"You little slut! How dare you step foot in my auction house!" Yang Yitian roared, his voice booming throughout the hall. "Capture that little brat alive! I want to make her wish she were dead!"

Yang Yitian was incandescent with rage. After his furious shout, he seemed to strike first, as a torrent of blazing flames suddenly erupted from the front of the auction house.

The elder who had been speaking with Lei Ming raised his voice. "This is a private matter for the Yang family. We must temporarily close the auction house today. We ask everyone to disperse. The Yang family will apologize later for any inconvenience caused. We are sorry, esteemed guests."

"Hah! Little Feng'er, I, Lei Ming, am going to marry you!" Lei Ming roared with laughter inside the venue, shouting loudly, "Block these Yang family members! Anyone who dares lay a hand on my wife, I will make them pay!"

At the front of the auction house, an intense wave of energy suddenly broke out. The subordinates of Yang Yitian and the experts brought by Lei Ming seemed to have already clashed. Amidst the chaos, Huo Feng's aura continuously soared as she charged and rampaged at the front of the auction house. "Dispel the Soul Confounding Mist!" Yang Yitian shrieked in alarm.

Vast white mist swirled inside the hall, affecting everyone present—whether they were shoppers or members of the Lei Ming and Yang factions. In such an environment, finding Huo Feng within the mist was clearly not easy.

A long, piercing shriek suddenly tore from Yang Yitian's throat as he erupted in fury. "Lei Ming! You truly dare oppose me!"

"Old bastard! I am only saving my wife. If you know what's good for you, stop this nonsense now!" Lei Ming cackled mysteriously. Within the dense white fog, the sound of heavenly thunder resonated, and explosions could be heard continuously from the front.

Curses, screams of terror, and roars erupted one after another from the front. All the guests present in the auction house were caught in the crossfire. Beside Ji Changkong, the number of people fleeing in disarray continued to grow.

"Hurry up and dispel the mist!" Yang Yitian yelled again.

However, there was no response. The mist enveloping the auction house remained, refusing to dissipate no matter how Yang Yitian shouted.

"No one will dispel the mist," Huo Feng’s voice sounded cold and desolate, chilling to the bone, as if emerging from the depths of hell. "Third Uncle, the reason my mother passed away so early is all thanks to your entire family. Although San Na and Yue'e are gone, you are still alive. I have come today specifically to send you on your way!"

"You little slut! Die in battle!" Yang Yitian snorted coldly, then sneered fiercely, "Since you came today, don't even think about leaving. I'll send you to meet your mother in the next realm!"

At the front of the auction house, even more violent energy shockwaves immediately burst forth. Huo Feng appeared to have engaged Yang Yitian directly. Meanwhile, the experts flanking Yang Yitian were intercepted by the Thunder Guards brought by Lei Ming. For a time, the front of the auction house was filled with continuous booming sounds.

In just this short while, most of the guests in the auction house had scattered. Those remaining, aside from the Yang family and Lei Ming’s people, seemed to possess cultivation at the Ruyi Realm. However, due to the mist, Ji Changkong could not ascertain the exact numbers. After pondering for a moment, Ji Changkong decided to move toward the front of the auction house to investigate.

He had originally planned to look for Huo Feng, and now that Huo Feng had revealed herself, it suited his intentions perfectly. Thinking this, he quietly approached the front of the auction house, wanting to ascertain the exact situation unfolding there.

A foul, snake-like stench suddenly lunged out from a corner, cold and unexpected. Within the stench was a strange aura capable of entangling the soul, along with some kind of corrosive poison. The target was none other than Ji Changkong. Ji Changkong’s expression turned icy. With a thought, he raised his hand and launched a punch toward the direction from which the foul smell erupted.

As the punch shot out, his internal meridians and joints vibrated, emitting crisp sounds throughout his body. Strange fluctuations emerged from over seven hundred acupoints within him, sending wisps of profound energy flying out. These converged into a torrent that channeled through his bones, meridians, and flesh, amplifying the force of his strike.

With the punch unleashed, bizarre patterns resembling shifting constellations suddenly flashed across his fist. Within this star field, the power of the vast starry sea surged out like a bursting river, rushing violently forward.

A sense of profound weight, mystery, and depth manifested within the punch force. The power of the immense sea of stars suddenly turned ferocious. A muffled roar was heard, and a figure within the mist was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of crimson blood.

As for the repulsive, snake-like stench, it was thoroughly dispersed by the intent of that single punch, vanishing without a trace.

The Myriad Heavens Star River Art was deployed for the first time and yielded such immediate, startling results, bringing joy and a surge of courage to Ji Changkong!

Chuckling coldly, Ji Changkong moved like a phantom toward the front, tailing the attacker. Before long, the assailant materialized before him: an elder with a sinister appearance, sporting a long goatee. His cold eyes were filled with venomous hatred as he glared intensely at Ji Changkong.

