As the crowd dispersed, Ding Bu'Er sighed beside Mo Wuji, "Sigh, I finally understand why little miss wanted us to help her find the Two-leaved Fire Grass. She must have wanted to give it to an immortal master. Wuji, if only you had kept one for yourself. Maybe when we reach Chang Luo, you could have become a service disciple. "
Mo Wuji chuckled and said softly, "I did keep one, but the value of the Two-leaved Fire Grass is not as high as the Clear Sight Fruit. If any low grade spiritual herb could make one a service disciple, then there would be too many service disciples. "
Ding Bu'Er nodded, "That's true."
"I want number 17. I bid 20 gold coins."
"Number 17, I bid 23 gold coins."
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A commotion could be heard. Mo Wuji looked over suspiciously and asked, "Is there an auction going on over there? What is it? "
Ding Bu'Er said, "That's the place where the female slaves are being sold. To be honest, those female slaves are more beautiful than the other, and they are all unmarried. They are specially transported here to be sold to the geniuses participating in the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference. "
Mo Wuji asked doubtfully, "Isn't it said that the geniuses participating in the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference can only bring four servants? If they sell female slaves, how can they bring them on board? "
"You don't understand. There are still a few days before we leave. Those rich kids are participating in the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference, so they naturally cannot bring any women to sleep with them. They are staying at the seaside without any entertainment, so they need someone to accompany them. Those female slaves are actually bought for them to use for a few days. Do you want to take a look? "Ding Bu'Er chuckled.
"Forget it." Mo Wuji shook his head. He was extremely angry about the trafficking of women, but he was powerless to stop it. Why bother taking a look?
"Congratulations to this friend for obtaining number 17 at the price of 25 gold coins. The next one for sale is number 26. Everyone, please take note. Number 26 is not inferior to number 17. In fact, she is even more beautiful. Number 26 has another selling point that you might not know. She is from the Northern Qin Royal Clan. I heard that she is a descendant of the Northern Qin Royal Clan's Mo Clan... "
Mo Wuji suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the female slaves being auctioned. His fists were already clenched tightly.
Even though his soul did not belong to the Northern Qin Prefecture King's clan, his blood was still the Northern Qin Prefecture King's. Furthermore, his surname was Mo.
This time, there was no need for Ding Bu'Er to speak. Mo Wuji had already rushed over.
Ding Bu'Er was naturally clear about Mo Wuji's background. Seeing Mo Wuji's furious expression, he was worried that Mo Wuji might do something wrong, so he quickly chased after him.
"Wuji, you must not mess around here. Otherwise, they can crush us like ants, "Ding Bu'Er grabbed Mo Wuji's arm and said anxiously.
Mo Wuji said solemnly, "I will."
"I'll pay 35 gold coins …" A man who looked like a short winter melon shouted.
"To be able to test out the descendants of the Royal Prince, that must be a good feeling. I'll pay 40 gold coins." Another vulgar voice called out.
Mo Wuji could already see a girl in a green dress with her ankles chained up. This girl's eyes were filled with hatred and despair. Just as the fat merchant said, this was a very delicate and pretty girl. Her dress had obviously been tidied up, probably to sell for more gold coins.
"100 gold coins." Mo Wuji took a deep breath and said.
There was a ball of anger burning in his heart. He could not wait to immediately pull out the sharp knife from his boot, rush forward, and stab this fat man to death.
His rationality told him that impulsiveness was the devil. He could only use the money to deal with this fat man. Otherwise, he would die a worse death than this fat man. As for the person he wanted to save, he was afraid that she would suffer a worse fate.
The noisy crowd suddenly quietened down. From the start of the auction until now, the highest bid was only 10 gold coins. Just now, someone increased the bid from 35 to 40, which was considered a very high bid. Now, there was another fella who directly increased the bid to 100 gold coins. How wasteful was he? 100 gold coins was enough to buy a few female slaves.
"This girl is not bad. I'll pay 101 gold coins." Because Mo Wuji bid 100 gold coins, the crowd became quiet. Now that someone suddenly called out 101 gold coins, it was even more abrupt.
The crowd was already in a mess, and it was just an open-air auction. The price of a female slave was raised to 101 gold coins. Immediately, it was like a firecracker being thrown into the crowd, causing a commotion. More and more people were calling out and offering higher prices.
Mo Wuji saw the fella who bid 101 gold coins. He held a fan in his hand, and his hair was combed until it was shiny. Mo Wuji did not even know this fella, and did not know why he wanted to compete with him.
"1000 gold coins." Mo Wuji was not in the mood to compete with this person, so he directly increased the bid by 10 times.
When the fat merchant heard Mo Wuji's bid of 1000 gold coins, he was so excited that his body was trembling. How could he not be excited when the price of this female slave was not even as high as the price of this female slave? However, he still looked at the fella with the fan. He wanted to see the two of them compete, so that he could earn more gold coins.
The surrounding crowd became even more excited, and started to make a ruckus. A female slave being sold for 1000 gold coins was simply unbelievable.
"Brat, you've got guts to dare to compete with me for a woman. 101 gold coins, if you have the guts, I dare you to increase the bid again." The man with the fan kept his fan, and stared fiercely at Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji acted as though he did not hear this fella's threat, and directly called out, "101 gold coins, 1 copper coin."
"You …" The man with the fan pointed his fan at Mo Wuji's forehead. If Mo Wuji's previous bid was said to be a show off, then Mo Wuji's current bid was clearly a slap to his face.
He could increase Mo Wuji's bid by 1 gold coin, but Mo Wuji definitely could not increase his bid by 1 gold coin. No, it was not 1 gold coin. As long as he called out a bid, this servant fella would immediately shut up.
However, not only did this fella not shut up, he even directly increased the bid by 1 copper coin under his threat.
This was not just a slap to his face, but a slap to his face without wearing gloves.
When the fat merchant heard that Mo Wuji only increased the bid by 1 copper coin, his fat face twitched a few times, and his gaze landed on the man with the fan. He hoped that the man with the fan would angrily raise the bid.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed. The man with the fan only pointed at Mo Wuji in anger, and did not continue to increase the bid. Even after he called out thrice, the man with the fan did not seem to have reacted, and continued to stare angrily at Mo Wuji.
The fat merchant thought that the man with the folding fan did not want to raise the price and was afraid of losing face, so he did this on purpose. He called out, "Congratulations, friend, for obtaining this Northern Qin descendant slave for 1001 gold coins and 1 copper coin."
"Who told you that I'm not going to increase the bid? I'll bid 2000 gold coins." The man with the fan stared fiercely at the fat merchant.
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