"My name is Leng Qingjue." The young man took out a pill and smiled, "What I'm selling today is an advancement pill that I made myself. It can help you advance directly from a minor star level to a major star level."
Someone else scoffed, "Advanced pills are incredibly precious; how could a child like you produce one?"
Xuan Yuanfei, who was upstairs, glanced at the notary in the auction house downstairs. The notary quickly stepped forward and said, "Young Master Leng's pill has been appraised. It is indeed an advancement pill."
These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd. For many people with ordinary talent, reaching the Lesser Star Rank in martial arts is the limit of their life's work, and breaking through to the Greater Star Rank is something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Leng Qingjue raised an eyebrow and smiled, "This advancement pill starts at 100,000 taels of gold."
This is an astronomical figure.
But people were still bidding. In the end, the advancement pill was sold for 200,000 taels of gold. Leng Qingjue left a message saying, "Remember to exchange it for silver notes for me." Then she carried the fox back upstairs and walked to Xuan Yuanfei's side.
Wang Ci sneered, "Your Highness, you certainly have a fine daughter."
Xia Chao looked at Feng Guang, who was lying in Wang Ci's arms with a pale face, and said softly, "I only have one daughter."
Wang Ci gave another mocking snort and remained silent.
Neither the couple cared about why Xia Wuyuan had suddenly become so powerful from being a fool. They shared a fear of what to do: if they didn't find suitable medicine or someone to cure Feng Guang at today's auction, what would become of him...?
Wang Ci hugged Feng Guang tightly, not daring to think any further.
Just then, an old man walked to the center of the field. In his hand was only a small flowerpot, and inside was only a single seed.
The old man was very old and frail. He hunched over and said, "A long time ago, I was entrusted by someone to auction off only one item here today."
The phrase "a long time ago" already made his words mysterious and unpredictable.
The old man continued in a hoarse voice, "This seed is formed from the spiritual energy gathered in the veins of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Poisons. In ancient books, it is called the Willow of Immortality. The book records that once it grows, it will not only have the effect of gathering spiritual energy, but also protect people's lives with peace and safety, free from illness and disaster, by absorbing its spiritual energy."
A life free from illness and disaster holds no appeal for those who crave power.
Leng Qingjue asked Xuan Yuanfei curiously, "Is this seed really that magical?"
"It is said that the earth veins of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Poisons will only produce one seed every thousand years, and it is in a place that others cannot find. The Willow of Immortality does have such a miraculous effect, but I don't know why this old man has it?" Xuan Yuanfei couldn't understand and frowned.
Leng Qingjue's eyes lit up. "Since it's really that amazing, it must be a good medicinal herb."
“If Qingjue wants it, then I will bid for it for you.” Xuan Yuanfei raised an eyebrow and, without waiting for the old man to name a price, said directly, “One hundred thousand taels of silver.”
This is a fair price, because although the Longevity Willow can protect one's health, it is ultimately of no benefit to martial arts, and no one would ask for too high a price.
But Xuan Yuanfei miscalculated. A steady and powerful voice came from room number thirteen, "Two hundred thousand taels."
Xuanyuan Fei smiled, "Three hundred thousand."
"Four hundred thousand."
"Five hundred thousand."
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