After putting the card into her spatial storage, Jiang Yuetong looked completely at ease. Since the entire auction house belonged to her, why should she have to pay for her own things?

Seeing that she seemed to be in a good mood, the steward couldn't help but scratch his head. He cautiously said, "Master, you see, I've been serving Young Master Lu for quite a while now. Should we switch back...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yuetong quickly nodded and said, "Very good, you did a good job."

Upon hearing this, the manager's face broke into a smug smile.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she lowered her head, but her eyes were full of determination.

He confidently declared, "Rest assured, Master, I will lead my brothers to work even harder to make our Wutian First Auction House the number one auction house on the continent!"

As for Young Master Lu, he hasn't shown up for quite some time.

Even if he shows up, they can't count on that unreliable Young Master Lu.

Jiang Yuetong: "..."

"Hmm, he is indeed a man of ambition."

After saying that, she waved her hand calmly.

Upon seeing this, the manager immediately bent down, took a few steps back, and then turned and left the room.

He was completely stunned as soon as he closed the door.

He regretted it again, realizing he hadn't mentioned his desire to return to Huanhai Prefecture.

Jiang Yuetong had already guessed that he wanted to return to Huanhai Prefecture, which is why she interrupted the steward in advance.

She turned around, opened the box on the table, and only after confirming that the ghost root was normal did she close it and hand it to Li Qingrong.

"Keep it safe."

Li Qingrong quickly got up and took it, looking at Jiang Yuetong with grateful eyes: "Thanks to you again this time."

"There's no need to say these things again. If you really want to thank me, you should improve your cultivation as soon as possible, or become a ninth-grade alchemist. That way, we won't have to ask anyone else for help."

Li Qingrong's hand holding the box tightened slightly, her eyes filled with determination as she said, "I will definitely become a ninth-grade alchemist as soon as possible."

No one knew that beneath her resolute exterior lay a lack of confidence within.

She is now searching for another batch of herbs, just in case. If they still fail to become ninth-grade alchemists in the end, they will have no choice but to ask others for help with the herbs.

"You little girl, you do have some ambition."

An aged voice echoed in her mind again, and Li Qingrong couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.

That old geezer is looking down on her again!

"Hmph, seeing that you have the spirit to fight again and again despite repeated defeats, I can give you some pointers."

Li Qingrong put away the box in her hand, turned around and sat back down in her chair, secretly sending a telepathic message: "You're really that kind?"

The old alchemist chuckled: "Whether it's good intentions or bad intentions, you'll find out in time. Just ask me if you want to become my disciple? I'm a top-tier alchemist, much higher in rank than you ninth-grade alchemists."

Li Qingrong was indeed tempted when she heard this.

If this old geezer really is a top-notch alchemist, having him to guide me would definitely help me improve my alchemy skills rapidly.

Moreover, judging from the old man's tone, a ninth-grade alchemist was nothing in his eyes, and perhaps he could really become a ninth-grade alchemist soon.

Then Song Yunqian and the others will be able to get rid of the cold poison.

Meanwhile, the Holy Sword Sect is also investigating the murderer.

But so far there are no clues, and it seems there's nothing to be hoped for. Li Qingrong lowered her head and pursed her lips, thinking to herself: But this old geezer is really too annoying!

Seeing that she did not respond, the old doctor looked somewhat dissatisfied: "I asked you to become my disciple, but you hesitated for so long. Could it be that you are short-sighted and look down on me?"