"Unfettered by obstacles, merchants, merchants, harm others with their own capital. This is the consistent style of Wanbao Pavilion. Their collection is endless. Perhaps they are short of just this one medicinal herb?"
"Makes sense."
Empress Xingchen suddenly became interested in this Dim Silver Shredded Bell Grass. Ming Zhitan asked, "You want it?"
Empress Xingchen, like a little girl, clenched her fists and nodded slightly, "Mhm."
The emcee: "Four hundred and fifty thousand for the first bid..."
"Six hundred thousand!"
The emcee: "Six hundred thousand for the first bid... six hundred thousand for the second bid..."
"One million!"
"Huh?" Everyone turned their gazes toward the sound.
"The Cultivation Ancient Realm has never heard of anyone who can use soul power. Even if they obtain the Dim Silver Shredded Bell Grass, what use is it? Isn't that person a fool?"
"Moreover, the Dim Silver Shredded Bell Grass is not worth this price at all. Who would bid such a large amount in one go?"
The one bidding was none other than Ming Zhitan. Empress Xingchen couldn't help but glance at him again.
The emcee was stunned for a moment, then said, "This gentleman has bid one million spirit stones... one million for the first bid... second bid... third bid! ... Sold..."
"One point five million!"
Everyone cast their eyes on that person: "Could there be another fool?"
Beside the young master in green clothes, a woman was lewdly clinging to him: "My woman also likes it very much. The Dim Silver Shredded Bell Grass, this young master is determined to have it."
Someone recognized him: "That's Weisheng, a disciple of Emperor Ou Huang. It's over, we can't offend him. This young man is probably going to suffer, pity the stunning woman beside him."
Ming Zhitan raised his hand: "Two million."
"!"
"They're crazy, all of them are crazy, for a soul medicinal herb, they've gone mad!"
"Keep your voice down, don't let Weisheng hear, or you'll be in trouble."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Weisheng pushed away the woman beside him and stood up: "Kid, do you recognize this young master?"
Ming Zhitan shook his head: "Why should I recognize you? You're so ugly."
This immediately caused the surrounding people to burst into laughter...!
Weisheng was furious to the extreme: "Two point five million!"
Ming Zhitan raised his hand: "Three million!"
"You!" Weisheng sat down abruptly, harboring murderous intent towards Ming Zhitan!
The emcee coughed dryly: "Three million spirit stones for the first bid... three million spirit stones for the second bid..."
The woman beside Weisheng saw him not rushing to bid: "Young Master Wei! I want it, mmm...!"
"What the hell...!" Weisheng slapped her across her fair face with a "crack" sound: "What the hell are you? Sleeping with you a hundred times is only thirty thousand spirit stones. You want me to spend three million to buy you a damn weed? Is your brain filled with seawater? Why don't you drown yourself?"
The woman wailed: "Wuwuwu... Young Master Wei..."
"Shut up!" Seeing Weisheng raise his hand to hit her again, the woman instantly stopped crying, as if nothing had happened.
The emcee: "Three million spirit stones for the third bid! Sold! Congratulations to this gentleman!"
People were talking amongst themselves: "Is he out of his mind? Three million spirit stones for a medicinal herb?"
"Not at all, it's enough to buy two Star-grade magical artifacts!"
Ming Zhitan paid and then handed the Dim Silver Shredded Bell Grass to Empress Xingchen: "Flowers are for the beautiful, and a small herb is for a lovely lady. Xingchen, here."
Empress Xingchen smiled charmingly: "I like it so much, I'm so hungry..."
"Hungry?"
Seeing her put away the Dim Silver Shredded Bell Grass, Ming Zhitan didn't pay much attention.
Three million just given away like that? All the single women cast strange glances at Ming Zhitan, thinking how wonderful it would be if the extraordinary woman beside him were themselves.