Xiao Yan Killed a Misty Cloud Sect Deacon Elder?

At the entrance of the Miteer Auction House.

Just as he arrived, Xiao Yan saw Ya Fei standing on the steps.

Dressed in a long red gown, she was exceptionally striking under the sunlight.

Setting aside the shock in her heart, Ya Fei took the initiative to greet him.

"Young Master Xiao Yan, long time no see."

With a smile on her face, she could not hide the astonishment in her eyes.

She dared not slight someone capable of killing an enforcer of the Misty Cloud Sect.

"Miss Ya Fei."

Xiao Yan nodded.

Without exchanging pleasantries, he spoke directly.

"I need some Grade 5 medicinal herbs."

He handed over a list.

Listed on it were seven or eight types of herbs, each one used only for Grade 5 medicinal pills.

After taking the list and glancing at it, Ya Fei looked up.

"What does Young Master Xiao Yan need these herbs for?"

Her tone carried a hint of probing.

Refining pills? Or buying them for someone else?

The youth before her looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Grade 5 herbs were things that only a handful of people in the entire Jia Ma Empire could utilize.

Without answering, Xiao Yan simply looked at her.

Silence was more effective than any answer.

Ya Fei tactfully refrained from asking further.

"Please, follow me."

Miteer Auction House, warehouse district.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the scent of various medicinal herbs rushed toward them.

Ya Fei walked in front, with Xiao Yan following behind.

"Three stalks of Snow Spirit Ginseng."

She took a jade box from the shelf and opened it for inspection.

The quality was good, and the age was sufficient.

"And two stalks of Purple Spirit Ganoderma."

She took down another box.

Xiao Yan glanced at it and nodded.

Grade 5 herbs, each the size of a fingernail, were things he could never afford in the past.

But things were different now.

Now that he possessed the strength of a one-star Dou King, gold coins meant nothing to him.

Ya Fei placed the herbs on the table.

"Young Master Xiao Yan, we have all of these here."

"As for the final herb, the Thousand Spirit Grass, we do not have it in our warehouse."

Xiao Yan frowned slightly.

The Thousand Spirit Grass was the core main ingredient for refining the Spirit Speed Pill.

Without it, the previous herbs were just for show.

"However."

Ya Fei changed the subject, "There happens to be one at today's auction."

Xiao Yan looked at her.

"When does it start?"

"In one hour."

"Take me there."

VIP room.

The best location in the Miteer Auction House.

From here, one could clearly see the entire auction stage, yet those outside could not see in.

Ya Fei personally led him inside and poured a cup of tea.

Sitting down, she did not rush to leave.

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and asked as if casually.

"Young Master Xiao Yan, have you heard about the Misty Cloud Sect?"

Looking at her, Xiao Yan did not speak.

"I heard Elder Ge Ye was killed."

Setting down her cup, she looked at Xiao Yan.

"Does Young Master Xiao Yan know about this?"

"I killed him."

Xiao Yan said indifferently.

Ya Fei's hand froze in mid-air.

She had not expected Xiao Yan to admit it so directly.

Silence stretched for a few seconds.

Ya Fei withdrew her hand, a smile returning to her face.

"Young Master Xiao Yan is truly... unexpected."

Her tone was much more polite than before.

To kill someone from the Misty Cloud Sect and still dare to swagger into an auction house to buy items.

Either he was a fool, or he had nothing to fear.

Xiao Yan was clearly not a fool.

Then there was only one answer: he did not fear the Misty Cloud Sect.

Fifteen years old, and not afraid of the Misty Cloud Sect.

What kind of concept was that?

A stormy sea surged in Ya Fei's heart, yet she revealed nothing on her face.

Having spent so many years in Wutan City, she knew very well what should be said and what should not.

"The auction is about to begin; I will go prepare."

Ya Fei stood up.

"If Young Master Xiao Yan needs anything, just call someone."

Ya Fei walked out of the VIP room.

The moment the door closed, she leaned against the wall and let out a long breath.

A fifteen-year-old Dou Grandmaster? No, to be able to kill a seven-star Dou Grandmaster, he must be at least a Dou Ling, or even...

Ya Fei dared not think further.

Shaking her head, she walked toward the auction stage.

Inside the VIP room.

Xiao Yan picked up his teacup.

The Thousand Spirit Grass must be obtained.

The Spirit Speed Pill would double his cultivation speed; three months was enough for him to raise his strength by a significant margin.

