There were still a lot of looks going towards Zoran's way, but that quickly disappeared as a commotion occured at the entrance of the red carpet. The ladies were swooning and screaming as they pushed themselves towards the carriage while the men also competed for the attention by simply waiting for a window to introduce themselves for a potential business opportunity.
The crowd got bigger as the screaming got more attention. The ladies and gentlemen were no longer competing for who had the best house or who wore the most expensive jewelry because someone already won. The person they welcomed was definitely the most powerful man in this place and the VIP of the entire auction.
One can see this from the very carriage itself. The frame glowed bright from the reflection of lights and immediately caught the attention of everyone looking at it. How expensive. It was made out of Adamantium, the strongest and most expensive metal in the world.
That was not all. Normally, carriages were not allowed to venture this deep into the entrance of the auction, but this was made an exception. Those unaware could only ask themselves: who was this person?
The carriage opened and a young man with a hard but handsome face climbed down. His hair was sleekly pulled back with some excessive gel that made his head reflect the lights from above. He was wearing red silk robes that proudly showed a blaring white sun with ten rays of sunshine made only from class-A Arachnid silk.
Behind him were a few of his friends who all wore a watered-down detail of the young man's attire. In short, they were his lackeys.
This group of young men were only teenagers the same age as Zoran, yet they exuded strength and spirit like that of an expert. The way they carried themselves was as if they were cut above the rest, like they were the Being's gift from up above. And it seemed like the crowd agreed with it, evidenced by their looks of admiration and sensual screams.
"The Young Master is here!"
"He's even more handsome from up close!"
"What a genius! Already at the 4th stage of Body Strengthening at such a young age. As expected of the only son of the clan master."
"Young Master? Son of the Clan Master?" someone whispered from the crowd.
"That dashing young man in the future successor of this town's Primordial Sun Dynasty. Although this is just a subclan of the main Dynasty, the honor and power that comes with that title is that of a king!"
Zoran looked at the Young Master and saw none of the praises that were lauded his way. He only saw the person who caused him misery and misfortune in his previous life. He would never forget the day that his cultivation core was destroyed right before his eyes, resetting his cultivation of years and years. He was the reason why Zoran had to move to a different dynasty and start over his cultivation there.
But this furious anger was not present on his face. This was not the time to serve the delicious cold dish of revenge; that was for later.
He simply walked inside the auction while everyone greeted the Young Master.
The man subject to all of this attention simply ignored it and faced the host of the auction, who in turn, gave him a 90 degree bow with two burly men behind him doing their best to bend all their muscles.
"Young Master, I welcome you to our humble auction," the host said with reverence and fear in his tone.
"Are you welcoming me?" the Young Master asked.
The host gave the Young Master a proud and genuine smile. "Of course, you are not a guest. You are a VIP." The host looked at the commotion around him and his smile grew even bigger. His boss, Bettor, commanded them to ensure that this night went smoothly, and the Young Master's mere presence boosted the prestige and fame of the auction. He might even expect a promotion because of this.
"You are wrong. I am not a VIP. I am 'THE' VIP. Don't get mistaken."
The moment Young Master said that, the host felt as if a cold bucket of water fell on his face. He sobered up. If the Young Master doomed him to die because of this mistake, then it would become the truth—a fatal consequence for him. Of all the prideful cultivators he could piss off, he angered the one that could kill him with just a word.
"I have made the gravest mistake. Please forgive this transgression."
The Young Master just scoffed at him and ignored him—the best case scenario for the host. With a nod from the host, his two bodyguards made way for the Young Master and his lackeys to pass by while they protected him from the swarm of rabid men and women trying to socialize with the most influential man of the night. After all, just being seen talking with the Young Master will allow them to climb the social ladder swiftly.
As the Young Master passed by, one of the guards was being pushed by the crowds behind him. He didn't seem to be prepared for this kind of horde of passionate social climbers, and was caught off guard by their collective strength. He stumbled towards the Young Master for a direct collision.
But before he even touched a fabric on the Young Master's expensive robes, a red Yi circle made out of flames conjured in the middle of the two. The circle was made out of intricate symbols of flames, celestial objects burning, and the morning sun at the very middle of the conjured Yi circle.
When the guard touched the Yi circle, his body immediately began to burn and char into a crisp. A fire consumed his skin as it melted down to his bones. Half of his face was nothing but his scorched skull, killing him slowly and painfully without anybody to help.
Everyone was stunned speechless, and only the deathly screams of the guard echoed in the cold night. They moved away from the Young Master, with the horrible smell of burnt human reminding them of what would happen if they got too close to him.
The Young Master simply ignored the guard even as his body burned. All he had to say was,
"My fiery defense activates automatically. Blame yourself for being too weak."
The Young Master walked away and entered the auction.