Not only Xiang Feng, but also several others noticed the woman in a red dress on the stage.

Lingbi Palace was once the largest sect in the world of immortality. Although the master of Lingbi Palace died thousands of years ago, many portraits of her were circulated in later generations. Naturally, several people in the wing knew her appearance.

Ziyu and Ziqian were lying by the window, staring blankly at the woman in red: "Am I right?"

Xiao Yuqing frowned and murmured in a low voice: "Lingbi Palace...Palace Master?"

Yu Zhengzong didn't find it strange to see their soulless reactions.

There are two sects in Qingcheng Mountain, one is Lingbi Palace and the other is Yuling Sect.

Lingbi Palace only accepts female disciples and is famous in the six worlds for its superb medical skills. It is a major medical school.

The Yuling Sect is an ordinary sect of cultivating immortals, and there is nothing outstanding about it. Originally, before Lingbi Palace was destroyed, the Yuling Sect was just a little-known sect of cultivating immortals.

In fact, the Palace Master of Lingbi Palace and the head of Yuling Sect were brothers and sisters of the same sect, and they were very close to each other on weekdays. After the death of the Palace Master, all the precious and rare elixirs and herbs in Lingbi Palace were inherited by Head Xiao.

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Relying on those elixirs, Yuling Sect gradually replaced Lingbi Palace and became the largest sect in the world of immortality.

Sect Master Xiao must have often talked about this young beauty who died young in the ears of his descendants. It is not surprising that they suddenly saw a woman who looked exactly like the master of Lingbi Palace. It is not surprising that they would react like this.

Yu Zhengzong didn't really care what other people thought about this matter, she was just a little worried about Shanshui.

She glanced at Shanshui, who was sleeping soundly on Xiang Feng's shoulder, and pointedly said: "Even if the two look alike, it won't be her."

The Lord of Lingbi Palace is dead, very thoroughly.

Even if you are reincarnated, you will not have the same voice and appearance as in your previous life.

Rather than pursuing vain memories, isn't it more important to cherish the people in front of you?

The madam's excited voice sounded from downstairs: "This master is offering three thousand taels for Miss An Ning's first night. Is there any other young master who wants to bid?"

Three thousand taels is not a small amount of money. It is enough to support a village for half a lifetime. It is already considered a high price just to buy a woman's first night.

"Three thousand taels for the first time, three thousand taels for the second time..."

Xiao Yuqing raised his hand and signaled: "Thirty thousand taels, redeem yourself."

The madam was stunned for a moment, then she said with a faint smile: "Young master, you are joking. We are only filming the girls' first night today. How can we directly redeem ourselves?"

After all, the madam has carefully trained her for a year, and she can continue to receive customers after selling her first night. If he wants to buy her money tree for only thirty thousand taels, she will naturally not agree.

Xiao Yuqing continued to increase the price: "Fifty thousand taels."

A calculating light flashed in the eyes of the madam. She was very accurate in judging people. Since the young master was willing to spend such a huge sum of money to buy Miss An Ning, it meant that Miss An Ning had some special meaning to him.

Although fifty thousand taels was already a lot, she had a vague hunch that Miss An Ning could be sold for a higher price.

The old bustard softened his tone: "We have never done this in Jinxing Pavilion. If the master sincerely wants to redeem Miss An Ning, 50,000 taels will not be enough."

After saying that, she stretched out her hand and made a 'ten' sign.

The madam deliberately took advantage of Qiao. She pointed at the bald, greasy old man who had just bid three thousand taels: "If the young master doesn't bid, Miss An Ning will belong to this master tonight."

Although he couldn't bear to have An Ning sold to that old man, Xiao Yuqing was really powerless, and fifty thousand taels was the limit he could get.

Seeing that the madam was about to make a deal with the old man, An Ning suddenly knelt down towards the wing on the third floor: "I beg you to redeem yourself for An Ning."

Her eyes were wet, and she had obviously cried just before going on stage. Her thin lower jaw was slightly raised, and her stubborn eyes were full of helplessness.

It seemed as if as long as no one rescued her, she would hit the wall and commit suicide at any time.

Xiang Feng, who was silent at first, slowly lowered his eyes: "One hundred thousand taels, I'll give it."

Yu Zhengtong sighed.

It seemed that he didn't listen to her words.

I thought that the old bustard would make a happy deal, but unexpectedly the old bustard opened his mouth: "One hundred thousand taels is the price of redemption just now. If the young master wants to buy it now, it will have to be two hundred thousand taels. The two young masters have repeatedly violated the rules of Jinxing Pavilion. Today,

If we don't redeem Miss An Ning's life, the slave family will have no choice but to deal with you two."

There was a hint of threat in this tone, and he was obviously trying to be tough.

