“Humph, Jun Mohuang, you’ll be embarrassed in three months!”
Jun Yangfeng, who had already caught his breath, walked up to Jun Mohuang. He glanced at her in disgust and quickly flicked his sleeves and left.
“She even used the Jun Family’s name. How embarrassing!”
Jun Moxue and Jun Moya walked past her, disdain and disgust flashing in their eyes.
“Pfft, your Jun Family’s ranking drops below 15 every year. You’re even a family of refiners, but you’re worse off than the other families. You’re making it sound like you have anything to be proud of!”
Feng Yunqi snorted and responded firmly.
It was normal for other families to be ranked below the 15th place.
But for the Jun Family, which was once the top family in Huan Yun and was famous for refining weapons, it was extremely abnormal.
The Jun Family produced a refiner who was more talented than the other families.
For example, it was like the Heavens had given a student a cheat with a photographic memory. In the end, the student had less than 80 points in every test. It was embarrassing.
Upon hearing this, the Jun Family members’ footsteps froze at the same time. They then stepped forward even faster.
Su Zhiyu, Master Yao Tong, and Feng Kui left with their children.
Before leaving, Su Zhiyu glanced at Jun Mohuang proudly.
After the series of ridicule from Jun Mohuang just now, Su Zhiyu’s originally bad mood from losing calmed down again.
So what if Jun Mohuang defeated her? She would still be ruthlessly ridiculed by everyone.
Unlike Su Zhiyu herself, these goddess of everyone’s eyes.
After Su Zhiyu walked away, she hinted at the two Su Family servants beside her.
The two Su Family’s servants immediately understood. After turning a corner and walking out of everyone’s sight, they quietly returned.
In less than two minutes, the people gathered in the square in the palace left quickly. Jun Mohuang also stepped forward.
“Boss, where are you going?”
Feng Yunqi did not return to the palace with Feng Kui and chose to continue following her.
“Slave market.”
“The slave market… Not bad, Boss. The mansion you bought is too big. You should bring in some servants.”
“Boss, why did those people’s faces suddenly hurt just now?”
“I added some delay medicine to the chili water and applied it to the Nebula Ruler.”
“…Boss, you’re amazing!”
Feng Yunqi was full of admiration.
This was nothing. The Nebula Ruler itself could amplify the pain by several times. Those people’s mouths and faces would hurt for more than four to five days.
The two of them talked as they walked and unknowingly fell into the slave market.
Although the slave market had such a name, it only sold maids and not slaves.
But in Jun Mohuang’s eyes, the statuses of a slave and maid in Huan Yun were actually the same.
This place was not as dirty and messy as Jun Mohuang imagined. The streets were wide and clean.
On both sides of the street were shops with all sorts of slaves and maids.
There were men and women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin.
There were even women holding onto one or two-year-olds, obviously intending to be sold together.
These slaves and maids were rather clean and tidy.
There was a piece of thick paper hanging around their necks with the price tag.
Store owners kept standing at the door and enthusiastically soliciting customers.
“Don’t miss this opportunity. A tender beauty who can sing and dance and be a maid as a concubine is absolutely enjoyable!”
