Chapter 120: You Can't Handle It Yet
Ye Fei picked up the plaque: "Five hundred and fifty thousand gold coins."
Ye Ning calmly raised the price again: "Five hundred and sixty thousand gold coins!"
"Five hundred and eighty thousand gold coins!"
"Five hundred and ninety thousand gold coins!"
At that moment, Ye Fei's expression turned completely cold.
"Honorable guest on the third floor, now it's just the two of us competing for this Cloud-Vast Spirit Flower, but the highest bidder wins first. I hope you won't be angry that I'm raising the price like this?"
Ye Ning's voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, drifted over, and the others began to murmur amongst themselves.
These people on the second floor are incredibly bold, daring to challenge the guests on the third floor like this!
If it were any of the other people, they wouldn't dare to argue like that even if they had a hundred lives...
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, then a cold voice came from the private room on the third floor: "That's right, the highest bidder wins. Everyone is qualified to bid against me at this auction, but you are the only one who is not worthy."
Ye Ning's face turned pale instantly!
What does this mean... this person knows who she is?!
In this Wugui Pavilion, apart from the first floor, the private rooms on the second and third floors are all equipped with gauze curtains. It would probably be difficult to see the people inside through the gauze curtains!
A chill crept up Ye Ning's spine. She seemed to sense that a pair of eyes, gleaming with bloodlust and danger, were watching her from the shadows!
Ye Jingyao was also startled by these words. He subconsciously looked at the private room on the third floor, but unfortunately, there was a gauze curtain blocking his view, and he could not see the person standing behind the curtain at all.
Ye Fei continued to bid: "Six hundred thousand gold coins."
Just as Ye Ning was about to continue bidding, Ye Jingyao stopped her in time: "Never mind, Ning'er!"
"Father..."
Ye Ning felt wronged, but when she met Ye Jingyao's eyes, which were flashing with a cold light, she had no choice but to suppress her complicated feelings.
"Anyone who can ascend to the third floor of the Wugui Pavilion must be of extremely noble status. The power within this private room is probably even stronger than that of my Ye clan."
Ye Jingyao offered a reassuring remark, then raised his hand and bowed towards the private room on the third floor: "I am very sorry, it was my daughter's rudeness. I'm afraid such a precious herb is beyond our reach. We will not interfere further, please make yourself at home."
"Who do we have here? It's the famous head of the Ye family."
Ye Fei languidly crossed her legs and leaned against a soft pillow, one hand supporting her chin, her voice clear and cold: "The Cloud-Vast Spirit Flower is a proud creature. Patriarch Ye has indeed given birth to a fine daughter, who even knows the true use of the Cloud-Vast Spirit Flower."
"It's a pity that even the best immortal herb must be matched with the right person. Your Ye family... is not yet able to handle the Cloud Misty Spirit Flower."
The words, tinged with sarcasm, reached Ye Jingyao's ears, and he was horrified. The people in these private rooms on the third floor really knew they were from the Ye family!
But... who exactly is it?
Who on earth has such ability?!
Upon hearing this, the scene erupted in uproar once again—it turned out that the family that dared to challenge the private rooms on the third floor was the Ye family, one of the eight great families!
Ye Fei didn't need to guess to know that Ye Jingyao's expression must be one of shock and fear.
She chuckled and waved her hand lazily: "Deacon of Shadows, you can announce the results now."
Zhu Ying narrowed her eyes slightly as she saw the slender wrist faintly visible behind the gauze curtain, then announced, "Six hundred thousand gold coins for the first time! Six hundred thousand gold coins for the second time! Six hundred thousand gold coins for the third time!"
"Sold! Congratulations to our distinguished guest in the private room on the third floor for winning the second item of this auction, the Cloud-Vast Spirit Flower!"
Ye Fei sighed, "Six hundred thousand gold coins..."
It's all that Ye Ning's fault. If she hadn't suddenly appeared and raised the price, we could have won the bid for this Cloud-Vast Spirit Flower for 510,000 gold coins.
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