Manipulative Harem God

"ENOUGH!" .net

At that moment, Elder Chen Bai, who had been silently enduring the ridiculous spectacle from the back, finally snapped.

Watching his Chen family's honor being dragged through the filth in front of his eyes?

That was a line no one crossed and lived to tell about.

Boom!

His aura erupted like a raging volcano, filling the auction hall with suffocating pressure.

Every glass in the room shattered, sending shards flying through the air.

"!"

The entire hall was frozen in place, wide-eyed, as the old man's killing intent swept over them like a tidal wave.

"Shit..." someone muttered in the back, ducking behind his chair.

Chen Bai's face was a mask of pure fury as he leaped onto the stage, his robes fluttering like the wings of an angry god.

Smash!

One of the stage's pillars cracked under his aura, crumbling to dust.

"Ah—!?"

Jiang Yueqing, the poor auctioneer caught in the storm, stumbled back, her face pale as death itself.

With a blur of motion, Chen Bai shot towards the crowd, zeroing in on the source of the loudest jeers.

A rough-looking man who had just insulted him barely had time to blink before

SLAP!

Chen Bai's hand smashed across his face like a meteor striking the earth.

The man's head twisted, snapping clean off as his body crumpled lifelessly to the floor.

The crowd gasped in horror.

"Y-You can't just—" Another voice piped up, but— WHAM!— Chen Bai's palm struck him like a thunderbolt, sending him flying into the wall with a sickening crunch.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

Blood sprayed as the man slumped down, his eyes wide and vacant. Dead.

Dead silence followed.

Everyone's jaws dropped as they stared at the two corpses lying crumpled like discarded trash.

"Anyone else want to run their mouths?" Chen Bai snarled, his voice cold as ice, eyes glowing with murderous intent.

He swept his gaze over the hall, daring anyone to speak.

No one moved.

No one even breathed too loudly.

The crowd had been thoroughly cowed.

...

"Oye, Grandpa! If you're so pissed, why are you killing innocent people?" Chu Yaoyao's voice rang out from the shattered glass, her head sticking out like a mischievous schoolgirl taunting a grumpy teacher.

Chen Bai's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing to slits of fury. "You little slut, shut your filthy mouth before I obliterate your entire Huanglong dynasty!"

Chu Yaoyao, stuck out her tongue provocatively, wiggling it mockingly. "Good luck with that, old man! My master would fuck you up before you could even raise a hand! He'd wipe out your entire Chen family—rape all your women, turn them into his little sluts, and teach you a real lesson!"

Hiss!

The crowd gasped at the vulgarity of her words, but Chu Yaoyao just grinned, unbothered, her eyes gleaming with wicked glee.

As the others around her shot her sideways glances, wondering who had the guts to back someone like her, whispers circulated.

"Who the hell's her master?" one man muttered, brow furrowed.

"She's got a mouth on her, that's for sure," another snorted.

Unable to ignore the taunts any longer, Chen Bai's voice boomed across the hall. "WHO IS YOUR MASTER? Call him here, and I'll put him in the ground along with you, you filthy wench!"

Chu Yaoyao's grin only widened, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hehe~ You'll meet him soon enough, Grandpa, and when you do, I hope you bring some extra diapers for that saggy ass of yours. Wouldn't want you to shit yourself before the fight even starts!"

Pfttt!

The crowd erupted into nervous laughter, some stifling their guffaws while others openly enjoyed the spectacle.

Chen Bai's face turned a deep shade of red, veins bulging on his forehead.

His aura flared again, but before he could take action—

"T-thank you..." Jiang Yueqing's soft, flustered voice interrupted the rising tension.

She stood at the edge of the stage, her face flushed as she looked up at the figure who had saved her from being swept away by Chen Bai's violent aura.

All eyes followed her gaze, and the attention of the entire hall shifted to the tall, imposing figure now standing calmly beside her.

The man's presence demanded attention: handsome, exuding confidence, and dressed sharply in a tang suit that screamed elegance with just a hint of danger.

Everyone recognized him—the same man who had earlier waltzed into the hall flanked by three beauties.

The great Brother Zhang!

Ignoring the growing buzz around him, Zhang Wei flashed a casual smile at Jiang Yueqing, whose heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight of him.

But before she could muster any words, he turned away, focusing on the fuming Elder Chen Bai.

"You old fart," Zhang Wei began, "Not only did you just kill two of my men, but now you have the audacity to threaten my disciple? First, you protect that coward Long Tian—an arrogant bastard who breaks martial arts ethics by attacking defenseless women—and now you're killing innocent people like it's nothing? And here I thought you had at least a shred of dignity left."

The crowd collectively gasped, and several people looked at each other, murmuring, as Zhang Wei stood there like a righteous hero.

The absurdity of the situation didn't seem to phase him one bit, his smile never faltering.

He had expertly turned the tables on Chen Bai, flipping the narrative in his favor.

And the best part? No one seemed to realize how full of shit he was.

"Fuckin' hell, he's right!" someone in the crowd shouted, their voice filled with indignation.

"Martial artists are supposed to have some fuckin' standards! We can't let people like Chen Bai act like tyrants!" another man chimed in, his tone angry.

"Old fart can't handle a little truth!" someone else added, laughing loudly.

The hall was buzzing with outrage, and Zhang Wei, standing at the eye of the storm, looked perfectly content.

He raised his hand, silencing the crowd momentarily. "The only reason martial artists are respected is because we follow a code. Without it, we're just thugs with swords. And what has Elder Chen Bai done today? He's acted like nothing but a brute, shielding a criminal and murdering innocents. This isn't the honor of the Chen family—it's the disgrace of it!"

Tang Lifen whispered to herself in disbelief, shaking her head. "He's actually bullshiting again..."

Chen Bai, trembling with rage, pointed a shaking finger at Zhang Wei. "You... you dare! How dare you speak to me like this, you insolent bastard!"

Zhang Wei smirked, completely unbothered. "Oh, I dare, old man. And if you don't shut your mouth, I'll dare to kick your ass across this entire hall. Or are you too scared to fight someone your own size?"

"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.