"Th-this—"
Mei Zhuang's heart stirred. He hurriedly bowed with clasped hands. "Young Master, I... wouldn't dare overstep."
"If you want it, you want it. If you don't, you don't. How is that overstepping?"
Ji Yuan seemed amused.
Hearing that, Mei Zhuang finally gritted his teeth. "I want it!"
Before Ji Yuan could speak, he hurriedly added, "But I know I haven't accomplished anything for you yet, Young Master. How could I ask for the Secret of Spirit Transformation?"
"Even if I do want it, I should wait until I've earned merit in your service."
Ji Yuan finally laughed. "All right. We'll do as you say."
With that, he raised a hand and put away everything on the table concerning the Secret of Spirit Transformation.
Mei Zhuang's mouth opened instinctively. What he really wanted to say was, It would be even better if the Young Master rewarded me now.
But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't muster the courage.
After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, the auction resumed. As the second half began, the items gradually grew rarer.
Most were meant to improve the Demon Race's bloodlines.
Second- and Third-Grade demons, along with some mixed-blood demons, valued them especially highly. Their bloodline was essentially their aptitude: the purer it was, the faster they cultivated.
Ji Yuan had no need for them.
Every one of his spirit pets had already been purifying its bloodline step by step through evolution.
As for Long Fei and Long Yun, Ji Yuan reckoned becoming True Dragons was only a matter of time for them.
So Ji Yuan made no more bids during the second half, watching quietly instead. Now the bidders were no longer limited to the Spirit Transformation Demon Cultivators in the first-floor hall.
Even the Demon Cultivators