Wealth Worth Ten Thousand Gold

"Rank 2?" The auction house appraiser put away his disdain, pinched the bottle, and sniffed it again. He asked Feng Wu, "May I ask what effects this pill has, sir? Could you introduce it?"

"Nothing special. Just an ordinary healing pill, a Rank 2 Rejuvenation Pill," Feng Wu answered truthfully.

"A healing pill..." Upon hearing that it was a healing pill, the appraiser was slightly disappointed. Healing pills were often the least valuable among pills of the same rank.

Still, everything had its price. A Second Rank healing pill was considered a decent auction item even in Wu Tan City.

"Please wait a moment. I'll invite Master Gu Ni from our auction house. I can't appraise pills."

"Mm, hurry up." With that, the middle-aged man quickly departed. After quite some time, he returned with a white-haired elder in green robes behind him.

A medicine cauldron marked with two silver lines was embroidered on the elder's green robes. This had to be Master Gu Ni of the Mittel Auction House, a Rank 2 Alchemist.

As soon as Gu Ni arrived, he glanced at Feng Wu. Without saying a word, he walked straight to the table and picked up the two porcelain bottles to inspect them, fully displaying an Alchemist's unique arrogance.

However, once Gu Ni poured out a single pill, he could no longer maintain it.

"This... this is?" Looking at the full, round pill in his hand, crimson as a dipper and faintly fragrant, Gu Ni no longer dared show the slightest arrogance.

"The pinnacle of Rank 2, comparable to Third Grade! Might this pill... have been refined by you personally, sir?" Gu Ni held the pill and turned respectfully toward Feng Wu, who was seated.

"Mm, I refined it myself. Give me an appraisal." Feng Wu casually spun a lie. He would still be doing this business in the future, so he could not speak too definitively.

"My lord, if you auction it, our Mittel Auction House is confident we can sell each pill for between 500 and 800 Gold Coins, taking a five-percent commission.

"But if you sell them directly to our auction house, I can make the decision to purchase them all for 550 Gold Coins each.

"Our Mittel Auction House is in business, after all. I hope you understand."

Gu Ni spoke respectfully, already convinced that this mysterious man before him was a peak Third Grade Alchemist, perhaps even a Fourth Grade master!

After all, Gu Ni himself could never polish a Rank 2 pill to such perfection.

"No need for such trouble. Sell them directly to you. Don't waste my time." Feng Wu waved a hand, as though he did not care at all about such trifling profits.

Feng Wu's attitude only further confirmed Gu Ni's assumptions, making him even more respectful.

"Very well, take care, sir." Half an hour later, following Feng Wu's request, Gu Ni handed him two Black Cards loaded with five thousand Gold Coins each, along with one thousand Gold Coins in loose currency.

"I never expected that after just one trip out, I'd already be worth ten thousand gold." After shaking off Gu Ni's enthusiasm, Feng Wu played with the Black Cards in his hand and spoke smugly as he headed back to the Xiao Clan.

Feng Wu truly had not expected the Rejuvenation Pills to sell for such a high price.

Saying a Rank 2 pill was comparable to Third Grade had been an exaggeration, but its effects far surpassed normal standards, doubling the value of the Rejuvenation Pills beyond Feng Wu's expectations.

That was why Feng Wu had gone to the Mittel Auction House. Other places would not recognize their value, and no one there could afford a healing pill worth several hundred gold.

Feng Wu's target customers were the wealthy upper-class families of Wu Tan City.

A top-grade Second Rank pill would have a decent effect even on a Great Dou Shi.

"Whoa, what a grand display!" Having just arrived at the Xiao Clan's gates, Feng Wu's attention was drawn by the bustling scene outside.

First Rank Horned Horses pulled the carriage, Second Rank Mysterious Tigers stood guard, and the carriage had four harnesses and brocade curtains. The Yun Lan Sect truly was imposing.

Seeing the huge characters for Yun and Lan on the two banners before the carriage, Feng Wu knew this had to be Nalan Yanran's entourage.

"What a pity. They're unpleasant guests." Feng Wu sighed and stepped into the Xiao Clan. As he passed the outside of the Xiao Clan reception hall, he happened to witness a famous scene!

