A Young Master Like Jade, A Million Divine Birds

"Brother, you're a shill for the auction house, aren't you?"

Song Chengan paused for a moment before speaking.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yun quickly covered his mouth.

"Brother Song, don't talk nonsense!"

"Someone could die!"

He cautiously glanced around.

"You can't accuse me of that!"

"You bid on almost every auction item."

"But you didn't win any of them in the end."

Song Chengan said.

"Whether it was that Women's Magic Robe, or the Soul Devouring Pill that only Demonic Cultivators can use, or even the flying boat, you bid on all of them."

"I just didn't have the money to win them."

"You bid up to nine thousand Talisman Coins for the magic robe, but you stopped bidding on the Soul Devouring Pill at three thousand."

"From the beginning until now, you haven't spent a single Talisman Coin."

"The magic robe was for my lover, but when it reached nine thousand Talisman Coins, I realized I didn't love her that much anymore."

"The Soul Devouring Pill was for an uncle who went down the wrong path and joined the Demonic Sect. But halfway through the bidding, I remembered a vow I made in my youth to kill all evil demons and heretics in the world, so I plan to disown him when I get back." Tang Yun said calmly.

"What about the Storage Magic Tool?"

"I have a Storage Magic Tool that's a zhang square, so I can use it for now."

"And that sword of Magic Treasure grade..."

"This sword was a gift from my master when I graduated. But then I thought, wouldn't it be a betrayal of my master if I traded it away?" Tang Yun took out his weapon from his Storage Magic Tool.

"And that Three-Eyed Demonic Ox..."

"I was born in the Year of the Ox. Wouldn't riding it be like riding myself?"

"That item..."

"Hold on, Brother Song!"

Tang Yun said as he bent down.

He picked up a pill from the ground.

"Brother Song, I found this second-grade pill, the Wonderful Grass Pill, on the ground. It's a healing pill that can instantly recover from any injury that isn't fatal."

"Brother Song, is it yours?"

He said, stuffing the pill into Song Chengan's hand.

Song Chengan was astonished as he looked at the pill in his hand.

Guilt followed closely behind.

He felt like he wasn't a good person at all.

Tang Yun, a stranger he had just met, was patiently explaining the intricacies of the auction house to him.

Yet, he had judged Tang Yun with a villain's heart, suspecting him of being an auction shill.

He truly wasn't a good person.

Song Chengan carefully put the pill away.

This was a second-grade pill!

"Brother Tang, perhaps I was mistaken just now and misunderstood you."

"To be honest, I have some needs too."

"But I don't know what to bid on. See what you think is suitable for me later and tell me!"

Tang Yun's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Alright, then brother will help you consider it!"

After that, Tang Yun started bidding in different voices.

Occasionally, he would let Song Chengan bid once or twice.

In short, the auction went smoothly.

"Esteemed guests, what we will be auctioning next is the highlight of this grand event."

"A Golden-Eyed White Eagle."

As the steward spoke, a bird confined in a cage appeared on the auction stage.

The bird was similar in size to an ordinary owl, with crimson eyes and feathers as white as snow.

"The Golden-Eyed White Eagle, a rare breed possessing the bloodline of an Ancient Roc."

"Once it matures, it will possess half-step Golden Core strength."

"Furthermore, as the king of the skies, even ordinary Golden Core cultivators can't do anything to it."

"It will undoubtedly be a great help to all Fellow Daoists."

"Of course, the most important thing is that this Golden-Eyed White Eagle's bloodline is extremely excellent. If it has the opportunity, it might even advance further."

"Bloodline evolution of the Demon Race... Everyone, you all know what that means, don't you?"

"Please, place your bids."

The auction house fell silent.

Song Chengan looked at the listless white eagle in the cage, his heart stirred.

What a magnificent bird.

"This is a divine bird."

Tang Yun nodded. "This is a descendant of an ancient divine beast."

"It's worth a thousand gold."

"Should we bid?"

Tang Yun shook his head.

"We don't need to bid on this."

"Someone else might find a bargain on other items, but for a divine bird like this, the important figures upstairs will recognize its value far more!"

"Not only will it not be cheap, but its price will soar through the roof!"

"Starting bid, fifty thousand Talisman Coins!"

"That low?" Song Chengan said.

