Xiao Feng nonchalantly observed the architecture of the side hall, like a tourist on a sightseeing trip, appearing completely at ease.

This demeanor made the wealthy elites present even more unsure of his intentions.

In general, there are only two possibilities in such a situation.

The first possibility is that ignorance is bliss.

Like a baby facing a president, no matter what your identity is, if they need to pee, they will do it all over you.

The second possibility is that he genuinely has nothing to fear.

After much consideration, the wealthy elites believed that the likelihood of Xiao Feng being the second was high. After all, with Zhen Jinghan standing behind him, looking like she followed his lead, could he possibly have a trivial background?

Just as the atmosphere in the hall was about to drop to freezing point, Hong Ren finally appeared at the door.

"Amitabha, dear benefactors, thank you for waiting patiently!"

The wealthy elites stood up one after another, smiling and ready to greet him.

Xiao Feng turned around, glanced at Hong Ren in his robe, and led his people toward the second floor.

Everyone immediately turned to see how Hong Ren reacted, noticing that he seemed not to have noticed at all, allowing Xiao Feng and his people to head upstairs.

"Who is this young man, really?"

"Not sure, but judging by Master Hong Ren's attitude and the fact that he dares to confront Bi Quan head-on, he shouldn't be simple."

"Not just that, haven't you seen Zhen Jinghan following him? Regardless of whether she brings bad luck to her husband or not, she truly is wealthy. But look at her, it's clear she's there to listen to that young man."

The wealthy elites talked more and more, feeling that Xiao Feng was not simple, and quickly talked away any imbalance in their hearts, thinking that Xiao Feng and his people going to the second floor was only proper and not at all unusual.

"Thank you." Jiuye nodded at Xiao Feng, expressing his gratitude.

"No need to thank me, we're all family." Xiao Feng replied lightly.

"Exactly, exactly." The little girl interjected, "It was Bi Junxian who sought trouble for no reason, shouldn't you consider the owner's feelings when beating a dog? Right, Brother Xiao Feng?"

"..." Xiao Feng.

Although that may be the harsh truth, I really can't respond to that.

"..." Jiuye.

This is even harder for me to respond to.

"What are you saying!"

Lu Yao nudged the little girl's shoulder, reminding her that she had spoken inappropriately.

The little girl realized her verbal mistake and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Jiuye, I was just making an analogy, it wasn't meant to target you."

"..." Jiuye.

You might as well not have explained at all.

The space on the second floor was relatively limited, with a corridor outside the railing offering a view of the scene below; there were a few rooms, but they were all locked.

"Brother Xiao Feng, are we just going to stand here?" The little girl felt a bit embarrassed.

Because at this time, many people below were glancing over, and although they had friendly smiles on their faces, their eyes betrayed a different meaning.

At that moment, the martial monks, each with a Master's Chair in hand, dashed upstairs with agile steps.

Hui Yi stood outside the side hall door, looking dejected, his fellow disciples seemed increasingly attentive to Xiao Feng.

"Now we have seats." Xiao Feng nodded approvingly at the monks' actions, feeling that his earlier persuasion had paid off.

After seating, an Eight Immortals Table was also brought up.

The table was laden with tea, sunflower seeds, and snacks, none less than those downstairs, and even the design of the chairs and tea set were much more sophisticated, leaving the wealthy elites below stunned.

However, this made things more uncomfortable for Hong Ren, who was on the stage.

The attention of those below was entirely drawn to Xiao Feng, yet in this scenario, wasn't he supposed to be the main character?

"Amitabha!"

With no other choice, he used a Buddhist chant to redirect attention.

Xiao Feng clicked his tongue in wonder, realizing that monks seemed to never fear awkward situations.

Because breaking awkwardness in this way was much more sophisticated than the regular "umm, uh, cough cough" methods.

Once attention was redirected, Hong Ren proceeded with a loud opening speech.

However, unlike a formal speech from a leader or a dry school commencement, Hong Ren's words were intriguing, keeping everyone captivated.

He began by introducing when Anping Temple was first built, then gradually talked about major historical events, presented vividly and interestingly, showing that ample preparations had been made beforehand.

After the opening remarks, Hong Ren adopted a sorrowful tone, "Dear benefactors seated here today were all friends of my late master brother.

You all know, my brother was highly esteemed during his lifetime, and even on his deathbed, he remembered you, dear patrons.

So he left behind some items, hoping they might help you ward off calamities, remove obstacles, and increase fortune in the future."

Saying that, he waved a hand.

A young monk, already waiting in the wings, approached holding a tray covered in red cloth with both hands.

Hong Ren lifted the cloth, revealing a fan inside. He held it in his hand and spread it open, introducing, "This fan, from the ribs to the surface, was handcrafted by my master brother.

The ribs are made of jade bamboo, and the surface depicts a Furious Vajra Elephant from our Buddhist family, which can ward off all evil when carried!"

Xiao Feng exclaimed with admiration, "That's quite the blowhard!"

He had initially thought of having Hong Ren elaborate, exaggerated if necessary, but now he realized his worry was redundant.

"The bidding starts at one hundred thousand yuan if any benefactor is interested, please make an offer now."

Hong Ren did not give the wealthy elites below too much time to consider, and immediately said so after the introduction.

"One hundred and ten thousand!" Someone quickly raised their number plate to bid.

Starting at one hundred thousand and adding ten percent at a time, fully displaying the magnanimity of those with wealth.

Clearly, this unusual auction was meticulously planned by Hong Ren, evidenced best by the number plates raised in bidders' hands.

To an external eye, the number plates seemed to be made of copper, exuding an ancient vibe.

A small number was engraved in the center, surrounded by carved patterns and symbols, more like ornaments.

Sure enough, soon a martial monk quietly told Xiao Feng, "Uncle Hong Ren publicly claims that the number plates have the function of a Protective Talisman, although, at most, they simply hold souvenir value."

Xiao Feng nodded quietly, without displaying any surprise.

"Brother Xiao Feng, we don't have a number plate, what will we raise when we need to bid later?" the little girl asked.

"Don't worry about that, the number plates are to prevent confusion amidst the crowd, but we're the only table on the second floor, so there's no need for concern." Xiao Feng explained, "Besides, we're not actually here to acquire the items."

The little girl narrowed her eyes, smiling as she revealed her true intention, "Then later if we need to bid, can I be the one to stand up and increase the bid?"

"Of course!" Xiao Feng readily agreed.

"Thank you, Brother Xiao Feng!" The little girl's eyebrows curved into crescents, eagerly poised, "I promise to bring out the momentum when I shout!"

Meanwhile, the winner and final price of the fan were both revealed, though the outcome seemed a bit unsatisfying.

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