"Hmm?" Noticing Zhu Que's unusual behavior, Qi Yu looked at him with suspicion.
Zhu Que touched a strand of hair that had fallen down his temple to cover up his embarrassment. "Cough, it's nothing. It looks quite nice. The tail feathers are very pretty."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yu grabbed the little white bird and flipped it over, exposing its rear end. Upon closer inspection, she saw that Feng Xiao had indeed grown several new feathers on its rear.
"The colors are quite vibrant and actually look pretty; a completely white outfit would be too monotonous."
Zhu Que: "..."
Feng Xiao: "..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Feng Xiao accused Qi Yu in her mind: "Xiao Yu, how can you show me to just any outsider like this? Don't I have any dignity?"
Qi Yu blinked. Feng Xiao was a bird, and Zhu Que was a descendant of the Vermilion Bird, so they were both birds anyway. It seemed a bit embarrassing for Feng Xiao to show his backside to another bird like this, so he put the little white bird back in his arms.
She asked Zhu Que, "Are you here to buy something?"
Zhu Que neither nodded nor shook his head, only saying, "I've come to take a look."
At that moment, the auctioneer on stage suddenly raised his voice.
"The final item in this auction is about to be revealed!"
"I believe everyone came here for this item. It is said that this is the first sword personally crafted by Qi Yanhui, the Sword Saint who ascended to immortality more than ten years ago. It can cut through iron like mud and embodies Qi Yanhui's profound efforts."
A sword slowly fell from mid-air and landed in the auctioneer's hand, who was so excited that his hands trembled.
"The Returning Goose Sword!"
"Although this sword may not be as exquisite as the work of a master craftsman, it contains the sharp sword intent of the Sword Saint Qi Yanhui. I believe that if it falls into the hands of a sword cultivator, his strength will surely increase greatly!"
"Starting bid: 50,000 mid-grade spirit stones! Bidding increments: 1,000 mid-grade spirit stones!"
The atmosphere inside the auction house immediately became heated, with bids coming incessantly, and in the blink of an eye, the price had risen to 80,000 mid-grade spirit stones.
Qi Yu clicked his tongue in amazement. One mid-grade spirit stone was equal to one hundred low-grade spirit stones, and the starting bid was five million low-grade spirit stones. How could these people be so rich!
The Wild Goose Returns Sword was placed on the auction table by the auctioneer. Qi Yu squinted and examined it carefully, but couldn't see anything special about it. It looked like an ordinary iron sword.
Is this really something that the sword saint Qi Yanhui painstakingly created?
This swordsman even shares the same surname as her, which is quite a coincidence.
Qi Yu withdrew her gaze listlessly; since she couldn't afford it anyway, it was none of her business.
Zhu Que, standing beside him, also seemed uninterested and casually said, "Calling you 'Miss Qi' is too formal. How about I just call you Xiaoyu?"
Before Qi Yu could react, the little white bird in her arms angrily rushed forward and pecked Zhu Que hard.
"Xiaoyu! Only I can call her Xiaoyu! What kind of thing is she to dare call herself Xiaoyu!"
An angry boy's voice questioned in her mind, but Qi Yu, with a numb face, pulled him out and replied, "Isn't it normal for others to call me Xiao Yu?"
"I was here first, how can he call you Xiaoyu like I do?" The boy's voice was tinged with grievance.
Qi Yu said to Zhu Que with a headache, "You should just call me by my name. It's fine to call me by my name." If she calls me Xiao Yu, Feng Xiao will annoy her to death.
Zhu Que thought for a moment and said, "That's fine too. Qi Yu, Qi Yu, my encounter with Miss Qi was also a serendipitous one."
"Hiss." Qi Yu felt a chill run down her spine from Zhu Que's words.
Feng Xiao said in her mind in a strange voice, "My meeting with Xiao Yu was truly a serendipitous encounter."
What did he mean by that?
Qi Yu questioned him warily, "Do you remember the time we met?"
Feng Xiao said, "Hmm? Didn't we meet at Qiankun Fortress? I sensed that Xiaoyu was in danger, so I knocked those bad things unconscious."
Qi Yu sighed in disappointment, realizing she hadn't thought of it yet.
At this point, the price of the Wild Goose Returning Sword had already reached 200,000 mid-grade spirit stones, and no one was bidding any higher.
Holding the Wild Goose Returning Sword, the auctioneer exclaimed excitedly, "Two hundred thousand! Two hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones, is there anything higher?"
"Then, congratulations to this fellow Daoist for winning the Sword Saint Qi Yan Hui's beloved sword—the Yan Hui Sword—for 200,000 mid-grade spirit stones!"
A warm and clear voice came from a private room on the second floor.
"Fellow Daoists, I am Chu Mo from the Yunyang Sect. Today I am here to buy the Yan Hui Sword on behalf of my master."
“My master said that once he has thoroughly studied the sword intent left by the Sword Saint on the Yan Hui Sword, any interested fellow Daoists can go to Yunyang Sect to borrow the Yan Hui Sword for further study.”
The audience erupted in uproar.
"Who is Chu Mo? Which Venerable Master of the Yunyang Sect is his master?"
“I know! He is the newly accepted disciple of the Yunyang Sect Master, a young genius who successfully formed his core at the young age of twenty.”
"The actions of the Yunyang Sect Master are truly commendable. As expected of a major sect, he is indeed magnanimous!"
"Hmph, you think you can just borrow it because he says so? Do you dare? It's none of our business anyway."
"Indeed, to gain a good reputation just by talking, what a clever scheme."
Seemingly hearing some unusual noises from below the stage, Chu Mo remained silent for a moment inside the private room.
Suddenly, a handsome man dressed in a blue brocade robe appeared beside the auctioneer.
"The Yunyang Sect keeps its word, fellow Daoists need not doubt it."
The man's voice was gentle and refined; he was none other than Chu Mo, the male protagonist of "Burning Heart Tribulation".
The figure seemed to overlap with the black-clad man on the cliff. Qi Yu was in a daze for a moment, and then she couldn't hear any sounds anymore. She tried to shake her head to drive away those emotions that didn't belong to her.
"Is there something wrong with the girl who shook her head?"
Chu Mo, who was standing on the stage, suddenly spoke up, and everyone's eyes turned to Qi Yu, who was shaking her head.
Qi Yu: "..."
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