The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 14

Not sure whether it was because of that piece of pure gold, but Mo Chen was arranged by Fang Ziyu to sit right in the center of the venue, a position that was rather favorable.

The pavilion stood directly opposite the auction platform, in the third row, less than thirty feet away, giving him a clear and unobstructed view of everything happening on stage. Beneath the pavilion there wasn’t much—just a small red lacquered table, upon which sat a pot of tea, a plate of fruit, and a few pastries.

The surrounding guests merely cast them a glance when they arrived, then quickly lost interest.

Mo Chen knelt properly behind the little redwood table. Yan followed closely beside him, her eyes fixed on the raised platform two fathoms away. The stage, three feet above the ground, held a man in a long blue robe. He was middle-aged, his features refined and scholarly, his build strong and upright. His voice was warm and smooth, pleasant to the ear.

“Only two lots remain in today’s auction,” the man announced. “Gentlemen who have yet to bid, you may wish to seize your chance. What we of the Luan clan of Jin Kingdom are about to present—you must all have already heard whispers of it. That is none other than the two young ladies of the fallen Li Kingdom.”

“These twin princesses are famed for their beauty across the land. It is said even the Son of Heaven himself once lost his wits over them. After Li was destroyed, they eventually fell into the hands of our Luan family.” His gentle smile carried easily to the crowd below.

At his words, the audience erupted into excited clamor.

Beneath the stage lounged a young noble in luxurious robes, two half-clad beauties draped across his lap. His hands roamed freely over their bodies, teasing out breathless gasps and coquettish moans. Half-reclining on his comfortable couch, he looked up toward the stage with curiosity.

“Luan Feng, you brat,” he called lazily, “we’ve all come here for those two princesses, and now you tell us they’re not even the finale? If you don’t give us an explanation, I won’t be satisfied.”

“That’s right!” another voice joined in. “Young Master Ji Yi speaks true—what could possibly outshine them? Tell us, Luan Feng, what’s the real finale?”

With the Luan clan’s reputation, no one believed they would mishandle such an auction. Yet for the famed twin princesses of Li—a once-in-a-century prize—not to be the highlight, then what treasure could surpass them? Many nobles and wealthy merchants who had come expressly for the twins grew restless, hearts itching like cats scratching inside their chests.

“Gentlemen, allow me to keep a little suspense,” Luan Feng replied with a mysterious smile. “For now, bring the young ladies out.”

Moments later, the two princesses were led onto the stage.

Both had delicate oval faces, eyes clear and bright like autumn waters, the faint upward tilt of their gaze brimming with allure. Their skin was smooth and fair as carved jade. Slender, graceful figures swayed beneath near-transparent gauze. Beneath the gauze, their bodies were bare—the swell of their br3asts and the shadow of their valleys flickered into view with every movement, leaving the nobles below breathless.

The sisters stood timidly on the stage, indistinguishable in face, only their head ornaments and gauze colors setting them apart—one in crimson, the other in white. Heads lowered, pale hands twisting nervously, they dared not meet the hungry stares below.

“These are the famed beauties of Li,” Luan Feng said. “The elder is Feng Luan in red, the younger Feng Wu in white.”

“Truly worthy of renown!” one young noble exclaimed, eyes dazed as he gazed upon them. “No wonder even the Son of Heaven himself was bewitched. Such beauty rivals the legendary Lady Xi herself.”

“A pity they are both ‘white tigers,’” murmured a long-bearded man, eyes aflame as they roamed the twins’ enticing forms. “No wonder the Luan clan is willing to part with them.”

The thin gauze left nothing hidden—beneath, both sisters’ lower bodies were smooth and hairless.

“That gentleman speaks correctly,” Luan Feng admitted, still smiling. “It is precisely because they are white tigers that my lord had no choice but to let them go. Rest assured, however—both have been carefully trained, docile and obedient, and despite that, they remain untouched maidens.”

The taboo of the “white tiger” was no small matter. Even the powerful Luan clan dared not deceive the gathered nobles and merchants.

Seeing the atmosphere still subdued, Luan Feng stepped closer to the sisters and, as though displaying livestock, indicated their most sensitive features. “Observe, gentlemen—skin smooth as jade, bosoms full and firm, limbs long and fair, every part flawless. Though virgins still, they have been specially trained—their bodies exquisitely sensitive, their arts certain to satisfy.”

At this degrading introduction, the sisters flushed crimson, mist filling their eyes. Their bodies trembled, and faint sobs could be heard.

Below, the crowd nodded appreciatively, eyes burning, some nearly ready to rush the stage and seize them outright.

“The bidding for the princesses begins now. Starting price: eight hundred gold!” Luan Feng declared with satisfaction.

Instantly, offers rang out. Within a quarter-hour, the price had doubled and more, climbing to eighteen hundred gold.

“Eighteen hundred from Young Master Ji Yi! Any higher offers? If not, after ten counts, this peerless pair belongs to him.” Luan Feng’s smile broadened, delighted at the unexpected sum.

Ten breaths passed with no further bids. “Congratulations, Young Master Ji Yi! These two unrivaled beauties are yours.”

“Beauty like jade, sword like rainbow. My life’s only loves,” Ji Yi laughed loudly, burying his face against the bosom of the woman beside him, biting playfully until she moaned.

Soon after, the two princesses were led away to join him.

At that moment, another figure was brought forth. Unlike before, this was a slender girl dressed in a pale blue, snow-embroidered dance skirt, baring a slim waist. Her delicate face was like the finest porcelain, her light-blue eyes holding an exotic charm, her long black hair cascading over ivory shoulders. Her figure was lithe, her bosom modest but graceful, her waist supple as a willow in spring.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, this frail beauty—who looked as though even a breeze could topple her—was brought out within a massive wooden cage, like a bird locked away.

“This is today’s finale,” Luan Feng announced, face alight with mystery. “Her name is the Snow Maiden. Starting price: two thousand gold.”

An uproar exploded below.

“Two thousand—for that little slip of a thing? If I’d known this was the finale, I’d have gone for the twins instead!” one middle-aged noble cursed.

“Exactly! If I’d known, I never would have yielded those girls to Ji Yi!” another complained bitterly.

Inside the cage, the Snow Maiden curled upon herself, sapphire eyes calm and cold as she surveyed the noisy crowd. Suddenly her gaze caught—and froze—on Yan, standing at Mo Chen’s side.

That was her sister!

Shock and urgency flashed across the Snow Maiden’s flawless face. Had her sister been captured as well?

Her delicate hands clenched the fabric of her skirt tightly, sapphire eyes glowing with sudden brilliance. Ice began to spread across the wooden cage, frost quickly blanketing the bars, radiating bone-piercing chill even under the blazing sun.