"Four million and five hundred thousand silver taels, booth 13 bid four million and five hundred thousand silver taels. Is there a higher bid?"
No matter how Xiao Jian prayed, the voice that he did not want to hear the most was called out by the auctioneer with a beaming smile.
"Four million and five hundred thousand silver taels, say it again. Is there a higher bid?" The auctioneer's voice was filled with passion, enticing the people below.
The people in the hall were all discussing this. No one expected the first item to be auctioned to be sold for a sky-high price of four million and five hundred thousand silver taels.
Within the booth, a mocking smile flashed on Tang Feng's face. He said, "I was wondering how much he would bid. Only five million silver taels and he can't hold on anymore. How boring!"
"How can their Xiao Clan bid more than our Tang Clan? Furthermore, the Clan Head trusts Second Young Master so much this time. He even brought ten million silver taels over. How could Xiao Jian compete with Young Master?"
One of Tang Feng's attendants flattered.
A satisfied smile appeared on Tang Feng's face. He wondered how much his strength would increase after he obtained the inner core of the Rainbow Flame Python.
"Four million and five hundred thousand silver taels, going thrice, success …" When the auctioneer said this, he suddenly stopped. He revealed a pleasantly surprised smile and said, "Quick, look, the guest in booth 1 has bid."
The auctioneer's words immediately attracted everyone's attention to booth 1 on the fourth floor. Tang Feng also frowned.
Why is there someone else bidding? Don't be fooled by how relaxed he sounded earlier. Actually, the highest he could go was five million silver taels. Any higher and he would not be able to bid. This was because he still had to leave five million silver taels to bid for another item.
That item was something that his father had personally instructed him to do. Thus, he did not dare to be careless. He had to preserve his five million silver taels. He could not help but feel nervous.
Tang Feng instructed one of his attendants, "Go and see how much the other side is bidding."
Not only was Tang Feng concerned about the bid from booth number one, but the auctioneer was also more concerned about the bid from booth number one. After all, the higher the auction item's price was, the higher the commission he would receive would be.
"Why did booth 1 only bid one million silver taels?" Tang Feng's attendant asked, feeling it was strange.
Tang Feng rejoiced in his heart. It seemed like this fellow was here to cause trouble. He would not be able to bid more than four million and five hundred thousand silver taels. Now he could relax.
However, the auctioneer below suddenly revealed a shocked expression. He opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time, "My god … How … How is this possible?"
"VIP booth 1's bid is ten million gold taels!"
Tang Feng spat out a mouthful of wine and said in disbelief, "Damn, how is this possible? Ten million gold taels! Even the three great clans of Mohe City do not have so much money!"
It wasn't just Tang Feng who didn't believe it. Everyone in the Linlang Pavilion didn't believe it. What kind of concept was a thousand taels of gold?
One taels of gold was ten million gold taels. Taels. Taels. Taels of silver taels.. Silver taels of gold taels. Silver taels. gold taels. one gold taels.
Even in the imperial capital, no one would casually offer ten million taels of gold. This was such a large sum of money that ordinary people would never be able to earn so much money even if they spent hundreds of lifetimes.
"How is it possible for someone to spend so much money to buy a Rank 4 Inner Core?"
"He must be a swindler. I did not expect Linlang Pavilion to have such a swindler."
"Get that person to take out the gold taels. Who doesn't know how to talk big?!"
The situation below the stage was in complete chaos. No one would believe that such a thing could happen in this small Mohe City. They all thought that the person had run away after talking big.
Tang Feng, who was in the booth, slowly calmed down after his anger. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was impossible. He was too nervous and should not have lost his composure.
"Second Young Master, I think that person is just talking big. I don't believe that he can really take out the ten million taels of gold taels."
The one who spoke was because he did not see Ling's attendant due to the angle. At this moment, he was afraid that Tang Feng would vent his anger on him.
The auctioneer did not expect such a situation to occur. Regarding the matter of booth 1, Nangong Yan had already informed him about it. No matter what price the other party offered, there would not be any problems.
Seeing the chaotic situation, the auctioneer hurriedly said loudly, "Everyone, please calm down. Our Linlang Pavilion will definitely not allow swindlers to sneak in. What I want to say is that the guest in booth 1 is definitely able to afford this price."
"The auction will continue. Rest assured, our Linlang Pavilion will definitely hand over the ten million taels of gold to you."
Xiao Chen, who was in the booth, laughed softly, "Ten million taels of gold, I do not have that much money. However, that old man Nangong should have it."
As for how Nangong Yan would solve the problem without the thousand taels of gold, it was not within Xiao Chen's scope of consideration.
"Bang!"
On the other side, Tang Feng clenched his fist tightly, shattering the wine cup in his hand. His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, "The two of you, go and guard outside the booth. I want to see who this fellow is, to be able to spend so much money."
Xiao Jian, who was in booth 11, was similarly depressed. Even if Xiao Chen did not make a move, the Rainbow Flame Python Inner Core would not belong to him.
Xiao Jian pushed open the door of the booth and walked out dejectedly. He did not manage to buy what he wanted. He did not want to stay in this bustling auction any longer.
…
In a secret room at the bottom of Linlang Pavilion, there were all sorts of medicinal herbs and all sorts of refining equipment. Just the medicinal cauldrons alone were there.
