Everyone hated and despised the thief. Passersby pointed at Mu Qingyue, a growing crowd surrounding her, three layers deep within the throng.

Various shouts of insults filled the air. Mu Qingyue was speechless, knowing that any explanation would be futile. The issue with the prescription was undeniably in her hands.

Mu Qingyue clutched her bare hands tightly, repeating in her heart, 'I didn't steal anything.'

Wang Ge sneered: "Did you hear that, little bitch, chopping off your hands and feet and killing you directly is too cheap for you."

Wang Ge waved his hand: "Come here, take her to the brothel. Such a slut is only fit to be a prostitute."

"I'm going to screw your mother!" A figure flashed past, and in the wind, Wang Ge was kicked flying. The woman's breastbone collapsed and she soared through the air.

"Wow~~" Wang Ge was thrown dozens of meters away, spewing blood, breathing in shallowly and out heavily.

Wang Xuan's face darkened and he withdrew his foot.

"You, you dare to act violently in front of the auction house!" The change was too sudden, Ye Fu was both surprised and angry.

Wang Xuan's eyes were cold as he scanned the passersby around him.

"Anyone who insults my wife should slap themselves one hundred times."

Onlookers: “...”

This is too overbearing, isn't it We were just saying a few words to liven things up, and you want us to slap ourselves

You think you are someone, even the three clan leaders wouldn't be so domineering and arrogant.

Ye Fu's face was contorted with rage: "Wang Xuan! Don't be arrogant, this isn't the Wang family. Do you know what Wanbao Auction House represents"

If a dragon needs to coil and a tiger needs to lie down, what more can be said about you, a pathetic ant.

"I understand." Wang Xuan said coldly, then in an instant twisted his head off.

Ye Fu's headless corpse still pointed at Wang Xuan, slowly falling to the ground. Blood spurted from his severed neck, his legs twitched twice, and then fell completely silent.

The crowd was deathly silent. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Two people killed in just a few sentences

The woman Wang Ge from afar also breathed her last!

Wang Xuan took a deep breath, he had already tried his best to be low-key, knowing that he could not act impulsively like he did back when he was the Demon Emperor's son.

“I said, one hundred self-fans, don’t even think about running.”

Wang Xuan gritted his teeth and said slowly.

Mu Qingyue was startled, her pure and flawless face paled slightly: "Forget it, forget it."

She wasn't frightened by Wang Xuan's massacre; she understood the principle of survival of the fittest.

This is Wanbao Auction House.

For Mu Qingyue pulling at his sleeve to persuade him, Wang Xuan remained unmoved and still coldly said in a low voice, "I won't say it for the third time."

One looks at the other, eyes burning with anger, frustration, humiliation.

We only said one sentence about your wife, and you are so insulting to us.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

"Sizzle sizzle..."

Slap after slap echoed through the air, and the onlookers began to fan themselves.

It was extremely chaotic for a while, like setting off firecrackers.

"My lord, why don't you come into the auction house and have a chat" Suddenly, a woman's voice reached Wang Xuan's ears.

Wang Xuan chuckled with a hint of disdain, "What difference does it make if I go in He's already killed someone, so he wouldn't care about anything." He said coldly, "Fine."

Holding Mu Qingyue's soft hand, Wang Xuan looked at the crowd with their mouths agape: "Words can be terrifying. To make judgments without understanding a situation is a punishment for you all."

The crowd that slapped him had blood dripping from their mouths, and they dared not retort to the domineering young man. They watched as he led his wife's sister into the auction hall.

The crowd did not leave. The boy was dead in the auction house, there was no doubt about that. They were waiting to see his body, only then would their hatred be appeased.

Those who caused trouble at auction houses in the past would be executed and displayed publicly on the streets.

Upon entering the auction hall, I saw a tall and beautiful woman anxiously waiting in the lobby.

"Wang Xuan, how could you be so impulsive You've caused a big disaster this time!"

Wang Chan cut his foot and glared fiercely at Wang Xuan.

Mu Qingyue: "Chan'er, I will take responsibility for this matter myself. Please plead with the boss on his behalf."

Wang Chan sighed with regret, "I tried my best. I should have known not to introduce you to this job."

Wang Chan deeply regrets this.

"It's nothing big deal." Wang Xuan said lightly.

Wang Chan is a relative from his grandfather's lineage and also Mu Qingyue's close friend. Their friendship is as close as sisters.

Wang Chan's beautiful eyes widened in fury. "You deserve to die, don't drag my beloved Qingyue down with you."

A man who is incapable of achieving anything, Wang Chan would not even bother to glance at Wang Xuan if it weren't for their friendship.

To say more, they all dislike it.

Wang Chan strode onto the third floor of the auction hall with her straight, long legs, captivating everyone's eyes as she walked alongside two companions. They arrived at a master bedroom.

"Boss, the person is here," Wang Chan lightly knocked on the door, clearly showing her fear. Her tall and slender frame trembled slightly.

There's no way out. The owner of Wan Bao Auction House can make people die with just a single word. No matter how influential someone is, they won't live past tomorrow if he sets his sights on them.

That person is a big shot, absolutely someone with the power of life and death!t the Hiding Soul Technique anymore. He pinched the soul incantation with his hand, and the blue light curtain dissipated, turning into strands of blue light that merged into Lan Bo's body."Young Hao,...