Large patches of blood stained his chest, and his face was deathly pale. The elder’s true strength was difficult to discern; the profound mystery he cultivated was quite peculiar, and his aura was unlike that of a typical human. " Crack! " A sudden grinding noise came from his lumbar vertebrae. Then, his body convulsed, shrinking down until he was hunched over on the ground, his spine twisting violently. His entire skeleton rattled loudly, his flesh contracted, and his head transformed. In a mere instant, he morphed into a gigantic, multicolored python.

The python measured about fifteen meters long, its entire body covered in colorful, circular patterns. It opened its massive maw, releasing a putrid smell, from which a malicious and vicious voice emerged: "You have injured my body; I will certainly kill you!"

"So, you are a demon race member." Ji Changkong’s expression remained unchanged as he nodded. "If you intend to kill me, stop wasting breath. I want to see how you plan to do it!" He took out the small bell and shook it lightly. A White Bone Skeleton flew out from within. "Go!" He pointed at the giant python, and the White Bone Skeleton immediately charged forward, instantly reaching the python’s side. White, skeletal spikes violently stabbed toward it.

The python's expression shifted abruptly. The poison it had prepared was aimed at debilitating Ji Changkong. Seeing a puppet like the White Bone Skeleton approach, it was forced to momentarily suppress the toxic gas in its mouth and instead snapped its jaws toward the skeleton.

A cold glint flashed from the two ghostly fires burning in the White Bone Skeleton's empty eye sockets. With a mere flicker, the White Bone Skeleton suddenly dove straight into the python’s mouth. " Crunch! "

The giant python’s jaws clamped shut, but the skeleton’s bones remained unharmed. Its wide-open mouth, however, refused to close for a long time. Only then did a look of panic flicker in the python's eyes, as if it had finally realized how extraordinary the White Bone Skeleton was. "Kill it!" Ji Changkong commanded.

The White Bone Skeleton surged into the python’s abdomen and began thrashing violently inside. The once fierce python suddenly shrieked, and numerous bloody holes began appearing across its long, serpentine body.

Ji Changkong knew instantly that the python was finished. Without waiting for the White Bone Skeleton to emerge, he shot forward. After just a few breaths, he arrived at the very front of the auction house.

Thunder Guards, clad in uniforms embroidered with lightning patterns, were locked in combat with the experts of the Yang family, who each bore flame patterns on their attire. As these two groups fought, the surrounding mist gradually thinned. It seemed the intense energy impacts were aiding the mist’s dissipation. Yang Yitian hovered high above, shouting down from the auction house roof.

Huo Feng paid him no mind, occasionally flashing through the mist before a pillar of five-colored flames would shoot skyward, fiercely enveloping Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian also possessed Ruyi Realm cultivation, but facing Huo Feng’s onslaught, he appeared somewhat flustered, as if Huo Feng’s five-colored flames were more profound than the Yang family’s profound mysteries he practiced. However, beside Yang Yitian stood an elder with a placid expression, also dressed as a Yang family expert, who possessed Ruyi Realm cultivation.

He stood with Yang Yitian, occasionally stepping in to block or partially deflect Huo Feng's attacks, making Yang Yitian seem relatively relaxed.

Opposite Yang Yitian was a languid, handsome young man known for his foul mouth, currently delivering a torrent of insults against Yang Yitian's entire lineage—this was Lei Ming.

Lei Ming shockingly also had Ruyi Realm cultivation, though it seemed he had only recently entered this realm and lacked complete mastery over his strength. As he cursed Yang Yitian’s family, waves of lightning power surged into the void, yet they were casually neutralized by the elder standing beside Yang Yitian, causing no significant harm to Yang Yitian.

Below, the Yang family experts inside the auction house were fighting the Thunder Guards brought by Lei Ming. These combatants were all at the Subtle Nirvana Realm. Both sides seemed hesitant to push matters too far, holding back their power in their exchanges. Though the fight appeared fierce, no one was actually injured.

Huo Feng continued to dart about within the enveloping mist below. Because of the fog, even Yang Yitian and the elder above could not lock onto her position, forcing them to passively endure her assaults. After repeatedly attacking and being intercepted by the placid-looking elder, Huo Feng seemed to realize this approach was unproductive.

Huo Feng became more cautious, ceasing aimless attacks. She remained hidden in the mist for long stretches. When she did strike, it was with her full might, aiming to get extremely close to Yang Yitian. At those moments, she ignored the calm elder, fearlessly seeking to slay Yang Yitian, seemingly willing to drag Yang Yitian down with her even if the elder took the opportunity to kill her. Strangely, however, the calm elder beside Yang Yitian never delivered a killing blow; his attitude was peculiar.

"Uncle Yuan! Let me kill him!" Huo Feng suddenly shrieked from within the mist. "Uncle Yuan, you watched me grow up since childhood, and you know exactly how Yang Yitian treated my family. Why are you still stopping me?"

The elder, who had maintained a placid expression, suddenly sighed softly. "Miss Feng, I am merely following orders. Please do not blame me."

"Ji Changkong, you’ve been here this long—have you just been watching my predicament for amusement?" After a moment of deep thought, Huo Feng suddenly snorted coldly in Ji Changkong’s direction.