Xue Beng Picks a Fight? Qian Renxue: Just You Wait and See How You Die! (Please Keep Reading!)

Sure enough, under the Crown Prince's Residence's influence, the Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Silkworm was successfully won by them.

The main event followed right after.

The auctioneer lifted the red silk, revealing a translucent piece of jade marrow that radiated a bone-chilling cold.

"Next, one of the highlights of this secret auction: the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow!

The starting bid is five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

Just as Xue Qinghe was about to bid, a deliberately haughty voice rang out from the box next door:

"This prince bids six hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!

I, Xue Beng, want this!"

Shui Bing'er furrowed her delicate brows and murmured,

"Xue Beng?

He doesn't even have an ice-type Martial Soul. Why would he try to buy the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow?"

"He's doing it on purpose."

Huang Yan sneered, his eyes turning cold.

"Anything 'Xue Qinghe' wants, he sticks his nose into, just to annoy Xiao Xue and test her while he's at it."

Qian Renxue's expression was as calm as still water. She didn't even lift an eyelid, simply naming a price in an even tone:

"One million."

In the box next door, Xue Beng's breath caught when he heard the figure.

Then he gritted his teeth and called out again, refusing to back down:

"One million, one hundred thousand!

Big Brother, aren't you always preaching thrift?

Why are you throwing money around for a mere piece of ice?"

Hearing the barb in Xue Beng's question, Shui Bing'er looked at Qian Renxue with concern.

"Miss Qian, the price has already gone far beyond its worth. The Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow is rare, but one million Gold Soul Coins is already the limit."

"It's fine."

Qian Renxue remained unconcerned and even lifted her teacup for a sip.

"The Heaven Dou Imperial Family has no shortage of money.

Since he wants to play, I'll play along to the end.

One million, five hundred thousand."

To Qian Renxue, it was all Xue Qinghe's money anyway.

She didn't mind paying over the odds for the Snow Silkworm.

It would also leave Huang Yan with a good impression of her.

At that price, the entire auction hall fell silent.

In the box next door, Xue Beng's face flushed red.

He clenched his fists and was just about to raise the bid again when Prince Xue Xing grabbed his arm and held him back, quietly scolding him.

In the end, Xue Beng could only slap the table in frustration and fall silent.

"One million, five hundred thousand, once! One million, five hundred thousand, twice! One million, five hundred thousand, three times!

Sold!

Congratulations to the esteemed guests in Box One of the Heaven tier!"

As the gavel fell, Shui Bing'er secretly let out a breath of relief. She looked at Qian Renxue with a complicated expression.

"Miss Qian, you've spent so much on my behalf. I truly don't know how to thank you."

Qian Renxue turned slightly to look at Shui Bing'er, a warm yet inscrutable smile playing at her lips.

"Miss Bing'er, there's no need to take it to heart.

As I said, since you're Third Granduncle's disciple, you're no outsider to me.

Besides..."

At this, Qian Renxue deliberately paused, her beautiful eyes glancing ever so faintly at Huang Yan.

"As long as it benefits Huang Yan, a mere few Gold Soul Coins mean nothing to me.

His Martial Soul Fusion Skill will grow stronger, and that will be a great help to me as well, won't it?"

Even so, Qian Renxue was deeply displeased that Xue Beng had deliberately driven up the price.

In her eyes, if not for the need to keep up appearances, she should have arranged for Xue Beng and the other two princes to suffer "accidental deaths" years ago.

Xue Beng, just you wait!

Hearing those words, "for Huang Yan," Shui Bing'er unconsciously tightened her grip around his arm. That sense of crisis welled up inside her again.

Seeing this, Huang Yan quickly smiled and smoothed things over.

"Xiao Xue, words can't express my gratitude. I'll remember this kindness.

If you ever need me to step in, just say the word."

"That's all I need to hear."

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Qian Renxue's eyes as she stood.

"Come on. Let's go to the back to collect the medicinal materials.

And I should go see my 'dear little brother' and find out just how colorful his expression is now."

The corridors of the Heaven Dou Auction House were dimly lit.

Xue Beng approached with a face so gloomy it could have dripped water, while Prince Xue Xing followed behind him with an unreadable expression.

"Big Brother certainly knows how to spend."

Xue Beng stopped in front of them and gave a sarcastic snort.

"You spent 1.5 million Gold Soul Coins on a lump of ice. What would Father think if he knew how recklessly you were spending?"

Qian Renxue clasped her hands behind her back. She still looked every bit the refined gentleman, but her voice carried the authority of an imperial crown prince.

"Fourth Brother, Father has always taught us not to let a treasure slip away.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow is of great use to me, so naturally I had to secure it.

But you knew I was determined to get it and still deliberately drove up the price, making the auction house earn hundreds of thousands of extra Gold Soul Coins for nothing.

If Father asks about this needless expense, how will Imperial Uncle Xue Xing explain your actions?"

Prince Xue Xing's expression changed slightly. He tugged at Xue Beng's sleeve and forced a smile.

"Your Highness is taking this too seriously.

Xue Beng is just young and got carried away when he saw something he liked.

Since the item is yours now, we won't keep you.

Xue Beng, let's go."

Xue Beng glared fiercely at Huang Yan, then stormed away, sweeping his sleeve aside.

Watching the two leave, Huang Yan gave a faint smile.

"That prince's acting skills are getting better and better."

"Just a clown. Ignore him."

Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze and led them into the auction house's collection room.

The auction house's manager had been waiting there respectfully.

A moment later, two exquisite boxes of cold jade were brought out. Inside lay the Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Silkworm and the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow.

After paying the Gold Soul Coins, Qian Renxue pushed both boxes in front of Shui Bing'er.

"Miss Bing'er, take them."

Shui Bing'er looked at the jade boxes, which radiated a startling chill. Her hands trembled slightly as she hesitated.

"Your Highness, these are far too valuable.

I can't accept 1.5 million Gold Soul Coins."

"I told you, there's no need to stand on ceremony with me."

Qian Renxue looked at her warmly, but her tone left no room for refusal.

"The Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow is extremely hard to find, and it will greatly benefit your Ice Phoenix Martial Soul.

If you can break through to Soul King or even Soul Emperor soon, the power of your Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Huang Yan will double.

That will be the greatest guarantee for my plans in the future.

So this money is well spent."

Huang Yan gently patted Shui Bing'er on the shoulder and spoke softly.

"Bing'er, since Xiao Xue says so, just accept it.

Words can't express our gratitude. We'll remember this kindness."

Shui Bing'er looked at Huang Yan, then at the "Xue Qinghe" before her.

At last, she took a deep breath, put the jade boxes into her Soul Tool, and bowed.

"Since you insist, then I won't refuse.

Thank you, Your Highness, for your generosity."

"There's no need to thank me."

Qian Renxue turned slightly to avoid her bow. Her beautiful eyes lingered on Shui Bing'er's elegant, captivating face as she spoke in a low voice, her expression half-amused.

"If you must thank someone, thank yourself for finding such a good man.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been willing to part with 1.5 million Gold Soul Coins."