Long Yan didn't understand music so he asked. If he gave out a normal song as a gift, it would be a joke.
"A noble level spell released by an Arcana Plane cultivator. What level is that?" An old voice said from a private room on the second floor. Long Yan smiled and nodded. "I understand."
The song was extraordinary but it was limited by the player's ability.
"This song is called Elegance. It's a song created by someone else. If you win it, you may become one of the few people who understand this song," the elder said with a smile. Powerful musical spells were the same as other sorcerers and martial arts techniques. Naturally, they couldn't be taught to others. Therefore, techniques and spells were often traded. Music was the same.
"Alright, the rule of the auction is to exchange items for items. You may all bid," the elder said again, looking at the people of the Zither House.
Ye Futian sat behind the matrix and watched everything quietly. The matrix in front of him was transparent. Through the matrix, he could see everything in the building clearly. However, the people in the building couldn't see him. This was a water elemental spell.
"One low-level attack noble ritual implement," someone said. Trading with a ritual implement was the most common.
Hearing this, Ye Futian was slightly disappointed. Was this song only worth a low-level noble ritual implement? Let's see what the people behind were bidding.
"Three low-level noble ritual implements," someone else said.
Many people in the Zither Pavilion were bidding, but because the origin of this song was unknown, even though it was self-composed, no one knew who the composer was, and it only released the power of an Arcana level, no one knew what it would be like once it was in their hands. Therefore, most people were very cautious with their bids. Of course, if this song came from a famous composer, then it would be different, and the price would skyrocket.
After a while, the price of the zither song had risen to two mid-grade magical treasures. This was already a very high price, which meant that the people who came to the Zither Pavilion were more or less knowledgeable. Otherwise, they would not have made such a high price for a song played by an Empyrean Realm cultivator.
Ye Futian was still slightly disappointed by this price.
The elder hosting the auction was the one who heard him play before. He had a faint smile on his face. If there was no suitable bid, he would buy it.
"Three mid-level Noble ritual implements." At this moment, Long Yan's lazy voice rang out from the private room on the third floor. Although he didn't understand, since someone was bidding, he would buy it first.
At Long Yan's offer, many in the Guqin Tower fell silent. However, at that moment, an old voice was heard from a private room on the second floor. "An upper-level noble ritual implement."
"A superior Noble ritual implement." Many people's pupils contracted slightly. An unknown song that they had only heard once was already a very high price.
"Two." Another voice called out from the same private room on the second floor.
"Three." Yet another person increased the bid, causing the people in the hall to have strange expressions on their faces. Could it be that these people didn't know what was good for them?
Now, the people in the private rooms on the second floor were all increasing the price.
"A set of seven-elemental noble ritual implements, capable of both offense and defense. Additionally, there are 10 low-level noble level decrees, five mid-level noble level decrees, and three upper-level noble level decrees." At that moment, also in a private room on the third floor, a gentle and crisp voice rang out. Immediately, the entire Guqin Tower became exceptionally quiet.
"This price …" The Guqin Tower was silent. Almost no one below the Sage Plane would be able to bid for such a price. Perhaps only people from top forces could be so generous.
Judging from the gentle and crisp voice, the owner of the voice should be very young.
It was obvious that she was the daughter of a top noble family.
Even Ye Futian's heart couldn't help but skip a beat when he heard the price. Although he knew that the song was extraordinary, he wasn't famous and had played it as an Arcana Plane cultivator. For such a price, it was a sky-high price.
He lifted his head and his eyes fell on a private room on the third floor. However, just as the other person couldn't see him, he couldn't see what was happening in the private room either. He didn't know who had raised the price to such a level.
"Is there anyone else?" The elder asked. No one responded. The elder smiled and said, "In that case, the auction ends here."
In the private room, Long Yan looked at the opposite room and asked, "I am Long Yan from the West Mountain Dragon Clan. May I ask who you are?"
The person who could make such a price must be someone of extraordinary status. If the song was really worth such a price, should he buy it from the other party?
No one responded. In that private room, there was a beautiful face looking in Ye Futian's direction. He didn't know who had auctioned the song.
"Let's go," a gentle voice said. She turned and left, preparing to trade the song.
Ye Futian also stood up and left.
After a while, Ye Futian and the others appeared on the street outside the Guqin Tower.
"Let's go." Ye Futian lifted his foot and left. Previously, he had hidden his identity to keep a low profile. Now, he couldn't expose himself. The treasures he had auctioned off were enough to attract murderous intent.
Right now, he was also a bit curious. Who had auctioned off the song?
And this person didn't even give face to Long Yan.
After strolling on Qingyun Street for a while, Ye Futian returned to the Celestial Pavilion. After all, he had promised a girl that he would accompany her today.
