A Bountiful Harvest, "Fishing," and Han Feng's Excitement

Yuan Yi swallowed hard. As one of the top Dou Huang expert in the Black-Corner Region and the tenth-ranked sect leader of the Eight-Fan Sect on the Black Ranking List, he rarely felt nervous or fearful.

But now, he was extremely nervous.

Only a Dou Zong expert or Sixth-Rank Alchemist could be willing to serve a high-level Dou Emperor by his side.

Neither of them is someone he can afford to offend.

Looking at the nervous Yuan Yi, Xiao Yan had an idea.

He sat back down and beckoned with his finger.

Yuan Yi immediately flew down from the air, bent over, and dared not be taller than Xiao Yan was sitting down.

"My lord, please give me your request!" Yuan Yi said humbly.

His attitude caused the others in the auction room to show strange expressions.

How could a powerful figure ranked tenth on the Black Ranking be so humble?

Xiao Yan stared at Yuan Yi, remaining silent for a long time.

Yuan Yi maintained a half-squatting posture. As a Dou Huang expert, he naturally wouldn't get tired, but the mental pressure caused beads of sweat to seep from his forehead.

Inside the auction house, no one dared to utter a sound, clearly out of fear of Xiao Yan.

Finally, at a certain moment, when Yuan Yi felt so much pressure that her eyes became unfocused, Xiao Yan finally spoke.

"The Black-Seal Auction was well done."

Yuan Yi breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed, "You flatter me! You are too kind!"

Xiao Yan continued, "The items you're auctioning are quite good."

Yuan Yi immediately understood Xiao Yan's meaning. Suppressing the pain in her heart, she forced a smile and said, "If you like it, that would be wonderful. You can take all the items in this auction except for the last one. I will handle the rest with the auctioneer."

Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed. "Why is the last one unacceptable?!"

Yuan Yi panicked, beads of sweat immediately dripping down his face. He hurriedly said, "My lord, please calm down! That last item was requested by Medicine Emperor Han Feng. I really can't afford to offend him!"

Xiao Yan clearly felt the ring fluctuate slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. He said firmly, "You can think of a solution later if you offend him."

If you offend me, you can start thinking about where you'll be born in your next life right now.

Yuan Yi wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I'll say it once now, give me the thing now." Xiao Yan opened his palm, and the red Myriad Beast Spirit Flame rose up, with the phantoms of Myriad Beast roaring at Yuan Yi, as if they were about to tear him to pieces in the next second.

Yuan Yi paused for a moment, a look of 'I really have no choice' on her face, and helplessly walked behind the crystal platform, putting each item into her Storage Ring and handing it to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan took the Storage Ring and opened it. In addition to the items that had already been auctioned, there were various Cultivation Technique, Dou Skill, and medicinal prescriptions. Among them, a Earth Fire Lingzhi was the main ingredient for Tier 6 Medicinal Pill, which was a pleasant surprise.

In addition, the Earth Rank Dou Skill, Three Thousand Lightning Movement, was also listed. Xiao Yan himself did not intend to learn it, as he would not need it. He had too many Dou Skill in his mind, and he had already decided to choose a high-rank Earth -Earth Rank fire-type Dou Skill to learn.

However, the Three Thousand Lightning Movement is still a very good movement and Dou Skill, and he plans to let his second brother, Xiao Li, learn it, as their attributes are compatible.

He probed the Storage Ring with his Soul Power and finally found a perfectly stored pill.

Xiao Yan withdrew his Soul Power. Seeing how sensible Yuan Yi was and how he held nothing back, he smiled with satisfaction and waved to Hai Bodong: "Elder Hai, it's time to leave."

Hai Bodong landed in the air, walked to Xiao Yan's side, and nodded.

The two swaggered away without paying a single penny. As they reached the exit, Xiao Yan casually flicked the ice sculpture Fan Ling into ice powder.

They left the Black-Seal Auction House.

Hai Bodong then asked, "Young friend, are you just going to let the Eight-Fan Sect Master go so easily?"

Xiao Yan nodded. "Yes."

Hai Bodong looked puzzled. "Young friend, this isn't like you. Do you have some kind of plan?"

After asking, Hai Bodong hurriedly added, "Of course, if there are any plans you'd rather not discuss, then it's best if you don't."

Xiao Yan smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Elder Hai, there's nothing I can't say."

"I let Yuan Yi go because I wanted him to spread my reputation."

To gain a foothold in the Black-Corner Region, this is essential; with a reputation, many things become easier.

"Furthermore, I also want to use him to pass on a message to someone, to try and reel them in."

Hai Bodong said thoughtfully, "I see."

Xiao Yan glanced at it and said, "Elder Hai, if you didn't understand, just say you didn't understand. There's no need to pretend to be smart."

Upon hearing this, Hai Bodong scratched his head and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, I really didn't understand, but young friend, just say what you need to say, and I will not refuse."

Xiao Yan nodded, his expression inscrutable, and continued to play the riddle-maker, "Elder Hai, some things are not as simple as they seem on the surface."

Hai Bodong didn't answer, but instead asked, "Young friend, wouldn't it be more satisfying to forcibly seize an item than to pay for it?"

Xiao Yan maintained his serious expression, a slight smile playing on his lips, "That's true."

The Black-Seal Auction thus ended in a farce.

This auction was undoubtedly a failure. The guest was beaten to death on the spot, and all the items were stolen. This was undoubtedly a major blow to the entire Black Seal Auction House and even the Eight-Fan Sect.

Inside the auction house.

Yuan Yi, his face grim, pushed open the door to a reception room.

The moment he pushed open the door, he controlled his expression, put on a smile, and looked at the important figure sitting in the reception room.

"Your Majesty the Medicine Emperor!" Yuan Yi bowed and scraped, showing none of the airs of a Dou Huang expert, proving he could bend and stretch.

Han Feng nodded casually and asked, "To whom did you auction off my pills? Did you agree to my auction demands?"

Yuan Yi rubbed his hands together and chuckled awkwardly.

Han Feng frowned and looked at Yuan Yi: "I'm asking you a question!"

Yuan Yi looked helpless and said, "I'm sorry, Medicine Emperor, your pills have been stolen."

Han Feng stood up instantly and shouted angrily, "What did you say?!"

Yuan Yi adopted a submissive expression and let Han Feng vent his emotions.

Han Feng clenched his fists, filled with regret.

There are two forces involved in the auction industry in the Black-Corner Region: the Eight-Fan Sect and the Black Emperor Sect.

He feared that the Black Emperor Sect was too powerful and would bully others, Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill he had painstakingly refined using the Sea Heart Flame would be directly taken by Mo Tianxing.

That's why he settled for the Eight-Fan Sect as a second choice.

I had planned to use the Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill to exchange for two conditions: to get the forces that won the auction to help provide some manpower in preparation for a future attack on the Jia Nan Academy to seize the Fallen Heart Flame. But now it's all for nothing, all for nothing!

"Yuan Yi!" Flames appeared in Han Feng's hand, and his killing intent intensified.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Yi hurriedly retreated, shouting, "Medicine Emperor, the person who forcibly stole your pills also possesses Heavenly Flames; I am no match for him!"

Han Feng paused, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented light. "Heavenly Flames?!"

"Say it again, what does that person possess?!"