Setting down the cup, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

An hour was neither long nor short.

After closing his eyes for a while, movement came from downstairs.

The auction had begun.

Looking down through the glass, the hall was already packed with people.

Although Wutan City was not large, there were plenty of wealthy people.

Ya Fei stood on the auction stage; today, she was even more dazzling than usual.

She had swapped her red dress for a purple one, and her hair was styled differently.

"Welcome, everyone, to today's auction."

Her voice was crisp, carrying a unique, soft charm.

"The first auction item: a Tier 3 medicinal pill, the Qi Recovery Pill."

"Consuming it allows for the recovery of a vast amount of Dou Qi in a short period; at a critical moment, it is equivalent to having an extra life."

"The starting bid is fifty thousand gold coins."

Someone in the audience immediately raised a placard.

"Fifty-five thousand."

"Sixty thousand."

"Seventy thousand."

Xiao Yan watched the commotion below without the slightest interest.

A Tier 3 pill was of no use to him right now.

His sole purpose for coming here was the Thousand Spirit Grass.

The auction continued.

A Tier 2 cultivation method? No interest.

A Tier 4 Dou Technique? Still no interest.

Rare ores? Even less interest.

Every time Ya Fei announced an item, she would glance toward the VIP room.

She knew what Xiao Yan was waiting for.

Item after item was sold off, and time ticked away second by second.

"I believe someone will be interested in this next item."

Ya Fei took a jade box from an attendant and opened it.

A grass, green throughout its entire body, lay inside, emitting a faint halo.

"A Tier 5 medicinal herb, the Thousand Spirit Grass."

"I don't need to say much about its effects; those who know, naturally know."

"The starting bid is two hundred thousand gold coins."

The hall was quiet for a moment, then someone raised a placard.

"Two hundred and ten thousand."

"Two hundred and twenty thousand."

"Two hundred and fifty thousand."

Xiao Yan watched from above, not rushing to bid.

By the time the price climbed to three hundred thousand, the number of people raising placards had clearly dwindled.

"Three hundred and ten thousand."

A middle-aged man dressed in fine robes shouted.

"Three hundred and twenty thousand."

Another voice rang out.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand."

Xiao Yan raised his placard.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The guest in the VIP room had made a move.

Ya Fei glanced at the VIP room, her face expressionless.

"The guest in the VIP room bids three hundred and sixty thousand."

"Are there any higher bids?"

The middle-aged man's expression turned ugly; he hesitated for a long time before failing to raise his placard again.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand, going once."

"Three hundred and sixty thousand, going twice."

"Three hundred and sixty thousand, going three times."

The gavel fell.

"Sold."

Xiao Yan put down the placard.

The Thousand Spirit Grass was his.

Backstage at the auction house.

When Xiao Yan walked in, the Thousand Spirit Grass had already been packed.

Ya Fei personally handed over the jade box.

"Young Master Xiao Yan, this is your Thousand Spirit Grass."

Taking it, Xiao Yan opened it to take a look.

The quality was excellent, even better than he had anticipated.

"How much?"

"Three hundred and sixty thousand."

He took out his card and held it out.

Ya Fei did not take it, looking at him as if she were making a decision.

A moment later, she spoke.

"Consider this Thousand Spirit Grass a gift from the Miteer Auction House to Young Master Xiao Yan."

No payment.

A free gift.

Xiao Yan looked at her without saying a word.

"Young Master Xiao Yan need not overthink it."

Ya Fei smiled.

"Just consider it a way to make a friend."

"Fine."

Without standing on ceremony, Xiao Yan took the jade box and turned to leave.

Watching his retreating figure, Ya Fei remained where she stood.

Over three hundred thousand gold coins, given away just like that.

Under normal circumstances, she would never do such a thing.

But Xiao Yan was different.

Someone who could kill a deacon of the Misty Cloud Sect at fifteen years old would have limitless potential in the future.

Was three hundred thousand gold coins worth the chance to build a connection?

It was.

Walking out of the auction house, Xiao Yan looked back once.

Miteer Auction House.

Ya Fei.

He knew clearly that the woman was not running a charity.

Giving him the Thousand Spirit Grass for free was an investment in his potential.

But it didn't matter.

What was taken was taken; he would simply repay the favor if the opportunity arose in the future.

Stowing the jade box away, Xiao Yan headed toward the Xiao Clan.