ebookland Chapter 110 Becoming a Commodity
Chapter 110 Becoming a Commodity
Lin Zhifeng was defeated by Lin Jun's strange focus and said helplessly, "You said it yourself, it's a high-level spirit beast. You're just an ordinary person, how can you compare?"
Lin Jun got angry and lunged forward to choke him, wanting to teach this disrespectful and disrespectful Lin Zi a lesson.
Lin Zhifeng quickly dodged, coaxing, "Senior brother, I was wrong, I was just teasing you! How can a spirit beast compare to you? You are the most precious. Tomorrow night, a discerning buyer will definitely buy you for a high price. Perhaps even more than Uncle Ding's price!"
Lin Jun persisted, "You're talking nonsense! How can I compare to my martial uncle?"
After they had made enough noise, they finally calmed down and started thinking about what to do tomorrow.
Lin Zhifeng said, "Are you saying that tomorrow they'll strip us naked and sell us like livestock, locked in cages?"
Lin Jun said, "Really? Is it really that unethical? Don't we have any dignity?"
Feng Ping said sullenly, "It's hard to say. These people are just selling us as shells, so shouldn't we show them off to the buyers properly?"
Jinzi asked curiously, "Senior Brother Feng, why do you seem unhappy? Are you also so concerned about your image? I thought only Senior Brother Lin Jun was so concerned about his image that he would be unhappy. What are we grown men afraid of? Let us look! It won't hurt us anyway."
Feng Ping said, "You guys have great figures, so of course you're not afraid. Lin Jun is just saying it, but he's probably really happy to have this opportunity to show off."
Lin Jun said, "Nonsense! I'm a decent person too, okay?"
Lin Zhifeng grasped the key point: "What? Senior Brother Feng, don't you have abs?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ping remained silent, his head bowed.
It seems my prediction came true.
Lin Zhifeng laughed and said, "Don't worry, they might not be that ruthless. If they really strip us naked and sell us off, I'm worried that people will focus on something else."
Lin Jun, the "King of Dirty Disorder," immediately understood what he meant and cursed, "You little Lin, you always act so serious, but it was all an act all along?"
After saying that, he pretended to cover his ears and shouted, "Oh my god, I'm not clean anymore! I'm so dirty!"
When the others heard him say that, they all thought about it from a different angle and couldn't help but laugh.
Everyone was already in a heavy mood, facing a dangerous situation that could even result in injury or death. But Lin Zhifeng and his friends' antics lightened the mood once again.
That's right, so what? At worst, I'll just start over with a new account. I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!
Everyone discussed their strategy for tomorrow again. Actually, they'd discussed it many times before; it's all about improvising.
The reason they waited until this point and made such a huge sacrifice was simply to wait for the buyer to be exposed so they could take down both the buyer and the seller at the same time.
Because he trusted his intuition, Lin Zhifeng tidied up his storage compartment that night.
It goes without saying that Uncle Ding Mo's Dragon Roar Sword deserves its own dedicated slot. His pills and talismans have also been placed separately in a storage ring, so he can find them immediately when needed.
In addition, he took out one piece of everyone's clothing and put it into a storage ring, which also occupied a separate storage slot.
Next are the spirit swords of the twenty-odd people, which are also stored separately in a storage ring.
There are also spirit beasts. Most of everyone's spirit beasts are mounts, and not many have combat skills. Ding Mo's white tiger beast and Lin Jun's lion-tiger beast were picked out and each took up a storage slot.
In addition, Chiu Chiu insisted on participating in the battle, leaving Lin Zhifeng helpless: "You little chubby chiu, what can you do? Cut the opponent to death with cuteness?"
However, Lin Zhifeng also took out Qiuqiu's storage ring and put it away separately, because he felt that Qiuqiu might be of great help this time.
Since being bound to the system, Lin Zhifeng has become very superstitious and mystical, and facts have repeatedly proven that following his intuition is the right thing to do.
With everything prepared, everyone rested, intending to conserve their energy for tomorrow's battle.
The next afternoon, the people from the Ghost Realm Sect arrived.
They first ordered the Sword Sect disciples to take off their clothes.
After being rejected by everyone, he took action directly.
Since Lin Zhifeng and the others were pretending to still be under the control of the muscle relaxant, they could only helplessly try to fight back, and were stripped naked after a few attempts to resist.
