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According to the value of the Evil Mist Grass, it shouldn't be placed so far back in the auction. Moreover, if this drags on, it will make Fang Chen feel that what was originally a straightforward auction has suddenly become filled with variables. He only has three thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones in hand.
Time passed slowly as Fang Chen waited anxiously, and when the seventh item was successfully auctioned off, his eyes finally brightened.
He saw a flash of gray light in front of the White-Robed Elder. Soon after, a plant that was entirely light gray and emanating a faint mist appeared in his hands.
At the moment this gray, grass-like plant appeared, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped several degrees. At the same time, an evil aura spread from it, causing many people to frown involuntarily.
Fang Chen's gaze burned as he stared at the small gray grass, his body straightening up with excitement; the Evil Mist Grass had indeed appeared.
Chan'er was saved!
"This is Evil Mist Grass; I believe you have all heard of it. This grass contains powerful evil energy. If used for alchemy, it can create poison pills; if used for crafting weapons, it can enhance their evil properties. For martial artists cultivating evil energy, it is an excellent supplement."
"The Evil Mist Grass in this old man's hands is not ordinary; it has a medicinal age of three centuries. The evil energy contained within far exceeds that of regular Evil Mist Grass. Its value needs no further explanation; I believe you all have an idea."
"The starting bid is one thousand five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"
"Three-century medicinal age Evil Mist Grass," Fang Chen murmured, his expression turning grim.
If it were ordinary Evil Mist Grass, although precious, it wouldn't be worth too much. He had been puzzled about why Evil Mist Grass would appear at Haoyuan Auction House. Now he understood; this was indeed Evil Mist Grass with a medicinal age of three centuries.
With such a medicinal age, let alone Evil Mist Grass, even ordinary herbs would see their value skyrocket several times over.
This news was undoubtedly terrible for him. To save Chan'er, he didn't need such high-grade Evil Mist Grass; ordinary Evil Mist Grass would suffice. However, there was no ordinary Evil Mist Grass here; he had to compete for this single valuable piece with a medicinal age of three centuries!
"This is troublesome!" Hearing the starting bid of one thousand five hundred announced by the White-Robed Elder, Fang Chen's expression changed instantly.
With his current three thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, unless there weren't many competitors against him, he definitely wouldn't be able to secure it at such a price.
"Then I'll just pawn the Azure Longsword," Fang Chen thought fiercely to himself.
A Superior Magical Artifact is worth several thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones at the very least. With the Azure Ancient Lamp in his possession, he didn't have much need for other magical tools. If absolutely necessary, he would have to use the Azure Longsword as collateral for the Evil Mist Grass.
He glanced around, especially at the pavilions representing powerful factions, and noticed that people seemed to show little interest in the three-Century medicinal age Evil Mist Grass. Fang Chen let out a slight sigh of relief.
"That makes sense; after all, the Evil Mist Grass is extremely rare, even more obscure than Ice Flame Jade. There can't be many who are interested." With this thought, Fang Chen felt a bit better. He sensed that under these circumstances, his three thousand spirit stones should be enough to buy the Evil Mist Grass.
"One thousand six hundred!"
"One thousand eight hundred!"
...
The price was slowly rising, but as Fang Chen had assessed, there were clearly not many interested in the Evil Mist Grass. Some major factions in the pavilions showed no signs of bidding, and the price increase was minimal.
Two minutes later, when the price reached two thousand three, it began to stagnate.
Fang Chen's eyes lit up; he knew it was time for him to make a move.
"Two thousand five hundred!" Fang Chen stood up and declared loudly.
As soon as this price was announced, the person who had barely bid two thousand three immediately fell silent. The White-Robed Elder scanned the surroundings and seeing no one else bidding, was about to signal with a bell to confirm the ownership of the Evil Mist Grass.
At that moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the last pavilion above.
"I bid five thousand!"
The price surged dramatically, doubling in an instant. Someone actually offered this amount for a mere three-Century medicinal age Evil Mist Grass.
The entire venue was in an uproar!
As Fang Chen felt the imminent loss of the Evil Mist Grass due to an unexpected interruption, a chilling light suddenly flashed in his dark eyes. He raised his head and fixed his gaze on the source of the voice.
At that moment, a head suddenly emerged from behind the special curtain in the pavilion.
“Bai Dongchi!” Fang Chen said coldly, his eyes filled with extreme frost.
The person who had just spoken was none other than Bai Family's Young Master, Bai Dongchi, who had just been dealt with earlier.
