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Chen Mo’s face had completely darkened. Originally, he could have secured the item for a comfortable 1.2 billion, but now, the bid had astonishingly reached two billion. Even if he acquired it, the taxes alone would cost him one billion.

This mission is already flawed, he thought. Will Chuyun Mo let me off the hook? He really felt like crying.

"Two and a half billion!" Chen Mo gritted his teeth and put forth a bid that even he couldn’t accept.

Yet, without the slightest hesitation, Lei Yingying immediately shouted, "Three billion!"

"Damn it all!" Chen Mo felt like he was about to spit blood. The bid had risen to three billion. Chuyun Mo’s highest budget for him was only 1.5 billion; this was literally double that amount. If he continued bidding, things would spiral out of control. The key issue was that even if he increased his bid, Lei Yingying didn’t even seem to flinch. Clearly, she was determined to see this through to the end.

"You’re asking for it!" A cold, murderous intent blossomed in Chen Mo’s eyes as he stared at Lei Yingying. I want to kill someone. Since I can’t win with money, I’ll have to play dirty. All I have to do is kill Lei Yingying. If she doesn’t die, I will.

"I give up!" Chen Mo took a deep breath and finally surrendered. He had already figured out an alternative. If I can’t buy it, I’ll just have to resort to special means. After all, Chuyun Mo sent several experts with me this time. I have the power to make Lei Yingying die a quiet and mysterious death.

"Congratulations, these ten Treasures now belong to Miss Lei! Please, Miss Lei, follow us backstage to complete the transaction!" Liao San glanced at Chen Mo, knowing that today’s auction had been a failure for him. But at least the items hadn’t been lost for good. That was enough.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Lei Yingying had been walking for quite some time. If Yang Qi hadn’t been accompanying her, she definitely would have stopped by now. It was unclear where Liao San was leading them.

"Miss Lei, give up those items, and you can live! Otherwise, you’re going to die!" Liao San suddenly declared. At that moment, Yang Qi heard footsteps approaching from behind and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

"I’ll never give them up," Lei Yingying said, shaking her head.

"Then I’m truly sorry!" Liao San turned and walked away, suddenly disappearing behind a door that likely concealed a secret passageway.

This Treasure Hall is full of Mechanisms, Lei Yingying thought as she turned to look at the person who had appeared behind her. Yang Qi, on the other hand, lowered his head and backed away, putting on an act of extreme fear.

"Miss Lei, why go through all this trouble?" the newcomer, a middle-aged man, said. "Insisting on competing with the Hanfang Association for these items... wouldn’t it be a pity to lose your life here?"

He was a Fourth Rank Great Grandmaster. In the eyes of Liao San and Chen Mo, a martial artist of his caliber was more than enough to eliminate Lei Yingying, including her bodyguard. They had mistaken Yang Qi for her bodyguard and believed their plan was foolproof.

Facing a Fourth Rank Great Grandmaster, Lei Yingying naturally stood no chance. I can handle a Martial Arts Grandmaster now, but a Fourth Rank Great Grandmaster is far too difficult. She was, however, not the least bit afraid, because Yang Qi was standing right behind her.

"Cut the crap," Lei Yingying said coldly. "You know I’m from the Lei Mansion. If you kill me, the Lei Mansion won’t let you off the hook."

"Haha, what a naive little girl." The Assassin sneered, shaking his head. "Do you really think the Lei Mansion will ever find out where you died or who killed you? Enough talk. Since you won’t listen, you can die. Once you’re dead, those Treasures will belong to our Hanfang Association."

The Assassin made his move, closing the distance to Lei Yingying in an instant.

Lei Yingying didn’t react at all. She just stood there, watching him.

This is strange, the Assassin thought. Why is there not a trace of fear in this woman’s eyes? Why is she so composed? Is she scared stiff? But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Anyway, once this mission is over, I’ll get a large sum of money and become a hero of the Hanfang Association.

Just as his attack was about to land on Lei Yingying, an intense sense of crisis suddenly washed over him, originating from right in front of him.

What’s going on? the Assassin wondered. Lei Yingying didn’t move. So why do I feel such a strong sense of danger?

"Damn it!" He tried to retreat but suddenly saw Lei Yingying move. A dagger appeared in her hand as she stabbed straight toward him, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

What is happening? Lei Yingying is clearly just a Martial Arts Grandmaster, a worthless piece of trash in my eyes. How can she make me feel such an intense crisis?

"You’re asking for it!" the Assassin roared in anger. To be scared by a mere Martial Arts Grandmaster... This is a disgrace! He fiercely thrust his dagger toward Lei Yingying.

Her expression remained unchanged, yet the motion of her hands suddenly became strange and unpredictable. She dodged his attack and lunged forward like a gliding dragon.

"Crap!" The Assassin was stunned. That’s not a move Lei Yingying should be capable of!

By the time he could react, her dagger was already pressed against his neck. The Assassin’s body trembled.

SHHNK!

He felt something slice through his flesh. He tried to move but was paralyzed as his consciousness gradually faded.

THUD!

He collapsed, falling flat on his back and clutching his throat. Only then did he get a clear look at the person behind Lei Yingying. The man’s hands were making strange gestures, like a Puppet Master controlling a puppet.

Could it be—! An idea flashed through the Assassin’s mind, but it was too late to complete the thought. He closed his eyes forever.

Looking at the dagger in her hand, Lei Yingying’s face turned pale. This is the first time I’ve killed someone. The feeling is terrifying... I feel like I’m going to vomit. This is awful.

"If you need to vomit, then go ahead," Yang Qi’s voice rang out. "Today was your first lesson. The first time I did something like this, I was only slightly better off than you are now. It’s normal to be tense. You did very well."

But Lei Yingying did not vomit. She held it in. Although she was extremely nervous and her heart was racing, she forced herself to calm down.

"Master, I think I’ve had a breakthrough!" Lei Yingying felt the energy in her body shatter its constraints, reaching the First Layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Her true Combat Power was now likely equivalent to a Second Rank Great Grandmaster.

"Congratulations!" Yang Qi didn’t seem surprised. When he had chosen to take Lei Yingying as his disciple, he knew her physique was excellent and perfectly suited for Immortal Cultivation. If the world still had the foundation for Immortal Cultivation, she would surely become an outstanding Cultivator.

"Thank you, Master!" Lei Yingying exhaled a breath of turbid air, calming down completely.

"Master, how did you do that just now? It was amazing," she said, still in awe. "I feel like even if you were only a Martial Arts Grandmaster, killing that Fourth Rank Great Grandmaster would have been effortless for you."

"It was nothing special, just a type of Spell. It allows me to use metal threads to control another person’s movements. I call it the Puppet Manipulation Technique," Yang Qi explained. "He was just too careless. In a direct confrontation, winning would have been difficult."