novelraw Chapter 167 : Murong Tian’s “Angel Investment”
Chapter 167 : Murong Tian’s “Angel Investment”
Chapter 167: Murong Tian’s “Angel Investment”
The entire venue fell into dead silence.
If Chu Feng’s earth-shattering “hundred-year profit mortgage” had ground everyone’s worldview against the ground over and over again, then Murong Tian’s sudden intervention was like pouring a bucket of boiling oil onto a worldview that was already about to ignite.
Heavenheart Holy Land!
That colossal existence which had once stood on equal footing with the Falling Sun Sacred Sect—though it had since declined into a second-rate force, its foundations still unfathomably deep—had actually entered the fray!
And moreover, it was standing on the Lei Family’s side!
“Murong… Senior Brother…”
Inside Ascension Group’s private box, Murong Xue’s face instantly turned deathly pale. She subconsciously stood up, staring at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure as her delicate body trembled slightly.
That gaze—she knew it all too well.
Cold, indifferent, devoid of even the slightest trace of human emotion, as if it were looking at an object without life.
Once, that gaze had been the source of her sense of security, belonging to the senior brother she respected the most.
But now, that gaze crossed an immense distance, pierced through layer upon layer of Thousand Illusions Pavilion’s restrictions, and landed precisely upon her, like an invisible ice needle stabbing into her soul until it trembled.
He was not looking at her.
He was inspecting something… that belonged to him, but had temporarily been dirtied by someone else—his “property.”
Lei Qianjue was stunned for a moment, then erupted into wild joy!
He abruptly turned his head and looked toward that man dressed in snow-white robes, refined and jade-like in bearing, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“Brother Murong! You—”
“Brother Lei need not say more.”
Murong Tian’s voice was like ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice atop Mount Kunlun, without the slightest fluctuation.
“Chu Feng is a man who subverts order, defiles the Eastern Wasteland, and is a traitor that my Heavenheart Holy Land must purge. Today, you and I share the same objective.”
He paused, then shifted his gaze toward the high platform, his tone so calm it was as if he were speaking of some utterly trivial matter.
“My Heavenheart Holy Land may no longer possess its former glory, but within our treasury, there are still three inherited Heaven-tier magical treasures.”
“Using these as collateral to help Brother Lei take this item—presumably… Thousand Illusions Pavilion will not refuse.”
The auctioneer trembled with excitement and hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Of course! Of course we will not! The credit of Heavenheart Holy Land is priceless! This collateral is valid!”
“Hahahahaha!”
Lei Qianjue threw his head back and let out a long roar of laughter, filled with the unrestrained exhilaration and arrogance he had suppressed for so long!
He suddenly turned around, locking his gaze tightly onto Chu Feng’s private box, purple lightning around his body surging crazily, nearly tearing the entire box apart!
“Chu Feng! Didn’t you want to play?!”
“Fine! Today, I’ll play with you to the very end!”
He raised two fingers, his voice exploding in everyone’s ears like thunder from the Ninth Heavens.
“Twenty million!”
Boom!
The entire Heaven-Piercing Auction House completely lost control.
Cultivators felt as though their hearts were being clenched by an invisible hand, their breathing turning difficult.
Twenty million top-grade spirit stones!
This number had already exceeded the limits of most people’s imagination.
“It’s over…”
Jian Wuxin’s face turned ashen as he collapsed into his chair, muttering to himself,
“They’ve gone mad… all of them…”
He felt that he had not come here to invest—he had come to jump into a fire pit.
A budget of ten million had already been the absolute limit, staking the next fifty years of Myriad Sword Sect’s future profits.
Now, the opponent had directly doubled the price!
How was this supposed to be played?
Play with his head?!
“What are you panicking about.”
Chu Feng’s voice remained outrageously calm.
He even had the leisure to gently pat Murong Xue’s icy hand, lowering his voice as he said:
“Chief Risk Officer, stay calm. Remember—behind any seemingly out-of-control risk, there are always ‘rule loopholes’ that can be exploited.”
He no longer looked at Murong Xue, instead turning his gaze toward Murong Tian in the opposite private box, the smile at the corner of his lips growing increasingly playful.
The little notebook in Zhao Wuji’s hand was already close to being filled to the brim.
【Emergency Incident Review: Competitor introduced a “strategic investor” (Murong Tian).】
【Risk Assessment: Our side’s “cash flow” is under enormous pressure; the project faces a risk of “failed auction.”】
【Chairman’s Response Strategy Analysis: Chairman’s emotions remain stable; currently conducting a “stress test.” Preliminary judgment—Murong Tian’s entry is not a simple “financial investment,” but a malicious “leveraged acquisition”!】
【Core Logic: Murong Tian’s target is not the “remains,” but to maliciously consume the “ammunition” of both our side and the Lei Family by raising the “acquisition cost,” while forcibly binding his “personal vendetta” with us into this “transaction,” attempting to trigger a “chain detonation”! His intentions are damnable!】
After writing this, Zhao Wuji looked at Murong Tian with eyes full of pity, as if looking at a fool.
This pitiful man had no idea that his little schemes, in front of the chairman’s “financial heavenly eye,” were nothing more than childish doodles—naive to the point of being laughable.
Just when everyone thought Chu Feng would fall silent, or grit his teeth and follow with another bid—
“Pa, pa, pa…”
A crisp, unhurried round of applause suddenly rang out from Ascension Group’s private box.
Chu Feng stood up, walked to the window, and through the hazy restrictions, revealed an approving smile toward the direction of Lei Qianjue and Murong Tian.
“Splendid. Truly splendid.”
His voice, transmitted through the amplification formation, clearly spread throughout the entire venue.
“One providing massive ‘startup capital’ as an ‘investor,’ and one bringing ‘core resources’ and ‘market channels’ as a ‘technical partner.’”
“The two of you joining forces to stage a textbook-level ‘asset restructuring,’ attempting to use ‘capital advantages’ to conduct a ‘malicious clearance’ against our little ‘startup company.’”
“I, Chu Feng, admire it.”
The cultivators present were completely dumbfounded.
At a time like this?
You still had the mood to spout this kind of nonsense?
What asset restructuring?
What startup company?
Lei Qianjue was so furious that smoke nearly came out of his seven orifices as he roared:
“Chu Feng! Stop pretending to be mysterious here! If you’ve got the guts, raise the bid! If you don’t, then get the hell out of the City That Never Sleeps!”
“Raise the bid?”
Chu Feng laughed, laughing brilliantly.
He shook his head, then, under everyone’s incredulous gazes, slowly sat back down and lazily waved his hand toward the auctioneer on the high platform.
“Not bidding anymore.”
“This auction item—we, Ascension Group…”
“Abandon it.”