Chapter 193

"Two distinguished guests, congratulations on your visit. I apologize for not welcoming you in person. May I know if there is anything you need or how I can help you?" The steward walked straight up to Mu Chen and Ye Shi and asked enthusiastically.

Ye Shi looked at the steward who was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and secretly thought: If someone is being too nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief, so be careful.

If the manager knew what Ye Shi was thinking now, he would definitely smile a little more subtly.

The waitress was shocked when she saw this scene. She knew very well that the manager of the auction house was actually a powerful Martial King. He usually treated other Martial Kings who came to visit him indifferently, but he was so enthusiastic towards these two "youngsters".

Who are these two people? Why would the steward be so...

"You know me!" Ye Shi tilted his head and blinked.

The steward smiled faintly and said with a laugh: "It is obvious at first glance that Daoist friend is not an ordinary person, he is a rare talent among men!"

Mu Chen stood aside calmly. People who were in big business had sharper noses than dogs. This person must know both his and Ye Shi's identities very well.

Ye Shi glanced at Muchen and said with some pride, "Muchen, he said I'm a rare talent."

"Shi Tou, of course he is a rare talent." Mu Chen said with a smile.

When the steward heard Ye Shidang call Mu Chen, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"These two want to auction something, but our auction house, sir, just held an auction..." the waitress said cautiously.

An auction cannot be held casually. You have to send out invitations and prepare sufficient goods. If you hold an auction casually and fail, it will damage the reputation of the auction house.

The steward glared at the waitress fiercely and said in a stern voice, "Shut up, what do you know?"

The waitress was startled by the steward's anger and stood there with her head down, looking embarrassed and frightened.

The manager turned around and looked at Mu Chen and Ye Shi with a friendly expression, saying, "My shop assistants are not very sensible. I hope you two don't mind. I wonder what you two would like to auction?"

Ye Shi took out a pill bottle and said, "This."

When the manager saw the bottle of pills handed over by Ye Shi, he didn't take it seriously. Everyone knew that Mu Chen was an alchemist. But when he opened the bottle of pills, the manager was shocked.

"This...is this a level six pill?" the manager said with his eyes wide open.

Ye Shi nodded and said, "Yes!"

The steward looked towards Mu Chen and said, "Mr. Mu, you want to auction this pill."

Mu Chen nodded lightly and said casually: "Yes! I'm short of money recently, and I want to exchange some Yuanshi for flowers."

"This is the Spirit Emperor Pill, right? This pill can help an emperor-level master to rise one star!" said the manager with a frown.

Mu Chen nodded and said, "That's right."

"Are you willing to do it?" asked the steward with a frown.

Mu Chen smiled and said, "Why would I be reluctant to give it up? I don't need it now."

The manager smiled dryly and thought secretly: This guy Muchen is too young after all. He doesn't know how to think long-term. When he is promoted to Martial Emperor, he might regret it so much that he vomits blood. However, since Muchen said so, there is no need for him to remind Muchen that auctioning the Spirit Emperor Pill will be of great benefit to the auction house.

The waitress on the side was shocked and pale. These two people were actually going to auction a sixth-level elixir, and it was a Spirit Emperor elixir. It was really... unbelievable.

"I will prepare an auction for you immediately." A level six pill can definitely attract many people.

Mu Chen nodded and said, "Okay."

Ye Shi added anxiously, "I can't wait three months. If I wait three months, I'll be broke."

The manager looked at Ye Shi, thought for a moment, and said, "Wait a few more days, the news will spread, and it will sell better. If, Mr. Ye, is in a hurry, I can help you." No matter how anxious he was, if the news couldn't spread, he might not get a good price.

"Just ten days." Mu Chen said with finality.

"You two, would you like to come into our auction house and take a look? We have a lot of good things here." The manager said to Mu Chen and Ye Shi with a smile on his face.

Ye Shi nodded and said, "Okay!"

Ye Shi and Muchen followed the steward and walked into the auction house with great interest.

There are quite a few things in the auction house, but Ye Shi's vision has improved a lot, and most of the things in the auction house are not worthy of Ye Shi's attention.

"What is this?" Ye Shi asked, looking at a fiery red whip that was blocked in the center of the hall.

"This is the magic weapon that Master Refiner Mo Feng left in our auction house." The manager said lightly, with a hint of regret in his tone.

"This whip is a sixth-level magic weapon! It's of really good quality." Mu Chen said with his arms folded. Ye Shi likes to use whips, and this whip should be to Ye Shi's taste.

"How many Yuanshi are needed?" Ye Shi stared at the whip in the crystal cabinet and asked with sparkling eyes.

"We don't need Yuanshi, we need a sixth-level elixir, the Ice Soul Detoxification Pill. Mo Feng's only son, Mo Yun, was poisoned by the Nine-Revolution Luoyan. Rumor has it that only the Ice Soul Detoxification Pill can cure it. This whip has been here for two years, and no one has come to replace it. In order to refine this sixth-level magic weapon, Mo Feng invested most of his wealth in it." The manager sighed.

Mo Feng has a good relationship with the auction house, and he has always felt deeply sorry about what happened to Mo Yun.

In fact, the value of the Ice Soul Detoxification Pill is no less than this level six flame whip, so it is not easy to make this deal.

