In order to protect him, the old doctor exhausted his soul power and fell into a deep sleep.
With the time to ascend to the Yunlan Sect drawing ever closer, he desperately needs medicine that can restore his soul power.
Upon arriving at the auction house, the two went inside.
Before Xiao Yan could even search, he spotted a familiar figure.
"Sister Yafei."
Xiao Yan was greatly surprised.
Upon hearing the voice, Ya Fei, dressed in a red dress, turned around. When she saw Xiao Yan's face, a smile immediately appeared on her lips.
Just as I was about to call out his name, the latter quickly made a gesture to stop me.
In the blink of an eye.
The three of them sat in a luxurious private box at the auction house.
Xiao Yan sipped the hot tea served by the maid, looked around, and his gaze fell on the back of the luxurious table. "Sister Ya Fei, you've improved so quickly. It's only been a short time since I left Wutan City, and you've already become the manager of the Imperial Capital Mittel Auction House."
"It was just good luck. I happened to meet a benefactor who helped me take over the auction house."
Ya Fei smiled faintly.
Who can interfere with the operation of the Mittel family auction house?
Hai Bodong paused, as if he had just realized something, and stared at Ya Fei, "Little girl, the person you're talking about wouldn't happen to be the Gun King Nie Yuan, would it?"
"Old gentleman, you also know Gun King?"
Ya Fei was somewhat surprised, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of seriousness as she quietly observed the old man beside Xiao Yan.
She hadn't really paid much attention to this old man before.
Hai Bodong snorted, "Don't let me run into him!"
Are the two enemies?
A sense of vigilance rose in Ya Fei's heart. She silently memorized the old man's appearance, intending to find an opportunity to tell Nie Yuan about it.
I wonder if that guy is still in the Yunlan Sect. He stole my first kiss and left the capital. He didn't even come to see me when he came back.
Xiao Yan asked, "Sister Ya Fei, does the auction house have anything that can restore soul power?"
Anything that involves the soul is generally considered a rare or unusual object.
Ya Fei wasn't quite sure either. "Wait a minute, let me check."
Getting up from her seat, Yafei walked to a bookshelf on the side, rummaged around for a while, and then picked up a thick book.
"Boy, write down all the ingredients you need for the Purple Spirit Recovery Pill you mentioned before, and have this girl send someone to fetch them."
Hai Bo turned his head away.
Sensing the gaze, Xiao Yan brushed his fingers across his storage ring and took out a prescription. "These are the ingredients, but I might not have that much money. My most important task right now is to restore my soul power."
Hai Bodong frowned after taking it, "It's really not easy to get a little advantage from you."
He looked up at Ya Fei, who was practically engrossed in the book, and said, "Girl, have someone fetch these medicinal herbs."
"What?"
Ya Fei looked at it with a puzzled expression, then took the paper, glanced at it, and looked at the old man. "These are not cheap. Some of them don't seem to be available at auctions."
"What's going on? What has that good-for-nothing Mittel Tengshan been doing all these years? He has nothing at the auction house, so what business is he doing?"
Hai Bodong couldn't help but complain.
Ya Fei stared blankly for a moment. Just who was this old man?
"Never mind, just have them bring me what they have first."
Hai Bodong instructed, "As for money, the Mittel family probably hasn't even been born yet if they dare to ask me, Hai Bodong, for money."
Ya Fei secretly glanced at Xiao Yan.
The latter opened and closed his mouth silently, uttering two words.
A Battle Emperor?
After understanding the meaning, Ya Fei became even more curious about the relationship between the old man and Nie Yuan. If they were enemies, she had to inform Nie Yuan to prepare in advance.
After noting down the name "Hai Bodong," Ya Fei ordered someone to fetch medicinal herbs and continued searching the warehouse for herbs related to soul restoration.
After a long pause, Ya Fei looked at Xiao Yan apologetically, "I'm sorry, there haven't been any soul-related items in the auction house's inventory for the past year."
A look of disappointment flashed across Xiao Yan's face.
"However, I think I heard about a place that has it before, it just depends on whether you want to go."
Ya Fei hesitated for a moment. Xiao Yan's eyes immediately lit up with hope, "Sister Ya Fei, where are you?"
"The Nalan family."
Seeing Xiao Yan's brow twitch, Ya Fei continued, "They have a plant called Seven Illusion Azure Spirit Saliva, whose roots can be refined into a liquid that helps restore the soul."
"Kid, you don't have a conflict with Nalan Yanran, do you?"
Hai Bodong keenly sensed that Xiao Yan's emotions fluctuated greatly when Ya Fei mentioned the Nalan family.
Xiao Yan turned to look at Hai Bodong, "Elder Hai, could you..."
"You want me to rob it? Do you think I'm stupid? The Nalan family is a family on par with the Mittel family. I can let the Mo family go, but I don't want to cause trouble for the Nalan family."
Hai Bodong waved his hand.
Being flatly rejected, Xiao Yan had a headache. If his teacher hadn't fallen asleep, he would still have a chance. But now, with his current strength, he would probably be discovered before he even got close enough to infiltrate the area.
Ya Fei chuckled and said, "Brother Xiao Yan, I didn't say you should resolve this with force. As far as I know, Nalan Jie of the Nalan family is suffering from a branding poison and has been seeking treatment for years. You are an alchemist, so you can give it a try."
Fair trade has always been a principle employed by alchemists.
Xiao Yan frowned and slowly tapped his fingers on the table.
"In addition, Nalan Jie seems to be unaware of that incident back then, and he later threw Nalan Yanran out of the house several times in a fit of rage because of it."
Ya Fei looked at him.
...
Nalan Su sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a pang of heartache as he looked at his father, who was covered in sweat.
At this moment, Nalan Jie slowly woke up.
"Father, how are you feeling?"
Nalan Su carefully helped him up and lean him against the headboard.
Perhaps exhausted from the fire, Nalan Jie finally managed to open his eyes after some effort. "Was it Gun King Nie Yuan who came earlier?"
He vaguely heard a voice, but wasn't sure.
Nalan Su nodded. "Sect Leader Nie has a strange fire, and Yanran specially invited him to treat you. Sect Leader Nie said earlier that he had brought your condition under control. Do you feel any better?"
Nalan Jie remained silent, seemingly sensing the condition within his body. After a while, he slowly said, "It seems to be a little better than before, but the branding poison is still there."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Su was taken aback.
He was scammed? But Nie Yuan didn't ask the Nalan family for anything.
"Sect Leader Nie meant well after all."
Nalan Jie was quite open-minded. In his opinion, alchemists were better at detoxification, but since Nie Yuan was willing to help without asking for anything, there was nothing to say.
"We may need to observe for a while longer."
Nalan Su recalled Nie Yuan's words from before.
Compared to his previous coma, Nalan Jie is quite satisfied that he has regained consciousness.
At this moment, the steward hurriedly walked in from outside the door, "Clan leader, sir."
"What's up?"
Nalan Su asked.
The butler replied, "A young man who claims to be an alchemist came to the door, saying he is confident he can cure the master's poison."
"No need, just send him away."
Nalan Su's first thought was of the alchemists who had come from far and wide because of his reputation.
The steward remained standing, then added, "Clan leader, that person possesses a strange fire."
"What? Say it again."
Nalan Su was taken aback.
"He possesses a unique fire."
The butler repeated.
Nalan Su looked at his father, who looked thoughtful. "Then let him in."