She hadn’t yet decided whether to scold Jiang Tian or raise her offer, when her younger sister Jenny spoke up pitifully: “Master Jiang, please help us. Ten days ago, at night, over a hundred poisonous snakes suddenly appeared out of thin air in my room, and they bit me! They were all deadly snakes like silver banded kraits and cobras. I had to get so many antivenom shots just to survive…”
She showed Jiang Tian the countless scars on her wrists and thighs, trembling, still shaken as she said:
“And what’s really strange is that even when my bodyguards cut those snakes apart with knives or shot them with guns, they could still heal miraculously. It was terrifying. I can’t even sleep now—I haven’t slept for three days straight!”
“What are you crying for? Have some backbone! The spirit of the Hilton family is to never be afraid!”
“If you keep crying like this, don’t bother coming out with me again. You’re useless. Go back to the University of Pennsylvania and be a bookworm!”
Paris scolded harshly, glaring at her sister.
How embarrassing.
“But I’m really scared…”
Jenny was already frightened to begin with. Now that her sister had scolded her, she felt even more wronged. Her eyes were red, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. She lowered her head, on the verge of crying, looking pitiful and helpless.
In that moment, Jiang Tian suddenly thought of Qing’er, crying helplessly when she was bullied. His heart softened.
“Stop crying. Here are some talismans. Take them!”
Jiang Tian helplessly took out six talismans and gave each of them three. “When you sleep, just stick them on your headboard and you’ll be fine!”
“Thank you, Master Jiang! You’re truly a good person!” Jenny immediately broke into a smile through her tears, thanking him happily.
“Mr. Jiang, how much money do you want? Our Hilton family always repays kindness with kindness, and pays back grudges in kind!” Paris took the talismans and examined them curiously, then asked with a charming smile.
“No need. You should go now. I need to rest—I have things to do tomorrow!” Jiang Tian said flatly.
“He’s so strange. He’s not like other Chinese people who are humble and always smiling. He’s very proud, but he doesn’t even want money!”
Paris suddenly felt that Jiang Tian was very mysterious, filling her with curiosity.
But since Jiang Tian had given them the brush-off, they had no choice but to get up and leave.
As the Hilton sisters reached the door—
Jiang Tian, who had already sat cross-legged on his bed, suddenly asked: “Let me ask you something. Who do you think is behind this?”
“Guo Lili of the Singapore Guo family!” Paris Hilton said almost without hesitation.
“Why?”
“Whoever benefits is the mastermind!”
Paris Hilton’s eyes shimmered with wise and certain light as she said with a cold smile:
“Our Hilton Group is currently bidding against the Nanyang Guo family’s Millennium Hotel Group for an old-style hotel. We want to buy it back, renovate and rebrand it, and take it public again. The two sides are competitors!”
“Oh, the Nanyang Guo family…” Jiang Tian nodded.
Besides commercial interests, there were probably other reasons as well.
Guo Lili was also in the fashion circle. Paris had many dealings with her, and that kind of circle loved stirring up friction and disputes.
“In terms of financial strength, the Nanyang Guo family is no match for our Hilton family. But they have many people under them with strange abilities—like superheroes and metahumans from Marvel comics. That’s not something we, or even the FBI, can handle!”
Paris sighed helplessly:
“We plan to withdraw from the Singapore market after this deal is over. At least, no one from our Hilton family will come to Singapore again!”
“This place is like hell—demons everywhere!” she murmured, both resentful and terrified.
Jiang Tian raised an eyebrow and said calmly: “Don’t worry. I’ll help you eliminate the Guo family. Within three days, the Guo family will be completely wiped off the map in Singapore!”
He was going to eliminate the Nanyang Guo family anyway, so he might as well do them a favor and let them be grateful.
“Master Jiang, what did you say?” Paris Hilton was stunned, unable to believe it.
That was the Nanyang Guo family—even her father had to treat them cautiously and dared not provoke them lightly.
“Get out!” Jiang Tian couldn’t be bothered to explain. He simply waved his hand and shooed the two women out.
……
The next day at eight in the morning, after breakfast, Jiang Tian, accompanied by Red Leaf, Xu Wenjie, Tao Fangshi, and other Southern School magical arts masters, headed to the Millennium Hotel to attend the magical tool auction.
Entering the auction venue, Jiang Tian once again ran into Yang Wenlun and Li Xinyue’s group.
“Jiang Tian, why are you here?”
Yang Wenlun looked astonished.
How could Jiang Tian possibly be qualified to attend such a high-class auction?
“Oh, I came with a few friends from the Feng Shui and mystic arts world to take a look! What about you?” Jiang Tian asked with a faint smile.
Yang Wenlun glanced at the several elderly men behind Jiang Tian and thought to himself, could Jiang Tian have started learning magical arts? Are they his teachers?
“Well, tonight is Old Master Guo’s birthday celebration. I specifically wanted to buy some magical tools and such as a birthday gift for him!”
Yang Wenlun looked smug, wearing an expression that said, “I get to attend the birthday celebration, I’m so awesome.”
“Oh, when the time comes, remember to take me along to see the world!” Jiang Tian said with a chuckle.
“Ah! Oh…”
Yang Wenlun nodded awkwardly.
You’re such a poor bastard—how could I take you? Bring you along to embarrass yourself?
I was just joking, and you actually took it seriously.
“President Yang, why did you have to go and provoke him for no reason? Now he’s clinging to you like a piece of dogskin plaster, and you can’t shake him off, can you?”
After Yang Wenlun sat down, Li Xinyue leaned close to his ear and laughed with mockery and disdain.