"Ice Soul Detoxification Pill!" Ye Shi stared at the Flame Whip that was sealed by numerous restrictions. He turned his head and said to Muchen expectantly, "Muchen, I want it."

Mu Chen crossed his arms, nodded, smiled faintly, and said, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, the steward looked at Mu Chen in surprise and said, "Mr. Mu, do you have the Ice Soul Detoxification Pill?"

Mu Chen shook his head and said, "No."

"What about you?" The manager couldn't help but look at Mu Chen strangely.

Mu Chen smiled faintly and said nonchalantly: "Not now, but there will be soon."

The steward looked at Mu Chen in confusion.

A bright smile appeared on Ye Shi's lips, "Mu Chen is the best to me."

Mu Chen scratched Ye Shi's nose and said, "If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well?"

Ye Shi saw the steward next to him and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Manager, with the auction matters." Mu Chen said lightly.

"It's my duty, it's my duty." The steward respectfully escorted Mu Chen and Ye Shi out the door.

"Sir, who are these two? Are they the powerful Martial Kings?" the maid asked in confusion.

"They are Martial Kings, but ordinary Martial Emperors cannot compare to their nobility." The steward looked at the backs of Muchen and Ye Shi and said solemnly.

The status of a sixth-level formation master is the same as that of a Martial Emperor, and Ye Shi’s grandfather is Qu Kun.

With eighth-level qualifications, they are already Martial Kings at such an early age. It is almost certain that these two will be promoted to Martial Emperors. If they are luckier, it is also possible that they will be promoted to Martial Sects.

The maid's eyes widened in surprise. She had never expected the steward to speak so highly of the two of them.

"Is it King Wu?" The maid was full of surprise, "But they look so young."

"Yes, he is young, only seventeen years old." The steward shook his head. When he was seventeen years old, he was just a martial spirit. When he met the Martial King, he was so excited that his blood boiled.

"Mu Chen, are you sure you can refine the Ice Soul Detoxification Pill?" Ye Shi asked with his head tilted.

Mu Chen nodded and said calmly: "One thing is that the Ice Soul Detoxification Pill is a level six intermediate pill. The difficulty of refining it is much lower than that of the Spirit Emperor Pill. There shouldn't be any problems."

Ye Shi nodded and said happily, "That's good."

The news that Lefeng Auction House was auctioning the sixth-level Spirit Emperor Pill spread in an instant. For a time, all the Martial Emperors came to action upon hearing the news. Pills like the Spirit Emperor Pill that could directly improve strength had always been a must-have for Emperor-level masters.

Not long after Mu Chen and Ye Shi left, Mo Feng arrived at the auction house.

"Master Mo." Seeing Mo Feng coming, the manager immediately greeted him respectfully. In addition to being a sixth-level weapon refiner, Mo Feng was also a Martial Emperor and had always been a guest of honor in the guild.

Mo Feng frowned and said, "I heard that someone came to the auction to consign a Level 6 Spirit Emperor Pill?"

The steward nodded and said, "Indeed."

"How is this alchemist's alchemy skills? Can you introduce him to me?" Mo Feng said with a frown.

The Spirit Emperor Pill is one of the more difficult sixth-level pills to refine. If this person can refine the Spirit Emperor Pill, then this alchemist's alchemy skills should be considered outstanding among sixth-level alchemists.

The steward hesitated for a moment and said, "Master Mo, the person who came to consign the sixth-level elixir should not be a sixth-level alchemist. This elixir must have been obtained by him in the secret realm by chance."

Muchen was too young, and ever since the news of the Wuzong Secret Realm spread, the outside world paid more attention to his formation skills, and not much discussion about the fact that he was an alchemist.

Mo Feng sighed lightly and said, "Is that so? Forget it then."

After Mo Yun was poisoned, Mo Feng spent a huge amount of money to hire a sixth-level alchemist to help. Unfortunately, this alchemist had bad luck and destroyed the three sets of pills that he had worked so hard to collect, and failed to refine a single pill. In the end, this person probably felt embarrassed and returned the fee.

The manager looked at Mo Feng's gloomy expression and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"Father." Mo Yun called out when he saw Mo Feng coming back.

"How is your body?" Mo Feng asked.

Mo Yun smiled and said, "It's like this anyway. Dad, please don't worry about me anymore."

Mo Feng said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't worry, Dad will definitely find a way to cure your illness."

Mo Yun was poisoned by the Nine-Turn Luoyan. Once the poison took effect, his whole body felt like it was burning on fire, and life was worse than death.

Seeing Mo Yun suffering in dire straits again and again, Mo Feng felt heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

Mo Yun sighed softly and said somewhat sadly, "Dad, I have burdened you too much over the years because of my illness."

Mo Feng is a sixth-level weapon refiner, but in order to treat him, he often spends all his money.

Mo Feng frowned and said, "Yun'er, what nonsense are you talking about?" If he hadn't provoked his enemies, why would the other party take revenge on Mo Yun.

Mo Yun smiled bitterly, "Father, I..."

"Okay, stop thinking about it. Don't worry, father, I will definitely cure you. No matter what the cost, you just need to take good care of yourself." Mo Feng looked at Mo Yun and said.

Mo Yun looked at Mo Feng and smiled bitterly helplessly.