Manipulative Harem God

"Fucking hell!" someone from the back howled.

"Old man's about to stroke out!" another voice shouted, causing more laughter to ripple through the hall.

"You—" Chen Bai sputtered, his face contorting in fury. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence as he felt the pressure of the crowd's gaze, their jeers and insults pounding into his pride.

But Chu Yaoyao, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned over the railing of her VIP box with a devilish grin. "What's the matter, Grandpa? You look like you've got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. You better calm down before your blood pressure makes your head pop off."

"Yeah, or piss your pants!" someone from the crowd shouted, making the hall erupt in laughter once again.

Zhang Wei raised a hand, silencing the laughter. "Let's not waste time, everyone. We know how this ends. Chen Bai, you've lost today—morally and soon, physically. So do yourself a favor and back down before things get ugly."

Chen Bai's aura exploded again, but this time, no one was backing down.

The crowd had turned completely against him, and Zhang Wei was playing them like a fiddle.

"Do it, Grandpa!" Chu Yaoyao cackled. "Throw one more tantrum! I wanna see you try to slap me to death. Maybe your old ass can make it halfway across the stage before your spine gives out!"

"Someone give him a cane! He might need it to keep up with Zhang Wei's foot up his ass!" another voice rang out from the crowd, and the laughter grew louder.

Chen Bai, shaking with rage, was on the verge of exploding when—

Jiang Yueqing, who had remained silent for the last few moments, suddenly spoke up. "Elder Chen, please... I think you should listen to him. This can still end without more violence..." Her voice was soft but pleading.

But Zhang Wei, ever the opportunist, leaned in closer, grinning. "Don't listen to her, Chen Bai. I'm ready to kick your wrinkled ass all over this auction hall."

"DIE!" Chen Bai roared, his body launching forward like a crazed eagle, his claw-shaped hand tearing through the air, aiming to rip Zhang Wei's face off.

How dare someone speak louder than him? He was an intermediate stage soul warming realm warrior!

His fart alone could crumble the stage beneath him—there was no way he'd let this punk insult him and live.

But Zhang Wei, ever calm and composed, simply smirked as the old man lunged toward him.

With a quick flicker, he activated his non-corporeal body, just for a split second.

Whoosh!

Chen Bai's eyes widened in shock as his hand passed straight through Zhang Wei like he was nothing but smoke. "Wh—!"

Before he could even process what had just happened.

BAM!

The Palm of Buddha descended on his back with crushing force.

Puchi!

Blood sprayed from Chen Bai's mouth, his body trembling as he staggered forward. "Y-You...!"

Zhang Wei wasted no time. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between them with the speed of a hunting tiger.

With surgical precision, he plunged eight large silver needles into Chen Bai's legs, hands, and back, each strike hitting a key pressure point.

Chen Bai's body seized up, collapsing to the ground like a broken kite, limbs twitching uselessly.

Hiss!

The entire auction hall collectively gasped, taking a sharp breath.

Chen Bai, a high-level elder of the Chen family, brought down in seconds!

The display was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Zhang Wei stood over Chen Bai's collapsed form, his face emotionless, before turning his gaze to the crowd, his voice cold and commanding. "The Chen family has sided with criminals, and they've thoroughly offended me by killing my men. From today onward," he declared, "I will hunt down every last person alive in the Chen family. There will be no one left. You all have two choices—either break ties with them or die alongside them!"

The chilling finality of his words sent a shiver through everyone in the room.

"Die!!"

Before Zhang Wei could finish, several warriors hidden among the crowd leaped forward, their killing intent clear as they rushed him.

These men were Chen family loyalists, ready to avenge their fallen elder.

Puchi!

Puchi!

Puchi!

But Zhang Wei was faster. He caught each of them by the face, his fingers digging in with monstrous strength.

One by one, he crushed their skulls like rotten fruit, their bodies exploding into bloody mist before they could even land a hit.

The crowd recoiled in horror, watching as Zhang Wei casually wiped his hands of blood, the scattered remains of his enemies littering the floor.

"I forgot to mention," Zhang Wei said with an amused grin, "this isn't the place for fighting. Let's save the bloodshed for after the auction, shall we?" His tone was dripping with arrogance, but no one dared to challenge him further.

The hall was frozen, warriors and cultivators alike rooted to their spots, afraid that the next person to make a move would end up as nothing more than a red mist in Zhang Wei's wake.

Zhang Wei chuckled, his eyes locking onto Long Tian, who was still glaring at him with the intensity of a cornered beast.

Long Tian's fists clenched, but unlike before, he didn't dare launch himself carelessly at Zhang Wei.

The humiliation of their last encounter was still fresh in his memory.

"You gonna keep glaring at me, or actually do something this time?" Zhang Wei taunted, his smirk widening.

But before Long Tian could respond, a slow clap echoed through the hall, drawing everyone's attention.

"Ha-ha-ha... I've never seen such a hot-blooded, arrogant man before," came a deep, mocking voice.

Zhang Wei's smirk faded as he turned his gaze toward VIP Box Number 3—the box belonging to the Gu Sect. His eyes narrowed. "You got a problem, old man?" Zhang Wei asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

In the VIP box, Gu Sheng, the elder of the Great Gu Sect, leaned forward, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His eyes gleamed with interest as they met Zhang Wei's. "Little friend, I must apologize for not introducing myself sooner," Gu Sheng said, his voice smooth yet dangerous. "I am Gu Sheng, Sect Elder of Great Gu. Perhaps you've heard of me—number ninety-nine on the Sky List, known as the 'Poisonous Serpent.'"

Hiss!

The entire room chilled instantly. People exchanged nervous glances.

A Sky List warrior?

Spirit Tempering Realm, at the very least.

Even the most hardened cultivators couldn't suppress the shock that rippled through the hall.

Gu Sheng's presence alone was enough to make even the bravest warriors think twice.

Zhang Wei, however, just snorted. On any other day, he might have taken a Sky List warrior more seriously.

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He wasn't standing alone.

The Dark Monastery had his back, and with their support, he had nothing to fear.