Nangong Yan took out all the medicinal pills that he obtained from Xiao Chen. His eyes revealed a fanatical expression. These were his opportunity to advance to Grade 8 Divine Grade Alchemist.
However, this was not a good time. With the equipment here, the results of his research on these medicinal pills were limited. If he wanted to truly understand the secrets of these medicinal pills, he would have to return to the Nangong Clan's headquarters. Only the Imperial Capital had the necessary equipment.
However, when he thought of returning to the Imperial Capital, Nangong Yan's eyes revealed an indescribable rage. Nangong Yan sighed, "It has already been ten years, it is time to go back and take a look."
The door to the secret room suddenly opened and two people wearing black robes appeared behind Nangong Yan. Nangong Yan turned around and looked at the two of them, "After I leave, you two start to keep a close eye on that black-clothed man. You must investigate him and the mysterious alchemist behind him."
The two black-clothed men were Martial Grand Masters. They were deathsworn trained by Linlang Pavilion and specialized in carrying out shady missions. As for the missions that Nangong Yan gave them, it could be said that they would listen to him and would not resist at all.
Nangong Yan muttered, "The ancient method of refining medicinal pills has been lost for thousands of years. I cannot miss out on this opportunity."
Just as he was muttering to himself, a dangerous aura suddenly appeared. Nangong Yan's eyes lit up and he released his perception with all his might.
"There is danger, be careful!"
The two Martial Grand Masters did not feel anything was wrong. When they heard this, they quickly put up their guard. They turned around and fixed their gazes on the stone door of the secret room.
Suddenly, a petite figure descended from above the secret room. She held a short sword with both hands and appeared above the heads of the two black-clothed men. The petite figure moved in a ghostly manner in the air and the short sword gave off a resplendent glow.
"Pu Ci!"
Blood spurted out from the necks of the two black-clothed men. They groaned in pain and fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the mysterious girl had easily killed the two Martial Grand Masters.
Nangong Yan looked at the girl who had appeared. When he saw her true identity, his eyes were filled with astonishment. He said, "How can this be? A Sword Spirit actually left her body to kill people."
Ao Jiao did not answer Nangong Yan's question. She released the two broken swords in her hands. The broken swords turned into a flash of light and ruthlessly flew towards the walls of the secret room.
"Bang!"
The swords stabbed into the wall and easily sank into it. Cracks appeared on the wall like a spider web. The cracks extended continuously and the entire secret room actually started to show signs of collapsing.
Nangong Yan did not have the time to be astonished because Ao Jiao was already flying towards him. She was really flying towards him. She did not stay on the ground for even a moment. She carried an incomparably tyrannical aura as she flew over and ruthlessly sent a palm strike at him.
"Bang!"
In a hurry, Nangong Yan quickly sent out a palm strike and received Ao Jiao's unparalleled strike. The two palms collided. Nangong Yan's body was continuously pushed back. The table and the cabinets containing the herbs behind him were all smashed into pieces.
"Pu Ci!"
The huge force from Ao Jiao's palm instantly shattered the Essence that Nangong Yan had gathered. His body crashed into the wall with a loud 'boom' and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
Nangong Yan had a pained expression on his face. Before he could say anything, he felt the force from Ao Jiao's palm increase again. With a loud 'boom', his entire body sank into the wall.
Under the heavy palm strike, Nangong Yan felt his internal organs shift positions. He felt a sense of helplessness in his heart. Despite being a Martial King, the person in front of him could not retaliate at all.
This Sword Spirit is at least a Medial Grade Martial Monarch. In that case, how strong is her master? Nangong Yan thought in horror.
However, he could not figure out which expert he had offended. Although he held a high position in the Great Qin Nation, he was very low-profile. This was especially so in the past ten years. He had been living in seclusion and had never left Mohe City.
"May I ask who your master is? What kind of grudges do I have with him?" Nangong Yan asked in a hoarse voice. Even if he was going to die, he had to know the reason.
The reply he got was an even more ferocious palm strike from Ao Jiao. Nangong Yan vomited another mouthful of blood and his body sank deeper into the wall.
A human-shaped hole that was tens of meters wide appeared in the wall. It was formed when Nangong Yan was struck by an irresistible force.
Suddenly, Ao Jiao withdrew her palm. Nangong Yan felt his body freeze; he had no time to catch his breath. Ao Jiao had already grabbed him by the collar and brought him back to the secret room.
Inside the secret room, the cracks in the wall where the short sword stabbed earlier were still spreading. Rocks kept falling from above. This secret room that was built underground was actually going to collapse.
"Don't try to do what you just did. Never, ever." After Ao Jiao said this, she quickly left in a flash.
The horrified Nangong Yan finally knew who he had offended. He looked at the secret room that was about to collapse. He felt extremely pained in his heart. Most of the Medicinal Pills that he had refined over the past ten years were stored in this secret room.
Although some of the peak grade Medicinal Pills were stored in his Spatial Ring, it looked like he would not be able to keep the Medicinal Pills that were Rank 7 and below.
After Nangong Yan found the Medicinal Pills that he obtained from Xiao Chen, he did not linger. He immediately left the secret room in a flash. Two seconds after he left, the secret room collapsed with a loud crash.
Nangong Yan, who was on the ground, looked at the large hole in the ground with lingering fear. He felt like he was still in a daze. In just a short five minutes, his ten years of hard work had vanished.
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