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Qin Yu's tone was not small, her killing intent faint, but Jiaojiao knew this was her typical state—the daily rhythm of preparing to kill.
It meant she had already set the trap.
Once the trap was set, she never missed.
Golden Wall didn't say another word, only quietly prepared to take notes—for someone like a future Big Boss cultivated closely by the Golden House, his role as a supporting NPC naturally required him to act.
He wasn't like Jiaojiao.
But... life was good.
He wanted to see how Qin Yu would outplay and counter-kill in this colossal auction market, a game-board-like urn.
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The auction process was fierce; thirty slim fruits were auctioned off, with the final one fetching a staggering price of a hundred thousand.
The life of the wealthy is something we can't possibly imagine.
Most cultivators were stupefied by these Noble Families' prodigiously wealthy geniuses and masters.
