The Cub I Raised Turned Out to Be a Reborn Boss (GL) - Chapter 18

“The next item up for auction is a low-grade spiritual weapon—the Demon-Slaughtering Saber—”

On the stage in the center of the hall, the auctioneer displayed the black long saber in his hands, pouring out all kinds of exaggerated praise without pause.

Jiang Yixue was rather lacking in interest. In Yuqing Sect’s Rare Treasures Pavilion, things like this were the kind of goods casually placed in the main hall. They were not rare at all.

Jiang Yixue’s gaze passed through the half-drawn curtain toward the front-left side. That woman, like her, had not made a bid so far. Judging from her bearing, she was no ordinary person, so her standards were definitely not low.

Jiang Yixue directly flipped the product booklet in her hand to the last two pages. These were the final items of the auction, and that woman’s target should be among them.

Then Jiang Yixue’s gaze was drawn to one of the auction items—the high-grade spiritual weapon, the Ruofeng Sword.

A picture and detailed description were printed beside it. This sword was a small and light spiritual sword, similar in length to the Zhanmang Sword in Song Xi’s hand. Jiang Yixue had originally thought the Zhanmang Sword would be enough for Song Xi to use for a while, but with Song Xi’s current cultivation speed, the Zhanmang Sword would soon no longer be suitable.

Thinking this, Jiang Yixue casually circled the Ruofeng Sword as a mark.

Looking further back, there were some strange and unusual spiritual herbs.

While Jiang Yixue was browsing through the booklet, the auction of the final items below had already begun.

The first item was a set of defensive array talismans. With this set of array talismans, one could arrange a formation of a fairly high level. It could barely be considered a high-grade spiritual weapon. The starting price was three hundred thousand spirit stones.

Although Song Xi was in Yuqing Sect now, Jiang Yixue calculated that in a few years, Song Xi would have to go out and carry out sect missions. She needed to prepare some protective items for her.

Thinking this, Jiang Yixue was just about to bid when she suddenly heard a gentle voice carrying a faint chill speak up.

“Four hundred thousand.”

Jiang Yixue blinked and looked with interest toward the direction the voice came from.

It was indeed the room belonging to the demonically beautiful woman she had encountered when entering the venue.

“Four hundred and ten thousand.”

Another voice sounded from the hall.

Almost without any hesitation, the same voice from that private room rang out again.

“Five hundred thousand.”

The person in the hall was unwilling to give up and gritted his teeth.

“Five hundred and fifty thousand.”

Song Xi did not even blink.

“Six hundred and fifty thousand.”

The auction venue immediately fell silent. This person increased the price by one hundred thousand each time. The mysterious woman in the second-floor private room was truly generous.

Jiang Yixue frowned slightly. She seemed determined to win it…

But Jiang Yixue would not give the item up to her just because she was beautiful. Buying things for Song Xi was the most important.

In the silence, Jiang Yixue slowly spoke.

“Seven hundred thousand.”

Jiang Yixue’s gaze fell on that tightly closed curtain, waiting for the other party to continue bidding. That woman was determined to obtain it, and this item was worth about eight hundred thousand. Perhaps Jiang Yixue would have to spend another sum before she could buy it.

However, after waiting for a while, the voice that had been bidding without hesitation just now did not sound again.

Seeing that Song Xi had fallen silent, the man beside her said, “Master, do you not want this item anymore? Just now, you said…”

“I don’t want it anymore.”

Song Xi pursed her lips. Wasn’t she crazy if she raised the price against Jiang Yixue? They were on the same side.

The moment that thought appeared, Song Xi’s brows immediately furrowed.

Who was on the same side as her…

She simply did not want to waste money.

Her silence also surprised Jiang Yixue a little.

That person did not look like someone who would yield easily, yet she had given the item to Jiang Yixue just like that.

In the end, no one else bid. When Jiang Yixue received the array talismans, she could not help glancing at the tightly closed curtain.

What a strange person.

“Demonic Spirit Mushroom—grown in the Demon Realm’s Demon Abyss. For medicine cultivators, it is a rare alchemy material—”

The auctioneer’s introduction was brief. After saying this, he immediately continued, “The starting price is eight hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones.”

The Demonic Spirit Mushroom grew on the cliffs of the deepest Demon Abyss in the Demon Realm. Nourished by the demonic energy of the Demon Abyss, aside from spiritual energy, its interior was filled with violent demonic energy. Therefore, whether one was a demonic cultivator or a spiritual cultivator, there was no way to directly absorb the spiritual power within it.

But it was precisely because of this strange medicinal property that medicine cultivators had used it to develop many bizarre pills with miraculous effects.

The Demonic Spirit Mushroom was a product of the Demon Realm, and the relationship between the Demon Realm and the righteous path was tense and hostile. This kind of thing rarely appeared in righteous-path auction houses.

Hearing this price, quite a few people sighed unwillingly, their faces full of regret as they withdrew from the bidding.

A high-grade spiritual weapon just now had only been auctioned for seven hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones in the end. A starting price of eight hundred thousand exceeded many people’s limits.

Jiang Yixue had once estimated the value of the items in Yuqing Sect’s Rare Treasures Pavilion. Contribution points and high-grade spirit stones were roughly one-to-one in value, so this price was reasonable.

“Nine hundred thousand.”

“Nine hundred and fifty thousand.”

“Nine hundred and eighty thousand.”

There were still quite a few people bidding.

“One million five hundred thousand.”

The entire auction venue fell silent.

Everyone recognized it. It was the ruthless person from earlier who raised prices by one hundred thousand at a time.

For some reason, Jiang Yixue suddenly became filled with curiosity toward that woman.

She felt that the woman’s aura suited the Demonic Spirit Mushroom very well. It had an air where righteousness and evil intertwined.