"This item's price will be driven up, the starting bid doesn't matter."

"Besides, the auction house has real people controlling the prices."

"There are also decoys upstairs?" Song Chengan lowered his voice upon hearing this.

Tang Yun coughed a few times.

Song Chengan quickly corrected himself, "Upstairs... there are also people who need it?"

Tang Yun gave him a look of 'a teachable child': "Precisely."

"One hundred thousand."

A faint voice rang out.

Song Chengan and Tang Yun looked up.

They saw a young man emerge from a private room on the seventh floor.

The young man had short hair and a face as beautiful as jade.

He wore white robes embroidered with magic patterns, which shimmered with a flowing aura.

One could tell at a glance that it was an item of considerable value.

The young man leaned on the railing, gazing calmly at the auction stage below.

"One hundred and fifteen thousand!"

Someone on the third floor bid.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

"One hundred and sixty thousand Talisman Coins."

"Two hundred thousand."

"Two hundred and ten thousand."

"Young Master, from which faction do you hail?"

"Would you be willing to cede this white eagle to this humble woman?"

A pleasant voice came from another private room on the seventh floor.

"Four hundred thousand."

The young man stretched lazily.

"Young friend, are you a distinguished guest from the capital?"

"I am from the Mo family of Taixuan City, skilled in beast taming. Would you be so kind as to show some leniency?"

An aged voice sounded.

"The Mo family?"

"The Mo family of the Liangzhou Provincial Governor?"

As these words were spoken, many people's expressions changed.

"Four hundred and twenty thousand."

"One million."

"This..."

As soon as these words were spoken.

No one spoke.

Whether it was City Lord Mo.

Or the woman who had just spoken, neither of them said another word.

They were clearly intimidated by this nonchalant young man.

"One million and one thousand."

"You bastard!"

"Are you looking for death?"

Song Chengan cursed inwardly.

With a whoosh, he jumped away.

Because the one bidding was none other than Tang Yun.

It was one thing for the other people from Langya Pavilion to raise the price.

But for you to raise the price too? You're crazy!

This is someone who doesn't even give City Lord Mo face, and you dare to raise the price!

Tang Yun's voice trembled.

The young master's gaze swept over.

It was still indifferent.

He glanced over casually, then looked away.

But with just that glance, even though it wasn't directed at Song Chengan, Song Chengan's scalp tingled!

A master!

A true master!

This was someone he absolutely could not contend with!

Whether it was his cultivation or anything else!

"Two million," his voice remained calm.

Silence!

Silence so profound that a needle drop could be heard!

The auctioneer, an old steward, was covered in cold sweat.

He wished he could strangle Tang Yun to death right now.

You think you can afford to raise the price?

Are you trying to get Langya Pavilion killed?

"Two million, first call!"

"Two million, first call!"

"Sold for two million!"

He didn't dare to hesitate and quickly brought down the gavel.

"I don't have any Talisman Coins," the young master said indifferently.

The steward's expression changed upon hearing this. "What does Young Master mean by this?"

This person was unfamiliar, and he didn't know the other party's identity.

It wasn't just him; many people didn't know.

Perhaps only the master behind Langya Pavilion knew.

"Literally," the young master said, waving his hand.

A long sword shot out like lightning, embedding itself in the floor in front of the old steward.

"One High-grade Spirit Artifact."

"According to your market price, it should be worth around two million seven hundred thousand Talisman Coins."

"Is that enough?"

He said indifferently.

The old steward picked up the sword.

After examining it.

"It's enough!"

"It's enough!"

He exclaimed in surprise.

Today, the auction house had almost made a profit of over two million Talisman Coins for free!

This was a tremendous contribution!

His master would surely bestow countless rewards!

At this moment, someone rushed onto the stage and whispered something in the old steward's ear.

"This old servant will send the Golden Eagle to Young Master Jiang's private room immediately!"

The old steward's expression turned respectful, and he bowed to the young man.

"No need."

Young Master Jiang said indifferently.

Then, with a wave of his hand.

A white True Qi transformed into a large hand, and in an instant, the cage that had imprisoned the Golden-Eyed White Eagle was in his grasp.

He appraised the Golden-Eyed White Eagle, then looked at the old steward.

"May I have your surname?"

