The manager lifted his head to look at the source of the voice and found it was coming from a room on the eighth floor. After a moment's thought, he knew which sect it belonged to.
According to the rules of the Precious-Tree House, he couldn't reveal the identity of the other party. "Why do you say so, my friend?" he asked with a faint smile.
The gloomy voice said, "Don't talk too much. We must get the Sedative Icy Pills. Let's start the auction now."
The manager was slightly angry upon hearing this, but he forced himself to calm down and said mildly, "We are the same kind of people; why do you have to be so aggressive?"
The man sneered, "What's wrong with doing things according to the rules?"
The manager narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if this man was here to cause trouble. "You should know that this is Chaonan City," he said with a cold expression.
"Of course I know it's Chaonan City."
The man in the room on the eighth floor mocked, "Why don't you just tell us the name of the Aoyama Sect?"
The manager retorted coldly, "So what if I do? Do you dare disrespect the Aoyama Sect?! "
"Of course not, but do you think the Aoyama Sect will care about you now? I'd like to know where your Precious-Tree House gets its confidence to be so arrogant! "
The man sneered.
The manager's expression changed upon hearing this, finally understanding why the other party dared to be so arrogant.
Two years ago, the Bihu Peak of Aoyama experienced a great change … The Precious-Tree House lost its most powerful backer. But how did this man know about it?
"Speaking of arrogance, we are no match for your Sect of Three. You came to our Nanhezhou and dared to compete with the Guocheng Temple for something."
The manager didn't care about the rules anymore, sneered and pointed out the other party's background.
If the people of the Sect of Three still insisted on getting the Sedative Icy Pills, he would let them go against the Guocheng Temple.
Hearing the name of the Sect of Three, a discussion broke out in the building.
The Three Capitals Sect was a Western sword sect. It was not very famous, but because it was a vassal of the Kunlun sect, no one dared to provoke it.
The window of the room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a cold expression stood in front of the window. He looked at the steward downstairs and sneered. He then looked at the old monk from the Guocheng Temple and said, "Master, it's not that our sect wants to go against your temple. It's just that our sect's young master is seriously ill and needs to be treated with Sedative Ice Tablets. We really can't let him have it."
This middle-aged man wasn't polite to the Precious-Tree House, but he was very respectful to the Guocheng Temple.
Hearing this, many people were puzzled. The Sedative Icy Pills weren't really a rare magic drug, but the Guocheng Temple came to the aid of the Dace Devil in Chaonan City, which frightened the populace and made them sick. The All-Three Sect was a vassal of the Kunlun Sect, and the Kunlun Sect had a close relationship with the Northern Magic Army. If the son of the All-Three Sect was seriously ill, how could he not have gotten the medicine?
The middle-aged man knew what the crowd was thinking, saying, "Our young master came to Nanhezhou to have fun, but unfortunately in Yin City … he was poisoned by the flower."
The uproar broke out again. It seemed that everyone knew the origin of the flower poison.
If it was really done by that cruel and merciless female practitioner, then the young master of the Three Capitals Sect was indeed pitiful.
The flower poison wouldn't kill the victim, but it would make the victim feel unbearably itchy and uncomfortable. However, if the victim had the willpower, he would recover after suffering for ten days.
The problem was, how could the people of the Three Capitals Sect let their young master suffer such inhumane torture?
"We must take the Sedative Icy Pills with us. As for those mortals in Chaonan City … they are just unlucky."
The middle-aged man said.
Hearing this, there were no objections in the building. It was necessary to have a benevolent heart, but in the eyes of the Cultivation practitioners, the mortals' lives were nothing, especially when they were being compared to themselves.
The old monk of the Guocheng Temple didn't agree with this statement, but he wasn't good with words, so he just shook his head and sighed.
In the room on the seventh floor, Zhao Layue didn't understand, asking, "Why is such a small sect not afraid of the Guocheng Temple?"
"The monks have a good temper," said Jing Jiu.
