Chapter 10: The Elegant Auction House

Chapter 10: The Elegant Auction House

"Bang!"

Two fists collided under everyone's watchful eyes, producing a crisp sound.

"Thud... thud... thud..."

Feng Hao took three steps back, but Yang Kui, a fourth-rank warrior, retreated five or six large steps, his face turning bright red.

At the age of eighteen, a fourth-rank warrior, he had been defeated by a mediocre talent!

"Damn it!"

Yang Kui no longer felt the intense pain in his fists; at this moment, he was more filled with shame and anger.

If he were to lose to this mediocre talent, he would never be able to hold his head high again.

"Die!"

His handsome face was now somewhat distorted as he gathered all his strength and lunged at Feng Hao.

"Stop!"

A cold, clear voice rang out, and Yang Kui was directly knocked over by a gust of wind, falling to the ground, his luxurious clothes covered in dust and mud.

It turned out that someone had informed Feng Chen, who had rushed over.

The four guards of the Yang family protected Yang Kui behind them, nervously watching this formidable figure in Yulan City.

"Father!"

Seeing Feng Chen, Feng Hao felt a sense of relief.

"Let's go!"

Feng Chen didn't say anything, just gave Yang Kui a cold glance, and led Feng Hao out.

"Feng Hao!"

Hearing the call, Feng Hao turned his head.

"In the new blood competition of the four clans in half a month, I will make you kneel!"

Standing behind the four guards, Yang Kui glared at Feng Hao, his words filled with hostility.

"Is that so?"

Feng Hao slightly raised the corners of his mouth, ignored him, and turned to leave.

Clearly, the initial fourth-rank warrior Yang Kui was no longer in Feng Hao's eyes, for in terms of strength control, Feng Hao was several times stronger.

When the gap is not significant, having only brute strength is not enough.

Moreover, in half a month, Feng Hao was absolutely confident he could break through to the fourth-rank warrior!

Returning to the courtyard, Feng Hao did not practice the Tiger Movement Technique but instead went directly into his room.

Closing the door and getting on the bed, he took out the spirit medicines he had bought.

"Master!"

He called out softly to the ring.

"What?"

Feng Lao's voice came from the ring, sounding somewhat impatient.

"I've bought the spirit medicines, how should I use them?"

Feng Hao asked weakly.

"Oh, just eat them."

"Eat? But..."

"The medicine will absorb itself!"

Feng Lao naturally knew what he wanted to ask.

"Oh."

Responding, Feng Hao picked up a Clear Spirit Grass, hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, and stuffed the entire spirit medicine into his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it.

A cool sensation flowed down his throat into his body. In a daze, Feng Hao saw the Divine Farmer's Medicine Canon in his body slowly open and emit a gentle attraction, drawing the medicinal properties over. Then, a barely visible green mist-like aura swirled around the Medicine Canon.

"Is that all?"

Feng Hao's mouth twitched, and without hesitation, he chewed up and swallowed the remaining two Clear Spirit Grasses and two Fire Cloud Vines.

Then, several more streams of aura swirled around the Medicine Canon.

"Is this useful?"

Feng Hao couldn't help but doubt, his gaze turning to the ring on his hand.

"Try it and you'll know!"

Feng Lao said irritably.

"Oh!"

Feng Hao wasn't stupid, so he jumped off the bed, opened the door, and went out into the courtyard.

"Huff... huff..."

He began practicing the Tiger Movement Technique skillfully, and soon, sweat was pouring down his face.

"Twenty-nine, thirty..."

Struggling to complete thirty repetitions, he felt utterly exhausted and fell to the ground.

"Try it!"

With a thought, the aura swirling around the Divine Farmer's Medicine Canon began to move. As the aura slowly dissipated, Feng Hao felt a cool sensation flow through his body, and instantly, he was filled with strength.

"It really works!"

He was delighted, pushed himself up with his hands, and began practicing again.

However, his joy was short-lived. Feng Hao soon realized that the aura around the Medicine Canon was gone, and the Medicine Canon had closed.

"Can't be! I only recovered twice!"

Lying on the ground, Feng Hao's face was a picture of despair. He truly felt like crying, as all his savings of over ten years had been used up in just two recoveries.

Money! For the first time in his life, he was worried about money.

If he had money, enough spirit medicines, he could practice without end, and imagine how fast he would progress.

"Where can I get money?"

Feng Hao scratched his head hard, completely clueless about how to make money.

"Master!"

Having no choice, he could only seek help from Feng Lao.

"What now?"

Clearly, Feng Lao was not in a good mood, as he had been disturbed again.

"Uh... I have no money to buy medicine."

Feng Hao said weakly.

"No money?"

Feng Lao was clearly taken aback, "No money, why are you asking me?"

"Uh..."

He remained silent for a moment.

"Also, for a family like yours, it's impossible to support a medicine addict like you."

Feng Lao also thought about Feng Hao's current situation.

"Take it, go and exchange it!"

Three scrolls fell out of the ring.

"Oh."

Feng Hao picked them up.

The first scroll was a low-rank Mystic-level martial technique, the Sand Swirl Palm. The second was a low-rank Mystic-level martial technique, the Earth Shaking Fist. The third was a high-rank Yellow-level secret, the Cloud Movement Technique.

Seeing this, Feng Hao had only one thought.

Money is coming!

If these things were put up for auction, the four major families would go crazy.

Just a little recovered, he ran out of the Feng residence like a madman, heading toward the Elegant Auction House in the center of the city.

On the way, he passed by a cloth shop, bought a piece of black cloth, and made a simple hood to cover himself. After doing this, he calmly entered the Elegant Auction House.

Feng Hao had been there with Feng Chen before and knew the rules, so as soon as he entered, he headed straight for the service counter.

"May I help you?"

The beautiful attendant asked sweetly.

Although Feng Hao was dressed strangely, the attendant with excellent service attitude did not ignore him.

"I want to auction something!"

Feng Hao deliberately made his voice extremely hoarse and spoke slowly.

"What do you want to auction?"

The attendant asked as usual.

"This!"

Pushing his hand forward, Feng Hao placed the Sand Swirl Palm scroll on the counter.

"Heaven! A Mystic-level martial technique!"

As soon as she saw the words on the scroll, the attendant exclaimed, then quickly covered her mouth.

However, the words "Mystic-level martial technique" drew the attention of dozens of people in the hall.

"Mystic-level martial technique?"

They all looked at the scroll in the attendant's hand, their eyes gleaming.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The attendant apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay!"

This, on the contrary, increased the publicity. Feng Hao naturally wasn't angry.

"Thank you for your understanding, please follow me."

Saying this, she led Feng Hao to the inner hall.