As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, people began raising their paddles to bid.

Although the Boundless Continent is a world where one can cultivate immortality, it is also accompanied by all sorts of dangers.

Wood-elemental cultivators can practice healing techniques, such as the Rejuvenation Technique, to treat wounds. However, the path of medicine is difficult to cultivate, and wood-elemental cultivators are rare. Those who can achieve proficiency in this field are even fewer.

Therefore, when ordinary cultivators are injured, they can only rely on pills for treatment. However, pills are difficult to make and cost a lot, which leads to their high price.

Although the Grade 3 wound medicine wasn't quite as miraculous as the auctioneer claimed—it could truly "bring people back to life and heal flesh and bones"—its healing effect was still quite immediate compared to other wound medicines of lower grades.

Qi Yu secretly observed the people around him, among whom were many dressed in fine clothes. They were either disciples of major sects or scions of large families, and they were all quite generous.

Before long, the bid rose to 18,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Suddenly, a male voice rang out from a private room on the second floor.

"Twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Who is it...?

As if a switch had been flipped, Qi Yu's head began to throb violently, her heart rate soared, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

She couldn't help but curl up to resist the physical discomfort.

What happened...?

The words of that voice kept echoing in my mind.

"Yu'er, I am Chu Mo, you should call me brother."

"Yu'er, I will marry you."

"Fenxin is so innocent, why are you always targeting her?"

"I never imagined you were such a vicious woman."

"Qi Yu, be a good person in your next life."

The excruciating pain before his death resurfaced, as if he were back on that cliff that night, helpless and filled with hatred.

When Wu Qianqian saw Qi Yu suddenly curl up on the ground with a pained expression, she was shocked and quickly helped her up, not knowing what had happened.

"Qi Yu, are you alright?"

Qi Yu, deeply immersed in the original owner's memories, could not hear any sounds from the outside world; Chu Mo's voice kept echoing in her mind.

They met as children, innocent and carefree, until he gradually became attracted to another woman, losing sight of himself and forgetting even their vows. In the end, for the sake of his beloved, he drew his sword against her.

How tragic this is!

Just as she was sinking deeper and deeper into hatred, which was about to consume her entire being, a clear, youthful voice woke her up.

"Xiaoyu".

It's not Yu'er, it's Xiao Yu.

"Wake up, Xiaoyu."

She is not Qi Yu, the vicious female supporting character blinded by hatred in "Burning Heart," but Qi Yu who bears the responsibility of saving Earth from impending annihilation.

Qi Yu's eyes gradually cleared, and he realized that many people around him were watching him. Wu Qianqian in front of him was holding a pill and was about to put it into his mouth.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Qi Yu waved his hand and sat back down in his seat.

A handkerchief was handed to her, and she was surprised to find that her face was wet and covered in tears.

Wu Qianqian looked at her worriedly and asked, "What's wrong?"

The complex images kept flashing through his mind, and Qi Yu was still a little dazed. He said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of some sad things."

She couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound. The private room on the second floor was enchanted, and others couldn't see what was inside.

Qi Yu restrained herself, turning her gaze away and suppressing emotions that were not her own.

Although I long for a peaceful and uneventful cultivation journey until ascension, as long as I am in this world of the book, I will inevitably encounter the male and female protagonists.

It's only been seven days since I arrived, and I've already encountered many things, including meeting the male lead, Chu Mo.

Qi Yu sighed and gently touched her chest.

She was merely using the original owner's body to complete her mission, yet she was still affected by the original owner's emotions. Perhaps only by helping the original owner fulfill her wishes could she truly control this body.

What is your wish?

Should we kill Chu Mo?

She did not overlook that slight confusion and bewilderment she had just experienced.

While reading the book, she had doubts about how this originally innocent and kind girl had turned into a ruthless and vicious female supporting character. Now, this wisp of emotion, along with the original owner's memories, made her even more puzzled.

Perhaps there is some truth hidden behind this that she has not yet discovered.

After all, she hadn't finished reading the entire book, "Burning Heart Calamity".

The little white bird in her arms spread its wings, its feathers brushing against Qi Yu's chin, causing a slight tickle.

She held the phoenix flute in her hand, idly stroking the little bird's head, lost in thought.

The bid had now risen to 28,000 low-grade spirit stones.

That familiar voice came from inside the private room again.

"Thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones."

The bidding gradually subsided. Thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones was already the limit for a bottle of grade three wound medicine, since wound medicine had no other fancy functions besides healing.

"Any fellow Daoists willing to bid? If no one raises the price, this Grade Three Golden Wound Medicine is for this young master."

"Thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones once... three times! Congratulations to this young master for winning a bottle of grade three wound medicine with thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

Upon hearing this number, Qi Yu couldn't help but smile, the gloom from before vanishing completely.

Does this count as making money off the male lead?

She smiled at Wu Qianqian and said, "Thank you so much for bringing me to Yinhua Market. The price you offered was twice as high as that of Feixing Treasure Pavilion."

Wu Qianqian carefully observed her expression for a while and replied, "It's nothing. I was quite bored coming here alone anyway. I should thank you for coming with me."

They smiled at each other.

Wu Qianqian's communication jade talisman suddenly lit up. After glancing at it, she said to Qi Yu, "I have some things to take care of. You can continue reading."

Qi Yu nodded. "Go ahead."

After watching for a while, someone suddenly sat down next to her. Qi Yu turned her head to look and met a face wearing a fiery red mask.

She turned her head away expressionlessly and continued watching the auctioneer's performance without saying a word.

No wonder I didn't see Zhu Que at the preaching hall this morning; turns out he came here.

"Why does Miss Qi look like she doesn't recognize me? This mask shouldn't be that effective, or is Miss Qi actually face-blind?"

Qi Yu refused to answer.

Before Zhu Que could reply, the guard who had led Qi Yu into the auction house approached, carrying a silver tray with a brocade pouch resembling a storage bag on it.

"Miss, the price of the Grade 3 Golden Wound Medicine is 30,000 low-grade spirit stones. After deducting one-tenth of the profit, there are 27,000 low-grade spirit stones in this storage bag."

Qi Yu felt a pang of heartache for a moment, losing three thousand yuan!

She took the storage bag and tentatively infused it with a wisp of spiritual energy.

The dazzling array of white spirit stones in the storage bag dazzled her eyes, and a smile returned to Qi Yu's face.

It's good that we don't need to buy a storage bag anymore. The storage bag that the auction house gave us has about one square meter of space. The spirit stones only take up half of the space, and we can still put a lot of things in it.

"Is this Miss Qi's spirit pet?"

Zhu Que looked at the little white bird that Qi Yu was holding and playing with, his gaze somewhat subtle.

Qi Yu nodded casually.

"I picked it up from the roadside. It wouldn't leave me alone, so I kept it."

Zhu Que: "..."

Feng Xiao: "..."