In Zhou You's experience, everyone from Fanmi looked barely human and far closer to demons and monsters.
The only possible exception was the old monk who had used Maitreya Descends. But he belonged to the Chan school, and by the time Zhou You met him, he had nearly lost his mind. He hardly counted.
So Zhou You instinctively recoiled at the thought of Fanmi entering Han territory. But as he had already noted, it had little to do with this scenario. Right now, he had only two problems to deal with.
First, the Tianyuan Conference.
Second, those immortals whose strength he couldn't gauge.
As for everything else... he couldn't worry that far ahead.
In the short time it took to drink half a cup of tea, the bidding had already reached two thousand taels of gold. This scenario had several major gold mines, so the exchange rate against silver was not quite so extreme: roughly three or four taels of silver to one tael of gold.
Even so, the sum was staggering.
"Two thousand taels of gold! Two thousand taels! Any more bids? This is the first proper shipment to come in from Fanmi, and they've brought this treasure out to make a splash. Miss it now, and who knows how long you'll wait for another..."
Unfortunately, the pool of potential buyers seemed too small. No matter how hard he tried to drum up interest, nobody bid again.
With no other choice, he brought down the hammer.
"Very well. Congratulations to our guest on winning the Corpse Mother Homa Formation for two thousand taels. Please settle your payment, and we'll have it delivered to your residence. Now, the next lot!" The host put on another broad smile.
"Our next lot is also human merchandise. Unlike the last one, though, this