"Nalan Yanran, for Old Master Nalan's sake, Xiao Yan has a few words of advice for you. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never bully a young man because he is poor!"

Then Xiao Yan used his belt as paper, writing a letter of divorce in blood and ink, cutting all ties with a single stroke!

Xiao Yan slammed the divorce letter heavily onto the table. "This is proof that I, this young master, am expelling you from the Xiao Clan! From this day onward, you, Nalan Yanran, have no connection whatsoever with my Xiao Clan!"

"Good. That's how a man should be!" Even Feng Wu, watching from outside as Xiao Yan delivered the divorce letter before kneeling to Xiao Zhan, could not help praising him.

Sure enough, anyone capable of becoming a protagonist would not be some cowardly weakling. Xiao Yan had not disappointed him.

Filled with anger, Xiao Yan turned and walked out of the hall. When he looked up, he saw Feng Wu.

Xiao Yan remembered Feng Wu, Xiao Yu's cheaply acquired little brother. But during the clan's strength test yesterday, Feng Wu had left Xiao Yan with a less-than-favorable impression.

Xiao Yan did not want anyone to see him as a joke, so he turned sideways to leave. However, Feng Wu shifted sideways as well, blocking his path.

"What are you doing? I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now." Xiao Yan raised his head and stared straight at Feng Wu, his anger undisguised.

Anyone who had a marriage annulled at their doorstep and then had someone obstruct them while they were furious would not be in a good mood.

"Heh, quite the temper. But you handled things beautifully." Feng Wu was not angered. He casually tossed a thin iron plate toward Xiao Yan. "Here, this is for you. Good stuff. Don't lose it."

"What is this?" Xiao Yan caught the iron plate with both hands, unable to understand Feng Wu's intentions.

"A Dou Technique, a Mystic-class Dou Technique. Want it? If not, give it back." Feng Wu held out his hand, pretending he was about to snatch it away.

After a moment of astonishment, Xiao Yan quickly tucked the iron plate containing the Absorption Palm into his clothes. His expression was complicated. "Thanks. I'll owe you one."

With that, he hurried away. Feng Wu merely shrugged. Trading the Absorption Palm for a favor from Xiao Yan left him without the slightest sense of guilt.

As for the Absorption Palm Soul Technique, Feng Wu had already learned and memorized it once on the way back. The original iron plate was something he could take or leave.

Not long after Xiao Yan left, Feng Wu saw Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye, the Yun Lan Sect elder, hurriedly rush out of the Xiao Clan reception hall. They must have already seen the Golden Emperor Burning Flame in Xiao Xun'er's eyes.

They had come full of confidence and left in disappointment. It was quite amusing.

"All right, the show's over. Time to go home." Feng Wu dusted off his sleeves, then inconspicuously drew in the dirt from the ground in the distance with his palm. Dust rose into the air, coincidentally enveloping Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye as they hurried away.

"Cough, cough! Bastard!" Ge Ye whipped up a fierce wind with his Dou Qi and blew away the dust, glaring furiously at Feng Wu.

With his cultivation as a Great Dou Shi, he could naturally tell that Feng Wu was responsible.

"Oh my, the weather changes so quickly. How did such a strong wind suddenly rise?" Yet Feng Wu did not answer him. He simply swayed leisurely past Ge Ye, deliberately heading toward his own residence.

There was nothing to fear. Feng Wu had already seen Xiao Zhan and the Xiao Clan elders emerging from the hall as well.

Sure enough, Ge Ye, covered in dust, made as if to attack. But at the same time, Xiao Zhan erupted with imposing force behind him and called out loudly, "Elder Ge, take care! Feng Wu, see our guests out on my behalf. Do not be rude."

"Yes!" Feng Wu clasped his hands. "Elder Ge, this way?"

"Hmph!" Ge Ye flung his sleeve, shoved Feng Wu aside, and angrily dragged Nalan Yanran away. He could not possibly kill Feng Wu in front of all the Xiao Clan members.

Feng Wu watched Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye's retreating backs. "Xiao Yan believes in thirty years east of the river and thirty years west of the river. I'm not that magnanimous. If I can repay something on the spot, I will!"