The old steward bowed, somewhat overwhelmed with flattery, "This old servant's surname is Hou."

Young Master Jiang nodded, "Steward Hou, please help me open the doors of the auction house."

Although Steward Hou was confused, he still clapped his hands and had people open the doors of the auction house.

"Thank you!"

"Young Master Jiang, you're welc—" Before Steward Hou could finish speaking, his face changed drastically. "Quick, catch it!"

It turned out that Young Master Jiang had waved his hand, dispelling the magic formation on the cage that was suppressing the Golden-Eyed White Eagle, and then casually opened the cage.

Seizing the opportunity, the Golden-Eyed White Eagle immediately rushed out of the cage, about to escape.

Steward Hou was in a panic.

He quickly ordered people to catch the white eagle.

As an auction house, they had an obligation to ensure that guests left with their purchased items.

As Steward Hou's words fell, several figures with powerful auras appeared and moved towards the Golden-Eyed White Eagle.

"Everyone, stop, let it go."

"I believe such a divine bird should soar freely in the heavens and earth for its entire life."

A faint voice rang out.

Then, a terrifying aura swept through the entire auction.

Everyone was suppressed and unable to move.

It was that Young Master Jiang.

However, this suppression lasted only for a moment.

Because the bird had already flown out of the auction house, out of Taixuan City, and disappeared into the distance.

"So flashy!"

Song Chengan exclaimed.

That was over two million!

It just flew away like that!

Who is this show-off?

He spent nearly three million just to say, 'I believe such a divine bird should soar freely in the heavens and earth for its entire life.'

Each bid increased by hundreds of thousands, even millions!

And Song Chengan would have to save for a year to buy a Storage Magic Tool.

Damn it, why am I not rich?

Young Master Jiang had disappeared at some point.

But Song Chengan's mind was filled with images of him.

Immensely handsome, incredibly wealthy, and with peerless talent.

Song Chengan's good mood from picking up a second-grade pill vanished, replaced by an even worse one!

"So, so f*cking awesome... awesome!"

Tang Yun's voice trembled.

He slumped to the ground.

Soaked through.

He was scared.

He felt like he'd gone insane.

How could he have been so stupid to bid that extra ten thousand?

"Brother Song, give me a hand!"

Song Chengan helped him up.

"You're amazing!"

"How did you dare to bid against Brother Show-off?"

"Brother Show-off?"

Song Chengan said, "That's this Young Master Jiang."

"That's true."

Tang Yun said, "He bids a million, then three million, and then just lets it go. What a show-off!"

"So pretentious!"

"Didn't you see his eyes when he was leaning over the railing!"

"The nickname you gave this Young Master Jiang is well-deserved!" Tang Yun agreed.

"Right, Brother Song, where are you from?"

"Lingqiu County."

"Lingqiu, that's a small place." He said, "Brother Song, do you want to find a job at Langya Pavilion?"

"I think our cooperation today was seamless."

Find a job?

Seeing Tang Yun's flushed, excited face, it was clear he'd get a good cut of that million Talisman Coins.

He'd practically become rich overnight.

But Song Chengan felt it was better not to.

Even though it paid well.

But the people sitting here were all influential figures, especially the big shots on the seventh floor.

With their abilities, did they really not know Tang Yun was bidding from the crowd?

They just didn't expose him out of respect for Langya Pavilion.

If they were displeased one day, Tang Yun might be vented upon and die without knowing why.

It was too dangerous.

Song Chengan felt it was better not to take the job.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Brother Tang, but I, Song, am used to being a rogue cultivator and don't like being constrained."

Tang Yun looked regretful, "What a pity. Brother Song and I truly hit it off at first sight."

"Is it raining?"

"It's not rain!"

"It's Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers!"

Song Chengan looked up.

He saw several women holding umbrellas descending from the seventh floor of Langya Pavilion.

Colorful robes fluttered, and with the falling flower petals came pills!

"It's Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers!"

"Quick, grab them!"

"Brother Song, hurry!"

Tang Yun took off all the jade thumb rings on his hands and lunged towards the nearest pill!

Song Chengan was also quick, grabbing a falling pill.

"Remember, Brother Song, you can use your cultivation, but you can't hurt anyone."

Tang Yun said as he reached for the next pill.