"'Poor b*****d'?" Nangong Qi's mouth curved into a cold, sharp smile. "It's not certain who's poor."
By now, he was practically certain that Xue Yunqi had come to challenge him.
"Three hundred and one thousand high-grade spirit stones."
Nangong Qi tentatively raised the bid by ten thousand.
"Four hundred thousand." Xue Yunqi's voice was calm, almost emotionless.
"Four hundred and ten thousand." Nangong Qi frowned and added another bid.
"Five hundred thousand."
"Five hundred and ten thousand!"
…
As the two continued raising the price, the elixir's cost quickly exceeded one million high-grade spirit stones.
The cultivators in the hall began to realize something was off.
Before, Nangong Qi had spent ten million spirit stones to reclaim his dignity. Now, what he and Xue Yunqi were fighting for was likely a true treasure.
Others joined the bidding, and the price of the enhanced pill skyrocketed.
In his private box, Chen Xiao watched with delight.
The more people fought over it, the higher the price climbed. Eventually, the pill would fall into Nangong Qi's hands.
Who had made him the richest?
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Finally, the price hit one hundred million high-grade spirit stones.
The entire Yubaozhai auction hall fell into stunned silence.
Nangong Qi sat upright, staring coldly at Xue Yunqi's box. "Poor b*****d."
Xue Yunqi froze, muttering unwillingly, "Alright… this young master admits you are rich." He relented.
Everyone had known Nangong Qi was wealthy, but no one expected such extreme riches—120 million high-grade spirit stones in less than two days.
And what kind of pill was worth this? The "Superior Spirit-Tempering Pill," enhanced with powerful ingredients. The auction director personally delivered it to Nangong Qi's box.
Holding the pill, Nangong Qi finally exhaled. This was an innate anti-spiritual elixir, peerless and capable of forging immortal spiritual roots. Cost? Irrelevant. Even a billion spirit stones wouldn't stop him.
Although he failed to plunder Chen Xiao's destiny, future opportunities remained.
This pill wasn't just valuable—it was inextricably linked to the super-grade immortal artifact, the Daluo Sword Cauldron, on Yuxia Mountain outside Aurora City. Using the pill to forge an immortal spiritual root would earn recognition from the Daluo Sword Cauldron.
While accepting it, Nangong Qi handed a storage ring containing 100 million high-grade spirit stones to the Yubaozhai manager. The transaction was complete.
"Young Marquis," the manager said, smiling. "Today you spent 110 million high-grade spirit stones and have become our most distinguished guest. This token represents your status."
"Can this token be given to someone else?" Nangong Qi asked casually.
The manager blinked, then nodded. "It hasn't yet been recognized by the owner. Once recognized, it cannot be transferred."
Clear enough: Yubaozhai recognizes tokens, not people.
Nangong Qi handed it to the gray-clothed woman. "This seal is for Miss Mo Xue."
Mo Xue, a top alchemist, stunned, took the token and refined it on the spot. Nangong Qi smiled.
The auction continued, but Nangong Qi didn't care. His focus was clear: Xiantian Anti-Spirit Pill and Seven-Colored Heavenly Mysterious Grass.
The pill had been misidentified as a top-grade Spirit-Tempering Pill—not too precious, not worthless. If Chen Xiao hadn't intervened with the two photo stones, this would have been the auction's first item.
The Seven-Colored Heavenly Mysterious Grass, extremely rare, was the finale item. In the original plot, Chen Xiao used it to gain Mo Xue's favor for a century of elixir-making. Nangong Qi wanted more than that.
First, he had to refine the Xiantian Anti-Spirit Pill. Following the system's instructions, he broke the pill's seal. A faint blue halo appeared, and the aura of the pill remained contained.
[System scanning]
[Confirmed: Immortal Elixir, Xiantian Anti-Spirit Pill]
[Non-toxic]
[Medicinal properties intact]
[Safe for host consumption]
Nangong Qi's eyes lit up.
Mo Xue frowned, about to intervene, but Nangong Qi swallowed the pill immediately. She had no choice but to step aside.
In Aurora City, the safest place was a private room in Yubaozhai. Each room was protected by a powerful formation, ensuring privacy.
Recasting spiritual roots didn't take long. In the original plot, Chen Xiao only needed half an hour. The auction was only halfway through.
Nangong Qi sat down boldly, letting the Xiantian Anti-Spirit Pill's power flow through him. A stream of icy air coursed through his body.
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Meanwhile, Chen Xiao's eyes never left Nangong Qi's box.
"Master, what I did to that pill… the system won't detect it, right?" Chen Xiao's voice carried a hint of anxiety.
Yun Ranran's calm, confident reply came: "Don't worry, apprentice brother! With me covering you, the villain system will never detect it!"
Earlier, when Chen Xiao soaked the pill in the Three Yin Divine Water, Yun Ranran had used the power of Heaven to deceive the system.
The villain system had not plundered much destiny yet; many features remained locked. The methods of Heaven were undetectable.
Chen Xiao relaxed.
Yun Ranran smirked. "One drop of Three Yin Divine Water can give a cultivator diarrhea for three days. Imagine a whole bottle…"
Heaven Dao and Small Heavenly Dao laughed wickedly together.
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The auction continued. Suddenly…
A strange voice echoed from Nangong Qi's box, booming across the venue:
Puff——~——~~~~~
All eyes turned.
Then: Boom—Rumble—Boom boom boom…
Accompanied by a foul odor.
"What's that sound?" people asked, covering their noses.
"Fart?"
"No, fart doesn't sound like water…"
"No… could it be… poop?"
Inside the box, Nangong Qi's face went pale. The seat beneath him had exploded into debris.
He fell, then was blown back by the jet. His body, the floor… gray-yellow liquid sprayed everywhere.
Mo Xue, prepared, quickly used protective energy to shield herself. Otherwise…
"How… how could this be?" Nangong Qi's lips trembled.
His stomach churned, expelling grayish-yellow liquid in fountain-like jets.
He tried to suppress it—but it was impossible.
[System]
[Power of Xiantian Anti-Spirit Pill rebuilding host's spiritual roots]
[In half an hour, fire-attribute spiritual root will recast into water-attribute immortal spiritual root]
[No signs of poisoning detected]
"Water-attribute immortal spiritual root!?" Nangong Qi screamed.
Immortal roots shouldn't have attributes—or if they do, all attributes! Yet his top-grade fire spiritual root had become a single water attribute, undoing his fire-based skills.
Puff—
Sanity and perseverance drained. The gray-yellow liquid sprayed, flooding the box.
Mo Xue could no longer stand it—she opened the formation and rushed out.
An even stronger stench burst forth.
The entire auction hall was engulfed in a sea of stench.
"The next auction item… ugh…" The red-robed auctioneer gagged.
Everyone finally saw the proud, arrogant Young Marquis of Tianyang—lying on the ground as a human-shaped fountain, continuously spewing indescribable things.