After they took off their clothes, the people from the Ghost Realm Sect performed a cleaning spell on them, meaning that the goods should be presented to the buyers in a bright and shiny state.
Fortunately, they weren't too beastly. After casting the cleansing spell, they gave each Sword Sect disciple a pair of boxer shorts.
Having anticipated Lin Zhifeng's awkward situation, the Sword Sect disciple quickly put on the shorts. He had at least preserved his last shred of dignity.
After cleaning was finished, the disciples of the Ghost Realm Sect brought out a bunch of ribbons woven from the silk spun by cicadas.
The silk spun by the cicada is extremely tough; only those with a cultivation level of at least Nascent Soul can break it. Fabrics woven from it are priceless.
The ribbon that the Ghost Realm disciple took out was four fingers wide and three feet long; even this small piece was quite valuable.
The Ghostly Sect members each used a silk ribbon to bind the Sword Sect disciple's hands. This way, those who had taken the muscle-weakening drug couldn't break free no matter what. It was far more pleasing to the eye than handcuffs and shackles.
The disciples of the Ghost Realm Sect chatted as they worked. One of them said, "These people are really good-looking. It's a pity we missed out back then. Look at me, what a ugly gourd I am!"
The person said, "Back then, how could we dare? In a critical moment, we were lucky to even find a corpse. How could we dare to be picky?"
Another person said, "What? You're envious? Then save up some money, ask the sect leader for a bottom line, and get a new look."
The person who spoke earlier said, "You really dare to dream. This kind of item must be worth millions of high-grade spirit stones! Where am I supposed to get that? Although our sect is much better off now, and we receive a lot of spirit stones and resources, it's still not enough to spend like this."
"So, let's just accept our fate! Being a human or a ghost is the worst, hahaha..."
After saying that, they themselves became depressed.
Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Zhifeng provoked, "Gentlemen, your sect leader led you to do these heinous things, and she pocketed all the huge sums of money, didn't she? Don't be fooled by the fact that you didn't get any benefits; when the truth comes out, you'll be held accountable for your crimes. Why don't you abandon the darkness and let us go? When you are judged in the future, I will definitely plead for you."
Surprisingly, the people from the Ghost Realm Sect remained united and didn't fall for the trick. One of them scoffed, "Who do you think you are, spouting such nonsense? Pleading for me? Do you know how many lives I've taken? What kind of mercy can a Nascent Soul disciple like you, who hasn't even grown a beard yet, possibly get for me? Reduce the number of cuts in my thousand-cut punishment by one? Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
The others laughed along with him.
Lin Zhifeng hadn't really expected to succeed in sowing discord; it was partly to maintain his image as a naive, spoiled rich kid. Hearing this, he angrily retorted, "You...you won't get away with this! Just wait and see what happens!"
Those people laughed even louder when they heard that.
After the Sword Sect disciples were all tied up, the Ghost Realm Sect people led them to the auction.
The auction was held in the reception hall of the Ghost Gate.
The goods were stored in a room at the back of the hall. Auction staff had already come to count the goods and, as instructed by the sect leader, numbered them.
While waiting, Lin Zhifeng whispered to everyone, "Fellow senior brothers, we're probably going to have to endure some hardship today. When we go out later, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we must prioritize the overall situation and be patient. Usually, the buyers will only leave with their goods after the auction ends, so we should wait until Uncle Ding Mo appears before we make our move. As for when to make our move, we'll follow Uncle Ding Mo's advice."
Ding Mo nodded and said, "I'll handle it. When I say 'Sword, come!', Lin Zhifeng will hand me the Dragon's Roar. You should all gather over here first. I will use the Dragon's Roar to sever your restraints, and Lin Zhifeng will take the opportunity to give you weapons and clothes."
Lin Zhifeng couldn't help but suppress a laugh when he heard him talk about clothes. It seemed that his martial uncle cared about it a lot too!
Many buyers have already arrived in the lobby.
The auction began soon.
Feng Ping was the first to be taken away from the Sword Sect.
Lin Zhifeng thought to himself that it was alright.
Senior Brother Fengping is the oldest among them, and he has a very calm and steady personality. If he leads the way, there shouldn't be any problems. Moreover, with him around, the other disciples will feel more at ease when they go out, and won't panic.