However, as soon as Ye Futian returned to the Celestial Pavilion, he received a report that someone was waiting for him.
Moreover, it seemed to be someone of extraordinary status.
In the pavilion with covered bridges at the Fairy Pool, a figure sat there with many cultivators following behind him. This person was very young. He looked at Ye Futian who had walked in.
"Ye Futian?" the youth asked.
"You are?" Ye Futian asked.
"I'm from the West Mountain." The person chuckled. A strange look appeared in Ye Futian's eyes. He had heard this person's voice before. It was at the Guqin Tower not long ago.
In the private room, a voice said that it was Long Yan of the Dragon Clan.
The person had arrived at the Celestial Pavilion first and appeared in front of him.
"What's the matter?" Ye Futian asked. In fact, he had already guessed the person's possible goal. He had gone to the Guqin Tower for this reason.
"The Celestial Pavilion was bought with the resources of the West Mountain Dragon Clan." As expected, Long Yan looked at Ye Futian and said directly, "Sister Ling 'er is still young and doesn't know much. To the West Mountain Dragon Clan, a Celestial Pavilion is nothing, but to give it to her out of nowhere … Do you understand what I mean?"
"I don't understand." Ye Futian smiled and shook his head.
Long Yan smiled and tapped his fingers on the table. He continued, "Then I'll make it clearer. I don't care what you did to trick Ling 'er. The West Mountain Dragon Clan will take back this gift. However, we don't want Ling' er to be put in a difficult position. Therefore, you can continue to manage the Celestial Pavilion, but 90% of the Celestial Pavilion's profits must be handed over to the West Mountain Dragon Clan. I'll collect it on your behalf. The remaining 10% should be enough for you to squander."
Long Yan's smile was full of confidence. He had heard that Ye Futian was just a musical attendant in the Arcana Plane. With such a status, to be able to receive ten percent of the Celestial Pavilion's profits should be enough for him to be deeply grateful. Ye Futian should understand that if he refused, it was very likely that he would get nothing.
Ye Futian had no reason to refuse such a condition.
Ye Futian looked at Long Yan's confident face. From Long Yan's words, he understood many things. He wanted to hand over 90% of the Celestial Pavilion's profits. At the same time, he naturally had to hide this from Ling 'er. Moreover, Long Yan would take over 90% of the profits. As for whether this was the West Mountain Dragon Clan's idea, Long Yan's own idea, or the idea of a small group of people, no one knew.
However, this was all not important.
From Long Mu's attitude when he appeared, he faintly felt that something would happen sooner or later.
"Why, do you still need to think about this?" Long Yan asked with a frown, as if he wanted to pressure Ye Futian. "You should know how much 10% of the Celestial Pavilion's profits are."
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded lightly. "I understand what you mean."
"And then?" Long Yan asked.
"Tonight, you will know my answer," Ye Futian said.
"Alright, I will give you one day to think about it. I will come again tomorrow." With that, Long Yan stood up and left with his people, walking out of the pavilion.
Ye Futian looked at his back and shook his head with a smile. Long Yan really had no patience. He had not even finished speaking. There was no need for him to come again tomorrow.
"As expected, I am short handed."
Ye Futian laughed at himself. The Celestial Pavilion ancient token appeared in his hand. He threw it into the air and it landed in his hand.
…
Divine Sky City, West Court.
At the end of the year, the West Court was especially lively. Many people from the Dragon Clan had come from the West Mountain to disturb the peace of the West Court.
To the West Mountain Dragon Clan, today was not only the end of the year but also the birthday of their little princess.
The leader of the Dragon Clan had sent Long Ling 'er to the West Court to cultivate and prepare to enter the Starry School. He did not plan to celebrate her birthday with great fanfare. Most people from the West Mountain Dragon Clan still stayed in the West Mountain to celebrate the end of the year. However, most people from the various branches of the Dragon Clan had sent their younger generation to celebrate Long Ling' er's birthday. This was their attitude.
In the evening, a banquet was held in the West Court.
At this time, a dragon pulled a carriage over from the sky. On the carriage sat an extremely beautiful figure.
This was a beautiful woman who looked to be around 30 years old. Her skin was as white as snow, and she looked like a young girl. Her appearance was outstanding, and her body gave off a sense of intellectual beauty. She casually sat there, but she gave off a noble temperament.
"The madam is here." In the West Court, many people looked at the figure in the sky. It seemed that the madam had come to celebrate the young lady's birthday while the leader stayed in the West Mountain and would not come.
In the past few years, the leader had become stricter and stricter with the young lady.
The dragon carriage landed and the beautiful woman walked out. Seeing her, Long Ling 'er called out softly, "Mother."
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