Fang Ruotang recognized the person from the voice, tugged at Huo Zhige's hand, and asked teasingly, "Are you sure you can pull off this look?"
Huo Zhige glanced at the male demon on the stage, then thought about his own appearance. This was indeed not his forte, nor was it a track he could squeeze into.
"...I can't do it, let Gu Nancheng do it."
Huo Zhige introduced Gu Nancheng.
Gu Nancheng would never bother with Huo Zhige about other matters, much less do them for him, but he was more than happy to do this one, and even gave Huo Zhige a grateful look.
"Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'm prettier than him."
Fang Ruotang chuckled and readily agreed.
She didn't explain; she had simply been watching without any emotional reaction.
"I'll learn seriously." Gu Nancheng, who had been looking down on the man on stage with seductive eyes, suddenly changed his mind.
Fang Ruotang couldn't help but kick his shin and scolded him lightly, "Don't be silly, I don't like these things."
"It's alright, I'll learn first, and when you get tired of me, I'll perform for you again." Gu Nancheng knew how to plan ahead.
This drew the attention of Cui Shixu and the other four, who all paused on him for a moment. Even Ancestor Yan Yun joined in the fun.
"Sect Master, how did you train them?"
Even he, a cultivator at the Mahayana stage, couldn't discern the origins of the six men, indicating they were no ordinary people or nobodys.
In addition, all six of them acted as if Fang Ruotang was the boss and they were the second-in-command. This kind of arrogance and confidence that came from the bone was not something that ordinary people could possess.
"Why would you, a lonely old man, learn this?"
"Nonsense, I've already found a wife."
Ancestor Yan Yun straightened his back, pulled Murong into his arms, and forcefully demanded, "Call me 'husband' so I can hear it."
Ancestor Murong glanced at Ancestor Yanyun, then spoke calmly and expressionlessly, "Husband."
Ancestor Yan Yun shuddered, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. He proudly raised his chin at Fang Ruotang, "See? This is my wife. She can take on six of you."
Fang Ruotang scoffed, too lazy to pay attention to this idiot.
The auction has begun, with a starting price of 10,000 high-grade spirit stones.
"Wow, he's quite valuable!" Fang Ruotang exclaimed softly, her eyes sparkling.
Someone nearby overheard this and shouted disdainfully, "Country bumpkin!"
Then he boldly raised his paddle and called out the price.
"Ten thousand one hundred."
Fang Ruotang laughed in exasperation, "Aren't you a country bumpkin? You're just going to raise the price by a hundred?"
"What do you know? This is my strategy."
"Really? Twenty thousand taels."
Fang Ruotang held up a sign and bared her teeth at the person opposite her.
"That's also my strategy."
"You...you're crazy."
He was immediately offered 20,000 taels of silver at the start, and he was a complete stranger sitting in the hall.
This caused a stir, and a cacophony of voices erupted in discussion.
"My God! Who is this person?"
"have no idea."
"I don't know where this country bumpkin came from. She doesn't understand any of the rules. Who bids like that?"
"This guy's in big trouble!"
"Exactly! Daring to compete with the eldest daughter of the Su family for someone is simply absurd."
...
The noise reached Fang Ruotang's ears from all directions, but Fang Ruotang remained calm and unmoved.
To put it bluntly, she never knew what fear was before. Now that she's traveling around with a Mahayana-stage follower, she has to be mindful of his feelings and act accordingly.
The furnace on the platform turned its gaze toward Fang Ruotang.
Fang Ruotang turned her face away and didn't even glance at him, making him give her a flirtatious look.
"See? I'm still the best! I stunned everyone with just one move." Fang Ruotang proudly boasted to Gu Yanjin and the other six.
Except for Ye Wuxia and Huo Zhige, who were poor in their childhood, the other six were all wealthy. In their eyes, anything that could be solved with money was not a problem.
From Dayong to the Cloud Deep Continent, it was just a change of currency system.
On the contrary, Ancestor Yan Yun said with great distress, "What a waste! Sect Master, I don't even have 20,000 high-grade spirit stones, and you just gave them to this pretty boy."
Fang Ruotang glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but roll her eyes wildly.
It makes me angry just thinking about it. This Old Ancestor Yan Yun is so poor that she couldn't even find anything good in him after she emptied her pockets.
The only thing she liked was his sword, but Ancestor Yan Yun was a sword cultivator. Taking away his sword would be tantamount to taking his life.
"You have the nerve to say that? Hurry up and pry off all those fancy jewels off your sword."
Ancestor Yan Yun immediately shut his mouth, and dared not let his sword appear under Fang Ruotang's nose, for fear that she would snatch it.
"Twenty thousand and one."
Upon hearing this voice, Ancestor Yan Yun felt as if he had heard heavenly music and immediately said to Fang Ruotang, "Sect Master, someone has raised the price."
Fang Ruotang rolled her eyes at him; she wasn't deaf.
Not only that, but by listening to the surrounding sounds, they also found out who was raising the price.
Thirty thousand.
Fang Ruotang raised the price again, drawing gasps from the crowd. Even those who had just called her a country bumpkin were now staring at her in astonishment.
When Fang Ruotang looked at him, he immediately looked away.
The cultivation levels of this group were completely undetectable. Initially, they were thought to be insignificant characters, but now it seems that those who could take out 30,000 high-grade spirit stones without batting an eye were probably hiding their cultivation levels.
Su Qingluo followed closely behind.
Thirty thousand and one.
Fang Ruotang looked curiously at the VIP room upstairs. From her angle, she couldn't see anything, but she muttered to herself, a little puzzled.
"Is she deliberately humiliating me by adding a spirit stone every time?"
"Yes! But she wants to humiliate the people in the stands."
Fang Ruotang glanced at the person in the stands again. He looked nonchalant, playing with his nails as if everything around him was irrelevant.
At that moment, a sound came from the VIP room.
"May I ask which esteemed senior graces me with their presence? I am Su Qingluo from Luoyan City. This man is a fugitive from my Su family. Would you be so kind as to grant my Su family this favor?"
The final item in the auction had a starting price of 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, but Fang Ruotang immediately bid 20,000, which completely drowned out the jeering noises.
Moreover, she immediately followed up with a bid of 30,000, which shows how wealthy and powerful she is. She couldn't possibly be a nobody who has just started out.
"Elder Du Zhong of Tianyi Sect, it's a pleasure to meet you. We can yield to everything else, but the Micro Dust Flower is something our Tianyi Sect is determined to obtain."
Among the group, Ancestor Yan Yun had the highest cultivation level, but he had been in seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years, and his reputation had long since faded. Even his sect was no longer under his control, let alone anything else.
The Murong family was originally a reclusive family, and he was similar to the Yan Yun patriarch; neither of them were the kind of family that was well-known.
Du Zhong was the only one. He was originally the master of Medicine King Valley. Anyone in the martial arts world who had even a slight reputation knew his name, even if they had never dealt with him.
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