Chapter 1355 - 701: Did You Get It? (2)

The auction house was in an uproar. A Fourth Grade Breaking Realm Pill was already a rare treasure in the Cultivation World!

"Brother!"

Mu Xi, sitting beside Mu Feng, hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, her pale face full of anxiety.

"Don’t bid any more, this Spirit Grass isn’t worth that price..."

Mu Feng turned to look at his sister, the anger in his eyes instantly softening into gentleness.

Mu Xi’s face was even paler than a few days ago, and her once lively eyes had lost their sparkle, only showing an abnormal flush when she coughed occasionally.

"It’s worth it."

Mu Feng said softly, reaching out to stroke his sister’s hair.

"As long as it can cure your illness, anything is worth it."

Tears welled up in Mu Xi’s eyes.

"But you’re trying to reach the Taichu Realm..."

"The realm can be cultivated again, but I only have one sister."

Mu Feng interrupted her, his tone allowing no argument.

In the private booth on the second floor, Young Master Qin squinted his eyes, his gaze scanning back and forth between the Mu siblings.

Beside him, an elderly man in gray whispered.

"Young master, four Fourth Grade Breaking Realm Pills have already exceeded the value of this Spirit Grass. Shall we..."

Young Master Qin raised a hand to stop the elder from speaking further, a cold smile on his lips.

"No hurry, let’s watch a bit more. I want to see how much Mu Feng is willing to sacrifice for his sister."

The auctioneer was so excited that their voice trembled.

"Four Fourth Grade Breaking Realm Pills! Is there a higher bid?"

The room was silent, everyone stunned by Mu Feng’s grand gesture. Just as the auctioneer was about to drop the gavel, Young Master Qin’s voice rang out again.

"Hold on."

Mu Feng’s heart sank suddenly.

Young Master Qin slowly stood up, looking down at Mu Feng.

"Brother Mu Feng is indeed magnanimous. But..."

He deliberately drew out his words.

"I’ve recently taken an interest in Alchemy. This Spirit Grass could serve as practice.

So, four Fourth Grade Breaking Realm Pills, plus... ten High-grade Spirit Stones."

"Shameless!"

Mu Xi couldn’t help but curse softly but was held back by her brother.

Mu Feng’s face was ashen.

He knew Young Master Qin couldn’t practice Alchemy; this was pure harassment. The four Breaking Realm Pills were already his entire savings, and adding ten High-grade Spirit Stones...

"Brother, let’s go."

Mu Xi tugged at her brother’s sleeve, her voice pleading.

"We can find another way for my illness..."

Mu Feng shook his head, eyes filled with determination.

He took out a purple-gold jade box from his bosom. The moment the jade box appeared, the entire auction house’s Spiritual Energy paused.

"A Fifth Grade Purple Thunder Pill."

Mu Feng’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was like thunder resounding in the auction house.

"To counter all your offers."

The room was in an uproar!

"A Fifth Grade Elixir Pill?!"

"My God, did I hear that right?"

"Who exactly is this Mu Feng?"

Even the auctioneer, who had remained calm throughout, widened their eyes in disbelief, stammering.

"Mu... Mr. Mu, are you sure it’s a Fifth Grade Purple Thunder Pill?"

Mu Feng didn’t answer, instead opening the jade box. A purple lightning bolt shot up, turning into a miniature lightning dragon in the air that circled once before slowly dissipating.

The rich Pill Fragrance instantly filled the auction house, invigorating everyone who smelled it.

In the second floor booth, Young Master Qin’s smile froze.

He stared intently at the pill radiating a purple halo, greed in his eyes.

"Young master, this..."

The old man in gray was equally shocked.

Young Master Qin quickly regained composure, albeit with even more greed in his eyes.

"Interesting, very interesting. I didn’t expect a small Mu Feng to have such a Supreme Treasure."

In the auction house, Mu Feng closed the jade box, coldly looking at Young Master Qin.

"Young Master Qin, still want to raise the bid?"

Young Master Qin suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with insincere praise.

"Brother Mu Feng is indeed deep and unfathomable. Since you value this Spirit Grass so much, how could I take it from you? This Spirit Grass is yours."

When he said "yours," he emphasized it, as if granting charity.

Mu Feng suppressed his anger; the most important thing now was to obtain the Spirit Grass. The other issues could be dealt with later.

The auctioneer quickly struck the gavel.

