Chapter 97 A High-Level Cultivator Like Me
He would remember anyone who brought an animal into the attic, but the cat seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, probably by accident.
He didn't want to get involved in these matters. The black market was full of people with mysterious identities like this. If he wanted to keep his head, he should ask as few questions as possible and mind his own business.
After receiving the manager's reply, the man's gaze turned to the cat like a blade, his tone full of determination, "Yan Yan, you can use this time to think carefully about what style you need."
The little girl's smile was like a bright little sun, and she nodded emphatically.
The man reached out to the white cat, but the cat was still licking its paws on the wooden board, looking bewildered and unaware of what awaited it next.
Mu Jianjian, standing to the side, frowned slightly.
She shouldn't interfere.
But the next second, a slender figure blocked the white cat's path. "Stop."
The white cat's eyes, which had been upright like purple diamonds, suddenly became round, and its slightly raised tail drooped and began to wag casually.
Meow~
The cat opened its mouth wide, meowing lazily and casually, placed its paws on the wooden board, and then lay down again.
Mu Jianjian's heart softened when she heard the cat meowing behind her.
She didn't want to get involved, but it was meowing at her!
"Is this your cat?" the man asked impatiently, glancing up at him.
Mu Jianjian stood her ground, her tone calm, "Yes."
She knew very well that she would be boarding a ship to Yingzhou tomorrow, and it would be foolish to cause trouble in the black market now.
But she can't just stand by and do nothing.
The man wasn't stupid, but he didn't want to expose him. He glanced at the trembling steward beside him and asked, "How many spirit stones?"
Is this person treating her like someone trying to take advantage of her?
I wonder what their identity is that makes them so arrogant.
"Not for sale," Mu Jianjian said calmly, feeling the cat's fluffy tail brush against her neck, causing a slight itch.
"You should be more sensible and not eat so rudely," the man said, enunciating each word clearly.
Sensing the condensed qi emanating from the man, Mu Jianjian naively stated the reality, "Martial arts are prohibited in the auction house."
To be so arrogant with such a low cultivation level means either someone is brainless or has a powerful backer.
This is much more troublesome than dealing with someone with higher cultivation levels.
The white cat blinked on the high-rise platform and stretched out its front paws to step on the girl's arm.
Looking at the cat's pink paw pads, Mu Jianjian's heart melted.
"Fighting is prohibited in the auction hall, but it's not allowed outside the auction hall."
The man's threatening tone seemed to make the little girl nervous. "Brother! Yan Yan wants its eyes! Yan Yan wants them!"
Afraid of not getting what she wanted, the little girl eagerly tugged at the man's clothes.
"Yan Yan, be good. I'll get you whatever you want." Seemingly trying to comfort the girl, the man looked at Mu Jianjian again. "Ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones."
Does she look that short of money?
Mu Jianjian tilted her head, indicating that she did not understand.
At this moment, the white cat had already stepped onto its little paws and fallen into her arms, its fluffy tail swaying and wrapping around her wrist, making low "woofing" sounds.
At this moment, the other people in the corridor had already cast curious glances at the commotion, and when they heard that the man was willing to offer 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, they showed expressions of envy.
Ten thousand medium-grade spirit stones!
Such a high price is enough to compete for a top-grade magic artifact at an auction house, but now you're spending so much money to buy a cat?
Many people wish they were Mu Jianjian, who had just intervened on the sidelines, so they could make a fortune without doing anything.
"Not for sale." The girl's voice startled the onlookers.
Looking at the girl dressed in ordinary white cloth robes, he felt that she was ungrateful.
At the same time, some people admired the girl's perseverance.
"I can give you whatever you want, it's nothing more than magical artifacts and pills." The man said to Mu Jianjian while comforting the girl who was about to cry, his manner as if he were giving alms.
But no one noticed that behind the man's sleeve, a black insect the size of a fingernail was slowly falling from his hand and crawling little by little along the gap toward where Mu Jianjian was standing.
The black insect grew smaller and smaller until it almost blended into the dust in the air.
Mu Jianjian shook her head. She was unwilling to argue. After hugging the white cat tightly, she was about to enter the venue when she heard the man speak behind her.
"Was that your younger brother with you just now?" The man noticed the girl had stopped in her tracks. He glanced at the black insect crawling on the ground and curled his lips. "Judging from his poor appearance as he went to find the auction house manager, he's probably a standing guest who couldn't get a reservation and had to stay on the edge of the venue."
"Standing guests" refers to "non-free persons" who are not eligible to participate in the auction and are merely spectators at the venue. Generally, standing guests exchange their right to enter the venue for serving other guests.
The man smiled smugly. Although he couldn't discern the depth of the girl's cultivation level, he knew that once the black worm crawled into her skin, even a god would find it difficult to save her.
These black insects are very precious. I didn't want to use this trick, but this woman is so ungrateful!
The man took the girl's hand, his words sharp with confidence. But when the girl turned around, her face, veiled, revealed her expression, yet her eyes showed...sympathy?
It wasn't anger or shame, but rather sympathy!
Mu Jianjian expressed her utter speechlessness at what had happened.
Is this because everyone entering the black market auction house is wearing a veil or disguised, and they're starting to do whatever they want and spout nonsense?
He should be so glad that it was her who heard those words and not Linghu Zhuoyu!
She stroked the white cat's fluffy body hard, only to discover that the cat had a red ring bell around its neck under the thick white fur.
However, Mu Jianjian didn't care. She looked up with an ambiguous expression and said, "I noticed I felt much lighter when I went out today. Do you know why?"
"Why?" The man didn't understand.
"Because I forgot to bring the medium-grade spirit stone my brother gave me," Mu Jianjian said sincerely.
"Ha, people like you standing around probably haven't even seen a mid-grade spirit stone before, have you?" the man laughed.
Spirit stones are divided into three grades: low, medium, and high. One thousand low-grade spirit stones are equal to one medium-grade spirit stone, and so on. Most commoners and cultivators use low-grade spirit stones to exchange for daily necessities. Only when trading with talismans and magical artifacts will the quality of the spirit stones be improved.
"My brother only gave me about a hundred high-grade spirit stones to replace the medium-grade spirit stones, which is indeed much lighter." Mu Jianjian's tone was sarcastic, and as she opened her palm, a palm-sized silk bag appeared in the center of her hand.
The bag, made of golden silk, was bulging and even had a faint golden light floating around it, revealing a corner of a flawless white, translucent green spirit stone.
"Ah!" Mu Jianjian seemed to suddenly realize something, and exaggeratedly raised a hand to cover her lips. "But someone like you probably has never even seen a high-grade spirit stone. After all, high-level cultivators like me count spirit stones in units of high grade."
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