Those phoenix eyes, faintly tinted red, were clear and clean, yet they also seemed to carry killing intent and blood. They were clearly completely different qualities, but when blended in her, they did not feel out of place.

One million five hundred thousand was almost the true value of the Demonic Spirit Mushroom. Raising the price so high at once to take it in one move—she should be able to obtain it.

Just as Jiang Yixue was thinking this, a voice rang out from below the stage.

“One million eight hundred thousand.”

Everyone quickly turned their gazes over.

It was a man dressed entirely in white, lightly waving a folding fan in his hand. He was dressed like a refined nobleman of this dusty world, yet he sat crookedly in his seat with a carefree, improper air. His clothes were not neat, and his face carried a smug smile.

“This thing, this young master wants it.”

“It’s Young Master Yun.”

“Why is he sitting in the main hall?”

“This Qingyang Auction belongs to his family. He can sit wherever he wants…”

Jiang Yixue’s spiritual power was deep. Her ears and eyes were sharp, so she heard every bit of these discussions clearly.

The city lord of Qingyang City was Yun Tongtian, a mid Heaven-rank cultivator. Within the several hundred li around this place, he was enough to be considered an overlord. This Young Master Yun, Yun Yi, was Yun Tongtian’s only son and also the young owner of this auction.

If he wanted the Demonic Spirit Mushroom, he could have bought it internally. There was no need for him to participate in the bidding. Clearly, he was not doing this for the Demonic Spirit Mushroom.

Jiang Yixue’s gaze turned toward the tightly closed curtain across from her.

How exactly had that mysterious woman offended Yun Yi?

The burly man dressed in black frowned and said softly to Song Xi, “Master, we have five million high-grade spirit stones. Should we continue bidding?”

“I didn’t expect this person to actually be Qingyang City’s young city lord.”

Song Xi frowned slightly, and a cold killing intent flashed through her phoenix eyes. “If I had known earlier, I would have cut the weeds and pulled out the roots in the secret realm. Now that we’re on Qingyang City’s territory, this is a little difficult.”

After receiving Xue Qiancheng’s permission, Song Xi had accepted the mission to explore the secret realm. Yuqing Sect was not the only one that had discovered this ancient battlefield. Many other wandering cultivators had also found it, and this Young Master Yun Yi had brought people to join the excitement too.

After Song Xi entered the secret realm, her luck was very good. She collected a great deal of death energy. After absorbing too much death energy, before she could even condense the Netherworld power seed, the death energy filling her meridians turned into vast Netherworld power, allowing her to recover part of her strength for a short time. She reached peak Earth rank, and her appearance also returned to the way it had been in her previous life.

With the strangeness of Netherworld power, combined with Song Xi’s experienced and practiced methods, she had practically moved through the secret realm unhindered. She seized quite a few good things, and inevitably came into conflict with various forces over them.

It was during one of those struggles that Song Xi encountered Yun Yi.

Although the other side had a full three people with Spirit-rank cultivation, and although they not only wanted to seize the treasure but also wanted to kill Song Xi, they underestimated her strength. Although Song Xi was only Earth rank, her core was the Netherworld King of the past. With a few methods, she escaped and, along the way, injured one of Yun Yi’s guards and took away that spiritual weapon.

She had thought she would never encounter this person again. Song Xi had not expected that he was actually Qingyang City’s young city lord. She had delivered herself to his door.

“No need to bid anymore. He won’t let me get it.”

Song Xi frowned lightly, then waved a hand to stop the man beside her.

She had made many preparations to successfully condense the Netherworld power seed in one attempt. All she lacked was this Demonic Spirit Mushroom. Now, it looked as if things had become troublesome.

Seeing that Song Xi did not continue bidding, Yun Yi snapped his fan shut and stood up from his seat, laughing twice.

“What? Are you afraid now? Weren’t you very impressive when you stole this young master’s things back then? Don’t think that just because you stop bidding against me, I’ll spare you. Since you stole this young master’s things, don’t even think about leaving this place—unless you’re willing to kneel down and apologize to this young master. Then I might consider it.”

So this woman had stolen Yun Yi’s things.

The people present understood the situation and clicked their tongues as they whispered among themselves. At the same time, they all adopted the mindset of watching a show. It had been a long time since anything this interesting had happened in Qingyang City.

Song Xi’s hand tightened slightly on the armrest of her chair, but the curve of her lips remained lifted. Her eyes, however, were cold.

“Items inside a secret realm are ownerless to begin with. Whoever has the ability to obtain them owns them. For Young Master Yun to be so aggressive—aren’t you being far too arrogant?”

This person actually wanted her to kneel and apologize. The coldness in Song Xi’s eyes grew deeper and deeper.

If not for the fact that they were on Qingyang City’s territory and she was somewhat wary of Yun Tongtian, this person would already be a corpse.

It had been many years since anyone dared speak to her like this and challenge her dignity.

Aside from Jiang Yixue, whom she had encountered in this life…

Song Xi furrowed her brows slightly. Sometimes Jiang Yixue really did treat her completely like a naughty child and scold her. The dignified Netherworld King would lose face in front of her from time to time.

Through the faint gap, Song Xi looked toward Jiang Yixue’s private room.

The curtain on Jiang Yixue’s side was open. She sat by the window with her chin propped on her hand, her ink-black hair spilling like a waterfall over her pale green clothes. Her pale eyes were cool and indifferent, as if the scene before her had not stirred the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This was the Jiang Yixue others saw: cold and clear, with a faint sense of distance…

In Song Xi’s mind, Jiang Yixue’s gentle smile suddenly appeared.

Her smile was very beautiful, especially the smile that bloomed only in front of Song Xi. It was especially beautiful.