The madam has a backstage and a straight back.

She probed their eagerness to redeem themselves for An Ning. Seeing that they were all unfamiliar faces and dressed in either rich or expensive clothes, she naturally would not easily let go of the opportunity to blackmail them.

Xiang Feng fell silent.

The king gave him one hundred thousand taels, and he used one thousand taels to reserve the wing. There was no need to return the remaining ninety thousand taels, he could use it as he pleased.

But the more than 90,000 taels, including the silver he had saved before, was only 110,000 taels. How could he get 200,000 taels for the madam?

Xiang Feng clenched his hands tightly and raised his eyes to look at Rong Shang.

Rong Shang leaned on the beauty's couch, turning a blind eye to the jade ring on her thumb, and said with a bit of carelessness in her voice: "She is not Xuexi."

Xiang Feng lowered his head: "I know, but I want to save her."

He knew that Xue Xi had died long ago.

He also knew that Xue Xi died because of him.

Rong Shang lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "Okay."

He said warmly: "One million taels."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire Jinxing Pavilion was in an uproar.

The madam looked at the wing on the third floor dumbfounded, and after a long while he stuttered and said: "Does this eldest man want to use one million taels to redeem Miss An Ning?"

This is not a huge amount of money, this is simply a sky-high price.

Even today's Long Live Lord here would not dare to be so generous as to use one million taels to redeem a mortal woman's life.

Yu Zhengzong was stunned for a moment. She looked at him in surprise and secretly guessed in her heart that the Ghost King had also liked the Palace Master of Lingbi Palace before?

One million taels is not a small amount of money. Is he redeeming An Ning for himself or for Xiang Feng?

Rongshang seemed to notice her hot gaze. He glanced at her with a half-smile, then tapped the wine glass with his thin and slender index finger. With a slight exertion of his fingertips, the wine glass turned into a pile of powder.

Yu Zhengzong couldn't help but shudder. She felt that it was not the wine glass that was crushed, but her own head.

Rong Shang chuckled lightly.

He raised his bony palms, put his two fingers together and slightly bent the knuckles, and a sandalwood prayer bead flew out from between his fingers, carrying a sharp icy air, and hit the kneecap of the old bustard's left leg.

The madam didn't even realize what had happened. The calf of her left leg below the knee had disappeared. The bloody leg bones showed a bone-white color. The small leg lying not far away looked lonely.

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Heart-rending screams could be heard endlessly.

Several people in the wing looked at Rong Shang on the beauty's couch with horrified expressions. This hurtful technique looked so familiar...

Could he be the Ghost King?!

Rong Shang turned a deaf ear to the screams. He smiled slightly and said, "One hundred thousand taels."

After that, another Buddhist bead flew out from the window pane of the wing, blowing out the other leg of the madam.

He said calmly: "Two hundred thousand taels."

The Madam's left and right hands disappeared one after another, and the lobby downstairs was in chaos. The sturdy turtle slaves roared towards the third floor.

Rong Shang didn't care, he still shouted the price slowly: "Four hundred thousand taels."

A pair of palms and calves were gone, and now the madam only had one head left to survive. He raised his lips and looked at the madam: "Is your head worth 600,000 taels?"

The madam fainted from the pain and woke up again because of the pain. Hearing his question, the madam immediately understood and quickly begged for mercy with a pale face: "It's worth it! It's worth it! I will send Miss An Ning to you now..."

Before he finished speaking, his head moved away from his neck, and the round head rolled down with a rumble, scaring the noble princes who came to Jinxing Pavilion to participate in the auction to rush out.

"Killing--" screams kept coming.

The madam's head rolled to An Ning's feet, but An Ning still maintained the kneeling position just now.

She was lying on the ground with her head lowered, and her face could not be seen clearly. Only her slightly trembling back proved that she was afraid at the moment.

Xiang Feng woke up Shan Shui, who was rubbing his eyes when he saw his master hurriedly breaking through the crowd and running downstairs.

She looked confused, not knowing what had just happened.

Rong Shang stood up, held up the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, lowered his head and murmured: "It's raining."

After saying that, he disappeared from the side room, and not even a trace could be found.

If the madam hadn't died tragically on the spot, everyone would have thought that what just happened was an illusion.

As soon as Rong Shang left, Yu Jiangjiang couldn't help but ask: "Why did the Ghost King become your godfather?"

Her tone was not very good, and she even forgot to call her sister insincerely.

The other people looked at Yu Zhengtong with a hint of condemnation in their eyes.

"You are so selfish. You knew he was the Ghost King, but you didn't remind us!"

"That's right! If we said something wrong in the wing just now, wouldn't we have to end up like the madam?"

"Did you do it on purpose? You just wanted us to die on the spot?"
To be continued...