"I donât like violence, in general, Young Master Mu said himself to be quite reasonable." Han Yan saw what Huayue and the others were thinking and said with a serious face. As he spoke, Han Yan winked playfully at Ye Lanfeng, who returned a smile, thoroughly agreeing.
...Well, Huayue and the others nodded in unison, defeated by Big Playboy Mu. The Young Master was indeed a reasonable person, but they reckoned the other party might not be too keen on him being reasonable; perhaps a bit of violence would be more easily accepted. Seeing Ye Lanfengâs expression that everything Han Yan did was right, the group felt a sourness in their teeth.
"Young Master Mo, you saw with your own eyes that I won these elixirs, medicinal herbs, and cultivation techniques in the auction, so thereâs no need for any further talk, just compensate me," Han Yan said directly, not bothering to waste words with Mo Yanhong.
"You... you..." Mo Yanhong pointed at Han Yan, so angry he couldnât even speak.
Didnât he know Han Yanâs strength? That palm strike from before, he could have dodged it even with his eyes closed, yet he chose not to dodge. It was clear he was being tricked.
"What âyouâ âyouâ âyouâ? You slapped me without distinguishing right from wrong, and I didnât even hold it against you. You destroyed my expensive acquisition of miracle medicine, strange flowers, and herbs. Oh, and that Supreme Technique. Donât you want to compensate me?" Han Yan raised an eyebrow menacingly at Mo Yanhong.
"Yeah, Young Master Mo, as descendants of the Eight Great Families, Young Master Mu didnât hold it against you for the slap. All heâs asking is for some compensation in elixirs and plants, what else do you want?"
"We might fear you, but Lord Mu doesnât. If you truly anger him, it wonât just be about compensating with some elixirs and plants."
"Young Master Mu, as it happens, I know a bit of medicine; how about I check if youâve been injured?" It seemed like Mo Yanhong wasnât very popular, as others joined in the teasing.
"Oh, now that you mention it, my headâs spinning, so dizzy," Han Yan said, covering his forehead, pretending to stagger.
Huayue and the others turned their heads away, all with faces of shame. Please, my Young Master, if youâre going to act, at least make it believable. You were at least vomiting some blood this morning, and now youâre just swaying about like nothing happened.
Mo Yanhong glared furiously at Han Yan, nearly grinding his teeth to dust.
That palm strike from earlier, everyone saw it clearly. Even if he knew he was being conned by Han Yan, he couldnât argue back. The only thing he couldnât understand was why on earth did he let his temper flare up and strike out?
Han Yanâs strength wasnât unknown to him. As long as his mind was even a little clear, he would never have struck, especially not in front of everyone in the hall. Yet, he did, unable to restrain the hot blood rushing to his head.
What in the world was going on today, could it be that his brain had truly flooded? Recalling how he had lost his mind earlier and impulsively bid forty million for that fake sword, even Mo Yanhong started to doubt himself.
No, it must have been Mu Hanyanâs doing. Although Mo Yanhong couldnât figure out exactly what was going on, he was certain that all of this was related to Mu Hanyan.
Mo Yanhong stared hard at Mu Hanyan. If looks could kill, Lady Mu would have been slain a thousand times, or even ten thousand times. Unfortunately, looks cannot kill, so all he could do was to stare helplessly.
Mu Hanyan stared unapologetically back at him. What, think your eyes are bigger? My eyes are much bigger than yours, Miss Mu thought. Swindle you? Yes, you got that right, I did swindle you, and you had it coming for seeking out trouble with the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce. I wouldnât have bothered otherwise.
"Iâll compensate," Mo Yanhong finally said through gritted teeth after a long staring contest.
"Thatâs more like it. Iâm the most reasonable of all," Mu Hanyan replied condescendingly, seeing him give in. She didnât feel like engaging in a staring contest anymore; her eyes were starting to hurt.
Upon hearing Mu Hanyanâs words, Mo Yanhong felt a slight relief. However, he soon heard her continue, "For this Taiyi Sword Origin Pill, letâs say one million two hundred thousand for you. This True Essence Meridian Transformation Pill, two million. And this Senluo Life Returning Pill, also two million. Oh, right, and this Cultivation Technique. Itâs a Supreme Technique that appears once in millennia. What was it called again?"
Mu Hanyan fumbled with the bundle of paper scrapsâno, not paper scraps, but a supreme Cultivation Techniqueâand couldnât remember its name for a moment.
"Water Moon Skills," Zirong said, barely holding back his urge to burst into laughter. He had known all along that the scoundrel of a Young Master wouldnât let Mo Yanhong off easily.
"Right, Water Moon Skills. Wonderful, wonderful indeed. Theyâre truly great. Letâs call it three million for that," Mu Hanyan intended to recite a few mnemonics to show how great this Supreme Technique was but, sifting through the pile of scraps, she couldnât find a single complete mnemonic, so she dropped the idea.
"Mu Hanyan, are you deliberately trying to fleece me? That Taiyi Sword Origin Pill was clearly auctioned off to you for six hundred thousand; how did it become one million two hundred thousand? And all those other Elixirs and Skills you got for one millionâare you treating me like Iâm deaf?" Mo Yanhong was ready to swallow his pride, but upon hearing Mu Hanyanâs words, he exploded in anger again.
"Young Master, donât get angry; stay calm, calm," Tributor Qiu hastily intervened, fearing that Mo Yanhong would lose his temper and confront Mu Hanyan physically.
"I got them cheap because I have a good eye. While you all were oblivious, I could see clearly that each and every one of these strange flowers and herbs, and Miracle Medicines, is a peerless treasure. And that whatever Water Moon Skills are the culmination of countless predecessorsâ painstaking efforts. If I werenât being reasonable and didnât want to swindle you, each item, if auctioned, could fetch millions, or even tens of millions of silver taels," blurted Mu Hanyan, bluffing. "You should be thanking me."
I thank your grandpa! Mo Yanhong raged inwardly.
"Right, that True Essence Meridian Transformation Pill, I could see at a glance that it was extraordinary. If Young Master Mu hadnât acted first, I wouldnât have missed out even for three million taels," someone in the crowd chimed in immediately, adding fuel to the fire.
Relying on the support of his father, the Mo Family Patriarch, Mo Yanhong had never taken the sons of ordinary noble families seriously and had offended quite a few. Now that people saw his misfortune, they were keen to join in the mockery. If not now, then when?
Mo Yanhong was so angry he could spit bloodânonsense about being extraordinary. That so-called True Profound Meridian Transformation Pill was clearly the Waste Pills deliberately refined under his orders by the alchemists of Moâs Pill Workshop. Extraordinary? Three million? He had the cheek to say that. Right, they even got the name wrongâit was called True Profound Meridian Transformation Pill, not True Essence Meridian Transformation Pill. If youâre going to kick a man when heâs down, at least be professional about it, please.