"What identity does Manager Ye want me to assume? Financial power, or Immortal Level Swordsmanship?" Chu Feng smiled, borrowing the Demon Eye Evil Spirit King’s Heavenly Demon Sound.

His voice was magnetically seductive.

Perhaps no woman could withstand its allure.

To enter the Penglai Auction, there are three conditions, and one only needs to satisfy one of them. Chu Feng, however, could fulfill two simultaneously, categorizing him as a premium client.

"Oh, does the young master’s words mean you possess both?" Manager Ye’s body slightly trembled, her gaze at Chu Feng transforming.

Clearly, one could see countless little stars in her beautiful eyes.

This was admiration and adoration for the opposite sex, coupled with a heart-fluttering attraction.

It seems she was caught in Chu Feng’s snare, her mind unwittingly influenced. Her affection for Chu Feng increased greatly.

No matter how she looked at Chu Feng, he seemed incredibly handsome.

"Young master, you are young and promising. May I know your distinguished name?" Mesmerized by Chu Feng’s Heavenly Demon Sound, Manager Ye cast seductive glances, yet her smile contained more sincerity and natural charm than wickedness.

"Surname Chu, given name Feng, as in graceful and elegant!" This time, Chu Feng refrained from borrowing the Demon Eye Evil Spirit King for the Heavenly Demon Sound.

Getting this Manager Ye to fall head over heels for him would be a huge hassle.

Not to mention, his two wives, Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang, wouldn’t agree, and it wouldn’t be fair to the comatose Chang’e.

Chu Feng merely gave Manager Ye a minor lesson and stepped back.

Afraid of incurring romantic debts.

It would be difficult to explain to his wives then.

Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang easily accepted Chang’e, which made Chu Feng feel guilty tenfold. He cherished and respected the two women even more.

He resolved not to flirt and mess around anymore.

Manager Ye’s strength wasn’t weak; Chu Feng couldn’t gauge its depth, only felt it as vast as the ocean, like a towering mountain reaching skyward. It was admirable.

Comparatively, Manager Ye’s strength seemed even greater than the leader of the Azure Dragon Royal Family.

When Chu Feng stopped using the Heavenly Demon Sound, he subtly imbued his voice with Thunder Skill, waking her up.

Her delicate body trembled, her gaze clearing, her pretty face full of shock.

"You... you also understand the Heavenly Demon Sound? And it’s far superior to mine... Could it be that young master Chu Feng is a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Sect?" Manager Ye’s words inadvertently revealed her identity as a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Chu Feng had severely shocked her.

She was originally highly arrogant, a peerless figure. A client capable of stirring her emotions was already extraordinary. Yet Chu Feng actually caused her inner world to surge like a stormy sea, truly astonishing.

"I am not a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Sect, merely slightly versed in this skill!" This time, Chu Feng used the Demon Eye Evil Spirit King to put on a show.

"Not a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Sect? How is that possible?" Manager Ye scrutinized Chu Feng from top to bottom, her gaze making him uncomfortable. "The Heavenly Demon Sound is an exclusive secret technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect, not taught to anyone outside of it. I, as an official descendant, have only grasped one of the Heavenly Demon Eight Sounds, yet to fully comprehend all. You, an outsider, are ten times stronger than me; who would believe that?"

Manager Ye clearly didn’t believe Chu Feng.

"Master, just admit it, and you might gain her admiration and closeness. With your charm, you might soon entice her," the Demon Eye Evil Spirit King, being a demon, didn’t concern itself with morality.

It only sought its own pleasure, disregarding everything else.

The present Manager Ye was exceptionally beautiful, extraordinarily powerful, a worthy addition to his harem, to enjoy slowly.

This is an irresistible temptation for all men.

"Shoo! Stop causing trouble here." Chu Feng sternly chastised the Demon Eye Evil Spirit King, unwilling to seduce Manager Ye.

"Oh well, I don’t mind. The Heavenly Demon Eight Sounds, also known as the Heavenly Demon Magic Sound, is a Talent Skill of the Heavenly Demon Clan. Even if humans learn it, they can only exhibit one or two tenths of its full power. Grasping two sounds is already quite remarkable."

"Earlier, I borrowed your voice to demonstrate, achieving over eighty percent of its power. Even if you don’t admit it, she won’t believe it."

The Demon Eye Evil Spirit King chuckled mischievously.

It had been imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s maze valley, incredibly lonely and bored.

Since being subdued by Chu Feng, traveling the world together, its power had rapidly increased and its experiences diversified, endlessly fascinating.

Manager Ye seemed to look at Lin Feng like a monster, scrutinizing up and down.

Finally, she leaned close to Chu Feng’s face, so near they could feel each other’s breath.

"I say, Manager Ye wouldn’t be interested in me, would she? Let me tell you in advance, I have many wives at home, if you’re stubbornly determined to marry me, don’t regret it."

Chu Feng solemnly spoke nonsense.

Posh!

"Who wants to marry you? Just a little brat, don’t pretend to be mature in front of your sister!" Manager Ye rolled her eyes at Chu Feng in a flirtatious manner, perhaps knowing she couldn’t force anything out.

She had to give up.

It was time to handle serious business.

"Ah-Jiu, which of his qualifications did you verify?" Manager Ye asked Ah-Jiu behind Chu Feng.

"Financial power! One million six hundred thousand Spirit!" Ah-Jiu truthfully responded.

He kept his head down, not daring to look at Manager Ye. Clearly, he had suffered under her before and recognized her strength.

Ah-Jiu couldn’t help but view Chu Feng more highly.

While Chu Feng appeared much younger than him, he not only resisted Manager Ye’s seductive magic, but even overcame her signature Heavenly Demon Sound.

It seemed this proud and mischievous Manager Ye had met her match.

"One million six hundred thousand Spirit isn’t much, but given your age and cultivation, possessing such wealth already shows exceptional talent, potentially a promising member."

Manager Ye didn’t seem concerned about Chu Feng’s wealth.

Indeed, even billionaires on the Divine Martial Continent might only barely qualify to enter the Penglai Auction.

Even the wealthy feel inadequate here.

"Does young master Chu Feng also know Immortal Level Swordsmanship?" Manager Ye’s charming eyes focused on Chu Feng as she asked.

"I know a thing or two," Chu Feng humbly replied.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Manager Ye dashed toward him to attack. She didn’t use a sword but instead used her two middle fingers as one.

Her slender, jade-like fingers thrust at Chu Feng’s brow.

"Whoosh!"

They soared like sharp arrows, the air emitting a terrifying whistling sound.

Chu Feng felt a chill of fear; it’s an age-old wisdom for a gentleman not to fight with a lady.

Although he had just taught Manager Ye a lesson, her retaliation came swiftly.

With her fingers substituting a sword, she simply poked, yet her strike was imbued with heavenly divine power. It locked onto Chu Feng’s brow, impossible to evade or defend against.