C18 Stupid Girl How Could You Buy Me?

"I, from the Longfeng Pavilion, bid 100,000 gold coins!"

"What's Longfeng Pavilion compared to us? My Wild Wolf Gang bids 120,000!"

Wang Feng, perched high in the pavilion, marveled at the scene below. The Ironhide Potion's value had sparked an intense bidding war among the major clans.

"This potion can significantly increase a martial artist's chances of advancing. Whether they are Qi Practitioners or Body Refiners, it's effective. For those in the Blademaster Realm between one star and three stars, the breakthrough success rate exceeds 90%!"

"Is it really that miraculous? Over 90%?"

"That means my wayward son, stuck at the one-star Blademaster level for ages, could finally advance? Ha!"

"I must have this potion!" exclaimed a clan Patriarch with glee.

"It's mine!"

"My bid is 150,000!"

The bids soared ever higher. Among the attendees, Wang Feng recognized a familiar face—Wang Mingzhu.

Glancing over, he saw her seated in the crowd next to Wang Qianxiong.

"Uncle?" Wang Feng exclaimed in surprise.

"What brings him here?"

It was Wang Mingzhu who had brought Wang Qianxiong to the auction.

Wang Mingzhu watched the bidding war unfold with a calm demeanor. When the bid reached 200,000, she lifted her wooden sign and declared, "300,000!"

The room fell into a hushed silence.

The bid of three hundred thousand far exceeded the potion's value, but no one dared to question it, especially not in front of Wang Mingzhu and Wang Qianxiong—the Imperator of the Imperial Capital, a man revered in a world that honored martial prowess above all else.

"One!"

"Two!"

"One!"

With Wicks's countdown, the gavel struck, and the crowd remained silent, not a single voice raised to challenge the fairness of the bid.

"This high-grade Ironhide Potion is awarded to the young lady!"

Wang Qianxiong did not question Wang Mingzhu about her intentions for the potion. He remained silent, trusting in his daughter's judgment.

With a disdainful "Hmph!" a clear warning was sent to the prominent families at the auction house.

"Let's go!" Having secured the Ironhide Potion, Wang Qianxiong and Wang Mingzhu promptly turned to leave.

From the top floor, Wang Feng observed the scene with indifference towards Wang Qianxiong, but he was puzzled by Wang Mingzhu's purchase. She was already at the peak of the Blademaster's six-star level; she had no use for the Ironhide Potion. A sinking feeling told him she might have other plans for it.

He chuckled to himself, realizing he had inadvertently outsmarted one of his own.

Yaji approached, presenting a list to Wang Feng. "Here are the weapons you requested. Everything in the Obsidian Market's inventory is listed."

Wang Feng scrutinized the list before decisively pointing out, "I'll take this three-foot-six-inch Greensteel Blade!"

Yaji laughed. "That's quite the bold request. I'm not sure you can afford it!"

Wang Feng quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? How much? Name your price!"

"You've got a keen eye, Wang Feng," Yaji complimented. "This blade has cost the lives of dozens from the Obsidian Market, unearthed from the tomb of a noble in the Northern Dynasty. It was only after Wicks and several renowned appraisers confirmed its authenticity that we discovered it's a six-star spirit weapon!"

"The price is ten million gold coins!"

Wang Feng nearly leaped in shock. "What? Ten million? You can't be serious!"

Yaji was unfazed. "I'm not joking. This is the Obsidian Market's prized treasure, not something we sell lightly. A spirit weapon of this caliber is worth the price. If you doubt it, feel free to compare with other auction houses."

Wang Feng, conceding, spread his hands. "Alright, I'll take your word for it. But how about this? Instead of cash, I can offer you other pills as payment for the weapon. What do you say?"

"Do you have more pills?" Yaji inquired, intrigued.

"Absolutely! I have more," Wang Feng confirmed, producing a pale blue pill from his sleeve – the Tide Turner Elixir given to him by Lee just days before.

Yaji meticulously examined the small pill before her and passed it to Gu Feng. She admitted to not being well-versed in the realm of pills and knew it was time to summon an expert, Wicks.

Meanwhile, the remaining five sets of Ironhide Potion were fetching increasingly higher prices, nearly hitting 400,000 gold coins each.

Altogether, the sales amounted to two million gold coins. After subtracting the 300,000 gold coins paid upfront, Wang Feng's share was roughly 1.1 million gold coins.

Upon being notified by his assistant, Wicks hurried over and inspected the pill.

"What is this? May I inquire about the nature of this pill?" Wicks asked, barely containing his excitement, his body quivering.

Yaji was taken aback. A pill unknown even to Wicks existed in this world?

"This is the Tide Turner Elixir," she revealed.

"Oh!"

"What a fitting name!"

Yaji leaned in and whispered to Wicks, "It's a three-star Blademaster pill. But its efficacy is exceptional, offering protection for the heart and spirit. It's valued at 100,000 gold coins."

"100,000 gold coins? More costly than the premium Ironhide Potion?" Yaji murmured to Wicks, seeking confirmation.

Wicks nodded subtly in agreement.

Wang Feng proposed, "I'll leave the Greensteel Blade here for the time being. Once I've gathered enough pills of equivalent value, I'll return to trade for it. Does that work for you?"

"Fine by me," Yaji replied. "Collect the necessary pills and come back to the Obsidian Market to exchange them for the Greensteel Blade. I'll hold onto it for you."

Yaji stepped forward and shook hands with Wang Feng. "It's a deal!"

Wang Feng's courtyard remained spotless. Deng Jiu and his daughter, Deng Chanyu, had recently moved into a nearby house.

The September breeze shed the leaves of the courtyard's wutong trees, heralding the deepening autumn and the chill in the air. Wang Feng walked through the blanket of fallen leaves.

"It looks like the courtyard could use some maintenance," he mused.

Turning to Deng Chanyu, Wang Feng inquired, "Is Lee around?"

"Oh, you're looking for Lee? He's in the alchemy chamber, working on new pills."

"Alright, carry on with your tasks. I'm off to check on Old Lee."

Just then, Deng Jiu emerged from Lee's quarters and encountered Wang Feng heading his way.

Deng Jiu greeted him with a bow and clasped hands. "Young Master!"

Wang Feng replied with a chuckle, "Oh, please, no need for such formalities! I've got some business with Old Lee." With that, he proceeded to Lee's room.

At the stroke of noon, Wang Feng and his companions assembled in the courtyard, a feast laid out before them, ready to be enjoyed. Initially, Deng Jiu hesitated, believing it improper for a servant to dine with his master. But Wang Feng insisted, pulling everyone together to share a meal in the cozy courtyard. The sumptuous dishes were all prepared by Deng Chanyu's father, Deng Jiu.

The aroma of the food drifted far and wide, filling the yard with a convivial vibe. For Wang Feng, those who joined him at the table were like family.

Suddenly, Wang Mingzhu, who had just come in search of Wang Feng, caught a whiff of the enticing scent.

"What's that smell? It's absolutely delicious!"

"Brother Wang Feng, are you all having lunch?"