“I didn’t expect that either…”
Yang Wenlun was also helpless. I just wanted to show off, how was I supposed to know he’d climb right up the pole?
As they spoke, the auction had already begun.
Under the auctioneer’s silver tongue, everyone’s emotions were stirred up. They competed fiercely in bidding, and the atmosphere was explosive.
The auction seemed very high-end. The auctioneer spoke in Malay, but every participant had simultaneous interpretation devices for Chinese, English, Japanese, and Korean, making it feel like an international conference.
Jiang Tian felt no ripples in his heart—he even found it a bit amusing.
It could be said that over 90% of the auction items were nothing but ordinary antiques. But by labeling them as magical tools, they could still fetch sky-high prices.
Halfway through, Yang Wenlun made his move.
He spent one million Singapore dollars to win a Qing Dynasty jasper thumb ring.
“Boss, you’re mighty and domineering!” Li Xinyue clapped and cheered.
“Heh heh, what’s this? Just a small gift. Old Master Guo might not even take notice. If something better comes up later, I’ll still take it!”
Yang Wenlun looked smug, not forgetting to shoot a show-off glance at Jiang Tian beside him. He was really feeling proud.
Back then, he had been suppressed by Jiang Tian and couldn’t hold his head up. But now? He was the one throwing around money!
And you, Jiang Tian? You’re just a lackey for a few magical arts people. From beginning to end, you haven’t even raised your paddle!
He even pulled Jiang Tian and laughed: “Jiang Tian, why aren’t you bidding? These are all genuine pieces—a rare opportunity!”
“No good stuff. Why would I bid?”
Jiang Tian laughed. “This jasper thumb ring you bought isn’t a magical tool—it’s just an antique. And the era is wrong too. It’s not Qing Dynasty, it’s Republic of China era. On the antique market, it’s worth only fifty or sixty thousand at most!”
“What the hell do you know? You’re just a country bumpkin. How much money do you even have? Have you ever seen magical tools and antiques?”
Yang Wenlun was so angry his nose was crooked. He finally couldn’t keep up the act anymore and completely tore off the mask.
Especially when Jiang Tian said his antique was fake—that was even more unbearable.
This was meant as a gift for Old Master Guo! If word got out, wouldn’t he lose face? Ruining his big plan?
“Fine, fine, fine. I don’t know anything. You have money, buy whatever you want!” Jiang Tian smiled indifferently, too lazy to bother with him.
But Yang Wenlun wasn’t finished. He sneered sarcastically: “Jiang Tian, let’s be blunt. In my eyes, you’re just trash—completely uneducated. Do you even know what a magical tool is? What an antique is? These have all been appraised by masters, okay! If you don’t know, don’t spout nonsense and embarrass yourself!”
“How dare you disrespect Mr. Jiang! Do you want to die?” Beside them, Xu Wenjie’s face showed anger as he shouted sternly.
“Hey, forget it! He’s my college alumnus…” Jiang Tian smiled faintly and stopped the furious crowd.
He knew Yang Wenlun held a lot of resentment toward him, and he could understand the mindset of someone who had been stifled for years and suddenly exploded. So he didn’t take Xu Wenjie’s offense to heart at all.
“What are you going to do about it? This is the Guo family’s hotel, and I’m an honored guest of the Guo family. You dare touch me?”
Yang Wenlun rolled up his sleeves and put on a fighting stance, swaggering as he said: “Come on, hit me! Go ahead, hit me if you dare! You’ll probably get beaten to death by bodyguards and thrown out in minutes!”
Red Leaf, Xu Wenjie, Tao Fangshi, and the other Southern School magical arts masters were so angry they nearly exploded on the spot. But without Jiang Tian’s word, none of them dared make a move.
“Heh, you don’t dare, do you? You’re scared, right? Jiang Tian, what are you so cocky about! This isn’t Jinling—this is Singapore, and the Guo family is the boss!”
“Jiang Tian, I don’t even consider you an alumnus or classmate anymore. Just you wait—after the auction ends, I’m definitely going to beat you up!”
Yang Wenlun finally felt satisfied. If the auction weren’t still going on, he might have even jumped up to beat Jiang Tian right then.
The auction continued.
Finally, it was time for the Immortal Ruins map fragment. After the auctioneer’s introduction, everyone began raising their paddles.
“Four million Singapore dollars!” A wealthy man raised his paddle.
“Five million!” Jiang Tian directly raised it by one million, lifting his paddle.
“What are you playing at? Can you even afford it?”
Beside him, Yang Wenlun looked at Jiang Tian in astonishment, unable to believe it.
Five million Singapore dollars—that was twenty million Chinese yuan. Could Jiang Tian’s family sell everything they owned and still come up with that amount?
“Sir, may we verify your bank card?”
Even the auctioneer looked at Jiang Tian in disbelief.
After cultivating the Chaos Creation Art, Jiang Tian’s skin was fair as jade, making him look like a young man in his early twenties.
Such a young person—even if he were from a wealthy elite family, twenty million was no small sum.
Immediately, a staff member came forward with a wireless POS machine and asked Jiang Tian to enter his password.
Jiang Tian took out a bank card.
This bank card was utterly unremarkable—definitely not some black diamond card or gold card. Just an ordinary savings card.
But when Jiang Tian entered his password, the auction company’s employee nearly fell over in shock.
Ten billion Chinese yuan. That long string of zeros seemed to stretch endlessly—it was breathtaking.
He nodded at the auctioneer with a look of utter shock. The auctioneer felt relieved and continued calling for bids.