This was the style of the Guocheng Temple, or in other words, the reputation of the Guocheng Temple in the Cultivation circle over the years.
Of course, this was only true in Chaonan City and the inner lands of the empire. In the north, who would dare disrespect the Guocheng Temple? If the Sect of Three dared to compete with the Guocheng Temple for the medicine, they would be torn to pieces by the angry populace, and the Windy-Broadsword Church wouldn't let it go easily; they might even go to Kunlun.
Though the Cultivation practitioners in the building agreed with the middle-aged man of the Three Capitals Sect, they were still in Chaonan City, and the highly achieved monks of the Guocheng Temple needed the medicine to treat the patients. They wouldn't let a swordsman from the west take away the medicine so easily. There were many bids at the beginning of the auction, and soon the price of the Sedative Icy Pills exceeded its original value.
The Sect of Three didn't show any weakness; they would continue to bid no matter what price was offered.
There were many crystal mines on the Kunlun Mountain. Though the Sect of Three wasn't as rich as the Kunlun Sect, they still had a lot of crystals.
As time went by, the price of the Sedative Icy Pills rose higher and higher, and those sects had no choice but to withdraw.
Even if they wanted to use the Sedative Icy Pills to protect the Guocheng Temple, they had to consider the current price.
As the Sedative Icy Pills were about to go to the Sect of Three, the manager suddenly said something with a big smile on his face.
"Mysterious Room B offers a Xuan Cao Pill."
Hearing this, the building was quiet at first, and then there was an uproar.
The Xuan Cao Pill was a famous item on the Xuanhua Mountain in the Center State. It was said that it could only be made by the Small Bronze Stove.
Regardless of its efficacy or value, the Xuan Cao Pill was more than a hundred times more valuable than the Sedative Icy Pills.
Why was the person in that room willing to pay a Xuan Cao Pill to buy the Sedative Icy Pills? Did they also want to build a relationship with the highly achieved monks of the Guocheng Temple? However, this price was a little too high.
The people of the Sect of Three were also shocked. They looked at each other speechlessly, not knowing what to do next.
The middle-aged man sneered, motioning for them not to raise the price. He sat back down, thinking about something.
No one had expected that the Sedative Icy Pills would be sold this way.
Unexpectedly, the window of the room on the seventh floor was still closed. It seemed that the man had no intention of meeting the monks of the Guocheng Temple.
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The manager who presided over the auction personally sent the Sedative Icy Pills to Mysterious Room B. He lowered his head very carefully and didn't look at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue got up and prepared to leave.
The manager respectfully handed over a small wooden box with both hands.
Jing Jiu took the wooden box and opened it.
Zhao Layue took a look and found that it was the Xuan Cao Pill. She thought for a moment and understood the meaning of the Precious-Tree House. She was quite satisfied.
The manager reminded them again in a low voice, suggesting that they could sit for a while and wait for the owner to come to meet them.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue knew what he meant, but they ignored it. This auction was really a bit boring. They obviously couldn't find any clues, so what was the point of staying here?
Looking at the two figures walking down the stairs, the manager thought to himself, "Where did these strange people come from? I have to inform the owner quickly."
Today was originally a play arranged by the Precious-Tree House. When they knew that the doctor monks of the Guocheng Temple needed the Sedative Icy Pills, the general content of the play was decided. They wanted to use this to gain some good reputation for the Precious-Tree House and to explain to the immortal master who would come to Aoyama in a few days. They didn't expect that the Three-Du Sect would suddenly jump out and almost put on a different play.
The manager thought that the two people didn't pass the ice pills to the doctor monks of the Guocheng Temple through him. Did they plan to find them in private?
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Not far from the Precious-Tree House, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were stopped by the people of the Three-Du Sect.
Jing Jiu hadn't encountered such a thing for many years, and Zhao Layue had only read such stories in books. She felt that it was boring and uninteresting.
She looked at them and asked seriously, "Do you want to die?"
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