Seeing Fang Chen's gaze, a hint of mockery appeared on Bai Dongchi's slightly pale face. His sunken eyes glinted with ferocity as he silently moved his lips and then ran a hand across his neck.
“When we leave this Auction House, it will be your end,” Fang Chen interpreted Bai Dongchi's unspoken words.
Fighting was not allowed inside the Auction House, but once outside, there were no such restrictions. Clearly, having grasped this point, Bai Dongchi had already decided to strike when Fang Chen exited the Auction House.
After being publicly humiliated by Fang Chen, he had returned home in anger to gather reinforcements. He hurriedly made his way to the Haoyuan Auction House. Therefore, Bai Dongchi had missed the chance to confront Fang Chen when he first purchased the Ice Flame Jade. Otherwise, given his temperament, he would have jumped out at that moment.
However, now was not too late, was it?
Standing in the pavilion, Bai Dongchi looked down at Fang Chen with a sinister expression. Although he had already sworn to eliminate Fang Chen, he was also eager to insult this person who had caused him such humiliation first.
Filled with rage, he completely suppressed Fang Chen in the bidding, forgetting that those five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones were also a significant amount for his Bai Family!
At this moment, everyone in the Auction House had already realized that these two fellows had a grudge against each other.
Now there was a good show to watch.
Those witnessing this scene thought to themselves.
"This Little One seems to be in trouble," said one of the Fox-Fur Women with a smile from another attic. With their intelligence, how could they not see that Fang Chen was not someone with substantial funds?
"Aunt Yu, do you think we should help this Little One secure the Evil Mist Grass? It would make negotiations easier later," another Fox-Fur Woman suggested.
"Let's wait and see," the Old Woman replied.
"What's wrong? Are you out of spirit stones?" Bai Dongchi moved his lips. Although no sound came out, many could tell what he was saying.
Seeing Fang Chen's grim expression and apparent helplessness, Bai Dongchi felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.
At that moment—
"You should have been killed back then!" Fang Chen's voice was calm, neither scolding nor shouting. Yet, this calm tone resonated throughout the large Auction House, carrying a hint of bloodlust that stirred many present.
"It seems I underestimated this Little One," the Old Woman murmured as she squinted at the cold-faced Fang Chen below, her words laced with a rich bloodthirst. A glimmer of sharpness flashed briefly in her somewhat dim eyes.
"You!" Bai Dongchi was furious. He did not expect Fang Chen to be so defiant at such a moment.
"Young Master, why argue with a dead man?" A thin middle-aged man behind Bai Dongchi spoke lightly.
"Uncle Mu, please help me capture him later; I want to break his bones inch by inch!" Bai Dongchi snarled.
"Alright," the middle-aged man nodded.
"Hehe." With a cold smile, Bai Dongchi's fierce gaze swept over Fang Chen's face.
"Five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Is there a higher bid?" The White-Robed Elder held up the Evil Mist Grass and scanned the crowd. His gaze lingered on Fang Chen for a moment; being shrewd, he could tell that the Evil Mist Grass was extremely important to this young man.
A flash of crimson killing intent crossed Fang Chen's dark eyes as he gritted his teeth, ready to speak again. He indeed couldn't produce five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, but a Superior Magical Artifact would be roughly equivalent in value.
Just as he was about to speak, a delicate white hand suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothing.
"I think I have this," a soft voice came from Xia Lingyue. At the same time, she took out a storage bag, and with a flash of light, a plant similar to the one in the old man's hand appeared before Fang Chen's eyes.
"You actually have Evil Mist Grass!" Fang Chen was taken aback, followed by a wave of excitement.
It was truly a case of finding something effortlessly after searching high and low; he never expected that the Evil Mist Grass he had been desperately looking for would be casually produced by Xia Lingyue.
After all, this girl was from the Pharmaceutical Clan; how could she lack spiritual herbs? He had previously rejected her offer, almost missing out on the Evil Mist Grass.
"Hey, don't look at me like that," Xia Lingyue said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under Fang Chen's intense gaze. "You didn't even ask if I had Evil Mist Grass before."
As she spoke, she tossed the Evil Mist Grass to Fang Chen. "This thing looks so ugly; I really don't understand why you value it so much. If it weren't for its rarity, I wouldn't have bothered to bring it along."
Upon hearing this, Fang Chen broke into a cold sweat. However, as he reached out to take the Evil Mist Grass, a brilliant smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
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