"Sold! The Heavenly Life Extension Spirit Root goes to Mr. Mu Feng!"

Mu Feng let out a long breath, his tense body finally relaxing.

He turned to look at his sister, offering a comforting smile.

"See, we got it."

Mu Xi, however, had tears in her eyes.

"Brother, that was your hope for breaking into the Taichu Realm..."

"Silly girl.

Mu Feng ruffled his sister’s hair.

"Don’t you know your brother’s talent? I can break through without Elixir Pills."

Mu Feng quickly walked towards the auction platform, sharp gazes from surrounding cultivators following him.

He could feel one particularly vicious gaze from the second-floor booth — that of Young Master Qin.

"A mere Foundation Establishment Stage, and you dare possess a Fifth Grade Spirit Pill?"

Young Master Qin waved his folding fan, a cold smile on his lips.

"Let alone that Heavenly Life Extension Spirit Root."

Mu Feng took the Spirit Grass from the jade box, his fingers trembling slightly.

This Spirit Grass, wholly emerald with leaf veins shining like golden blood vessels, was the Supreme Treasure that could save his sister’s life.

"Thank you."

Mu Feng bowed to the auctioneer, glancing at the second floor out of the corner of his eye, meeting Young Master Qin’s sinister gaze.

"Mr. Mu, please hold on."

A gentle voice suddenly rang in Mu Feng’s mind, a secret transmission.

Mu Feng paused slightly, recognizing it as the voice of the blue-robed cultivator who had been seated not far from him — Gu Sheng.

"Young Master Qin has his eye on you and your sister. Do not leave alone after the auction. Ling Xiao and I will find a way to assist."

Mu Feng nodded subtly, quickly moving towards Mu Xi.

He had to act as if nothing was wrong, lest it make Young Master Qin more suspicious.

"Brother, did you get it?"

Mu Xi anxiously grabbed Mu Feng’s sleeve, her eyes full of hope.

Mu Feng showed a long-lost smile, putting the jade box in his sister’s hand.

"Got it, your Spirit Root is saved."

Mu Xi cradled the jade box, tears finally spilling over.

Her Spirit Root had been incomplete since childhood, leaving her cultivation stagnant at the Qi Cultivation Stage. If not for her brother’s relentless search for medicine over the years, she would have already perished.

"Don’t cry, we’ll talk more at home."

Mu Feng cautiously scanned the surroundings, pulling his sister towards the corner.

In the second-floor booth, Young Master Qin snapped his folding fan shut, eyes filled with lecherous intent.

"Zhao Pengzu, Dong Wei."

Two black-clad cultivators immediately bowed.

"What are your orders, young master?"

"Keep an eye on that pair of siblings, especially that sickly little girl."

Young Master Qin licked his lips.

"After the auction, I want everything they have... including that woman."

Zhao Pengzu looked troubled.

"Young master, private fights are prohibited in the Sky Cloud Pavilion. If the Pavilion Master finds out..."

"Fool! Who told you to act here?"

Young Master Qin kicked Zhao Pengzu’s leg.

"Wait until they’re outside the Sky Cloud Pavilion’s range! That boy is only mid-Foundation Establishment, and his sister is practically a cripple. Are you afraid you can’t handle it?"

Dong Wei quickly smiled flatteringly.

"Don’t worry, young master, we’ll arrange it."

Young Master Qin snorted coldly, his gaze falling on Mu Xi’s slender back.

"Remember, I want that little girl alive."

Meanwhile, Gu Sheng exchanged a glance with the white-robed cultivator Ling Xiao beside him.

"The Qin family’s fop sure has bad intentions."

Ling Xiao said via secret transmission, fingers tapping the table lightly.

"Should we alert the Pavilion Master now?"

Gu Sheng shook his head.

"The Pavilion Master never meddles in guests’ private grievances. Besides..."

He looked at the Mu siblings.

"I noticed during the bidding, that boy’s Spiritual Power circulation was unusual, not like an ordinary Loose Cultivator."

"You mean..."

"Let’s wait and see. If the Qin family really makes a move, we’ll intervene then."

The auction continued, but Mu Feng had no interest.

He tightly held his sister’s hand, feeling her cold temperature, a pang in his heart.

"Brother, what’s wrong?"

Mu Xi keenly sensed something amiss with her brother.

Mu Feng forced a smile.