Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 594 Auction

An Nian and the other two looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong.

Even if Fu Jinghong was the financial backer of Lingbao Pavilion, he only dared to secretly resell some magic weapons and elixirs from the Lingbao Academy's treasure house.

This guy sent Shangguan Lan to move it directly from the warehouse of Lingbaoyuan.

Is this really something Fu Jinghong can handle?

Even the Grand Elder of Lingbao Academy, Master Yun Cang, does not have this right.

In the entire Yunhai Sect, only the Sect Leader can mobilize so many cultivation resources.

The three of them understood this and looked at Ye Feng with a bit of awe in their eyes.

It turns out that the major shareholder behind Lingbao Academy is the headmaster!

They seemed to have discovered some shocking secret and immediately chose to shut up.

The more you know, the faster you die.

It’s better for them to not ask too much about such things.

At this time, Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi walked out of the shop.

Both of them bought a lot of things.

Ye Feng looked at the two holding the receipts for the sword fight and said, "Do you want me to help you with a sword fight? I'm very lucky!"

Shen Tianqi said, "Great, Shuang'er and I can both chop three swords, and we're just worried that we won't be able to get the other two together."

"Chopping with a sword? I'm good at that!" An Nian pushed Ye Feng away with his butt.

Miao Xiaorou said, "I can do that too! I'll take you guys to cut in line!"

An Nian and Miao Xiaorou dragged Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi away.

Ye Feng said: "I...what about me?"

Miao Xiaorou said: "You stay here and guard the door!"

Ye Feng was furious: "Miao Xiaorou, I paid a lot of money to hire you as the doorman, and An Nian, you are the spokesperson! Why are you playing games?"

"I'll help Shuang'er fight Tianqi with a sword first, and I'll be back soon..."

Ye Feng was speechless.

Enough people.

Ye Feng was still wanting to try his luck, but these two little girls got there first.

He could only point at their backs at the door and roar, "I'll give you three minutes off. If you don't come back after three minutes, I'll deduct your wages!"

Sister A-Chun came over again and said, "Boss, there are less than a thousand Hui Yuan Dan and Ju Ling Dan left. They're almost sold out! Have they arrived yet?"

Ye Feng said: "They are already on the way and will be here within half an hour."

Ah Chun smiled bitterly and said, "I don't think I can hold on for half an hour."

Ye Feng's eyes rolled and he said, "Don't worry, I have a way."

After sending Miss Achun away, Ye Feng walked to the door and said loudly: "My fellow uncles and aunts, my fellow brothers and sisters, given that business is booming right now and there are too many people, to avoid you all waiting for too long, I have decided to auction some magic weapons in public to help you pass the time."

Someone shouted, "Ye Leishen, what does the auction mean?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "An auction is a public sale, and the highest bidder wins. The things sold in the shop are all low-end and mid-range cultivation resources. The real treasures don't have a specific price, so only the highest bidder wins."

"I heard you were going to auction off the artifact. Is it real or fake?"

"Of course it's true! As long as you can afford it, I can get you not only divine weapons but also heavenly weapons.

Without further ado, everyone, prepare your money and we will officially begin."

Many wealthy people who were watching the sword-fighting event, upon hearing that there was an auction, could not help but rush over here.

Ye Feng's spiritual sense kept searching in the black silk bracelet, and soon he took out a dagger.

This is a magical weapon obtained from Sanzhier's treasure house. I don't know which ancestor's burial object it was.

Ye Feng said: "Today there are three items being auctioned, and the first one is this. A divine dagger of the middle-grade wind-type immortal weapon."

The chaotic and noisy scene gradually quieted down.

Many people's eyes were focused on the dagger in Ye Feng's hand.

They are sword cultivators and are not really interested in magical weapons other than swords.

However, magic weapons such as wind-attribute daggers are an exception.

The wind comes and goes without a trace, and it is extremely fast. It is usually used as an assassin's magic weapon.

If you are in a stalemate in a fight with the enemy, an assassin's magic weapon is enough to help you turn defeat into victory.

Wind-type magic weapons are already rare, and mid-grade magic weapons are even rarer.

An old man, who was not young at all, asked, "Junior Brother Ye, is the dagger in your hand really a mid-grade immortal weapon with wind attributes?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Master, we are doing business with integrity. All auction items can be inspected on the spot."

The old man thought about it, then stepped out of the crowd and came to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng respectfully handed over the dagger in his hand.

The old man took it and looked at it carefully. There were two words on the dagger.

"Chasing the light".

A wisp of his divine consciousness entered the dagger.

After repeated investigations, he slowly nodded and said, "Yes, this dagger is indeed a mid-grade wind-attributed immortal weapon. It has not been refined by anyone and is ownerless. However... this light-chasing technique... I seem to have heard of it somewhere before."

"Uncle Master, there are more than a hundred thousand magical weapons with names in the world. It's normal to feel that the name is familiar."

The old man nodded and said, "That's right. This item is worth a lot of money. Junior Brother Ye, please name a price and I will take it."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Since this is a public auction, it must be fair. The starting price is 50,000 taels, and each increase in price must not be less than 1,000 taels. The person with the highest bid will win the item."

The old man said, "Fifty thousand taels is not expensive. If this item were sold in a spiritual treasure shop, it would be worth two or three hundred thousand taels."

The old man looked around and said, "I like this thing. No one can compete with me for it."

Those young disciples shut up.

However, there were quite a few old men and women in the crowd.

A middle-aged woman snorted, "Brother Lin, if you asked for it, take it. The Wind Element Dagger is extremely rare and a powerful weapon for fighting against enemies. With this dagger, you have an extra life, and it can be passed down from generation to generation among future disciples. I'm interested in this item, too."

The old man looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "So it's Junior Sister Yu Lu. Do you have so much silver?"

The Rain and Dew Fairy smiled and said, "Won't you know in a moment?"

Ye Feng quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Two uncles, please don't ruin centuries of friendship over a magical weapon. Let's start the auction now..."

The old man said, "I am Lin Hai, and I will pay you fifty thousand taels."

Fairy Yulu said, "I have sixty thousand taels."

Elder Lin Hai said, "Sixty-five thousand taels!"

Fairy Yulu said, "Seventy thousand taels."

Just when the young disciples thought the two old men were about to start a fight, a middle-aged man in a dark green Taoist robe raised his hand and said, "One hundred thousand taels!"

Everyone was stunned and looked over.

At this time, an old man from the south shouted out a price: "One hundred and twenty thousand taels."

Ye Feng felt a little confused.

what's the situation?

Are all the elders of Yunhai Sect so rich?

How come my fat master is a poor guy?

"130,000 taels!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand taels!"

It was agreed that the minimum bid increase should not be more than one thousand taels each time, but in the end no one bid at the minimum price at all, and everyone raised the price by five thousand or ten thousand taels.

The price soon exceeded 200,000 taels.

Ye Feng looked at the dagger in his hand and thought, is this thing so valuable?

A mid-grade fire-type immortal weapon would cost at most 200,000 taels.

Ye Feng was not worried that these uncles and aunts would fight each other. If anything happened, his master would handle it.

The higher these people bid, the more they earn.