Chapter 13: The Auction Begins

When the news of a Profound-level martial technique in Yulan City spread, the major and minor forces in the nearby cities could no longer sit still. They all brought large sums of money to Yulan City to participate in this auction.

At the entrance of the Elegant Pavilion Auction House, the courtyard was bustling with people. Everywhere you looked, there were leaders and elders of various forces. Ordinary people could only watch from a distance.

Ouyang Peng had been standing at the entrance waiting. He did not show any favor to the leaders of the forces passing by him. Even when the people from the four major families arrived, he only gave a slight bow.

After a long time, most of the people at the entrance had entered, but he still hadn't seen that figure, and Ouyang Peng's brows furrowed.

"Could it be that he's not coming?"

He felt a bit disappointed.

To avoid running into his family, Feng Hao took a long detour in the city. Just like last time, he wrapped himself in a piece of black cloth and walked out.

"Sir, you've arrived!"

Seeing the black-robed figure, Ouyang Peng came forward with a joyful expression, his voice full of respect.

After reporting everything, the headquarters issued an order to meet all of his needs and to do everything possible to please him!

"Um!"

A hoarse voice came from under the black robe, and he quickly led the way.

The people in the hall who saw this scene were all somewhat surprised, speculating about who this black-robed person might be.

As the head of the Elegant Pavilion Auction House, Ouyang Peng didn't need to flatter anyone, but he was showing such respect to this black-robed person, which left them all shocked.

They made way for the two to enter the inner room, and only then did they start discussing and slowly enter the auction hall.

Although they couldn't guess who it was, they all understood that it must be a very important person.

"Sir, please wait a moment. The auction will start soon."

After Feng Hao sat down, Ouyang Peng stood beside him, speaking respectfully.

His demeanor made Feng Hao very uncomfortable. This person, whom even his father had to flatter, was now treating him with such respect, making him marvel at the great change.

A pharmacist is indeed a good profession!

Under the black robe, Feng Hao's lips curved slightly.

"Even so, I will definitely defeat you with my strength!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and a cold, stern look appeared on his face.

"Sir, is something wrong?"

Sensing the unusual aura, Ouyang Peng's heart tightened.

Could it be that I haven't done enough to please this important person?

"No."

Feng Hao slowly shook his head and continued in a hoarse voice, "By the way, how is the preparation of the medicinal herbs going?"

"Already 130 types of medicinal herbs are being transported here, and the rest are being purchased by all the branches."

Ouyang Peng spoke in detail, constantly observing his mood.

"Thank you for your trouble!"

Feng Hao's voice carried a hint of gratitude, "All the proceeds from today's auction, please exchange them for the same medicinal herbs as last time!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the change in his tone, Ouyang Peng felt relieved.

The auction started soon. Under Ouyang Peng's lead, the two went directly to the front row and sat down.

Those who could sit in the front row were undoubtedly the leaders of major forces like the four major families. Seeing Ouyang Peng's attitude towards the black-robed person, their eyes twitched.

Feng Hao casually scanned the room and saw his father, Feng Chen, sitting in the second row, looking at him. He couldn't help but tighten his black robe, fearing that he would be seen through.

However, soon the lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only a few magic crystals on the auction stage shining brightly. Everyone's attention was on the stage, and Feng Hao let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Clang!..."

With a bell sound, the hall gradually quieted down, and an elderly auctioneer stepped onto the stage.

"Welcome everyone to our auction!"

The old man smiled and said a few polite words, "Now, let's start the auction."

The items were auctioned one by one in order, but the competition was not very intense. Only the minor forces were bidding, while the major forces were conserving their strength.

"The next item is a medicinal herb!"

The old auctioneer pulled back the red cloth on the tray, revealing a red, three-petaled flower.

"Buy it!"

Lao Fen's voice echoed in Feng Hao's mind.

"Huh?"

Feng Hao was slightly stunned because he realized that this medicinal herb was not one of the types recorded in the Divine Farmer's Herbal.

"This is a ten-year-old Pinglian Flower, starting bid is 1,000 gold coins, and each bid must be at least 10 gold coins!"

The old auctioneer called out.

"1,100 gold coins!"

Someone immediately called out.

"1,150 gold coins!"

"2,000 gold coins!"

A hoarse voice came out, not very loud, but it made the bidding stop.

Although Feng Hao didn't know what the Pinglian Flower was used for, since Lao Fen said so, it must have its use.

Ouyang Peng was initially stunned, then nodded to the old auctioneer.

"Very well, then this Pinglian Flower is sold to this gentleman!"

The old auctioneer struck the gavel.

"Thank you!"

"Hehe!"

This was Ouyang Peng's goal. He wanted to make this mysterious pharmacist like him, so he did everything he could to please him.

Just like now, the Pinglian Flower, which was worth at least 5,000 gold coins, would have to be made up for by him later.

And his goal was achieved. Feng Hao indeed developed a good impression of him.

Regardless of his motives, Ouyang Peng was the first person to respect him, and Feng Hao decided that if he ever needed help in the future, he would definitely lend a hand.

The auction continued, and during this time, two more medicinal herbs recorded in the Divine Farmer's Herbal appeared, which Feng Hao bought at very low prices.

Of course, it wasn't that he was greedy for small gains, but rather that he couldn't afford to be generous at the moment.

"Gentlemen, the next item is the last one of this auction!"

The old auctioneer picked up the scroll on the tray.

"Profound-level martial technique, Liao Sha Palm!"

His voice was also excited, almost shouting.

"Starting bid is 30,000 gold coins, and each bid must be at least 1,000 gold coins!"

"40,000 gold coins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Shuo, sitting in the front row, called out the price.

With a daughter who was a special attribute martial artist, the rise of the Wan family was certain. However, they were extremely lacking in secret manuals, so he was determined to get this Profound-level martial technique!

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