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Feng Siyue waved her hand.
The men quickly kowtowed in thanks and ran out like rabbits.
Feng Wanqing clenched her teeth in frustration. Now, this woman had left a good impression on everyone, which was not what she wanted to see.
Manager Bai, with a smile on his face, praised Feng Siyue several times and then had someone count the treasures on the ground.
The count was completed quickly.
There were dozens of manuals of various ranks, nearly a hundred magical artifacts, hundreds of pills, and some spiritual herbs…
Finally, Manager Bai offered a price of ten million low-grade spirit stones.
Feng Wanqing gasped inwardly. She knew Manager Bai’s offer was certainly not low, but this price was exceptionally high!
In Manager Bai’s eyes, was this woman really that important?
She was extremely jealous. If she had met the masked man before, maybe today she would be a distinguished guest of the Wandao Chamber of Commerce, and this Han Yue wouldn’t have had a chance.
“Thank you, Manager Bai. However, ten million is a bit high. Let me give you a few more pills.”
Feng Siyue produced a small jade bottle and handed it to Manager Bai.
Jiang Lintao sneered. “A few pills are worth nothing in spirit stones. Today, you’ve made a big profit!”
“Senior Brother, don’t say that. Maybe Miss Han Yue has produced an eighth-grade pill worth ten million spirit stones,” Feng Wanqing said deliberately.
Jiang Lintao laughed heartily. “Junior Sister, you are too naive. How could she possibly have an eighth-grade pill! Since the Pill King of the Tianqi Pill Sect fell a hundred years ago, there have been no eighth-grade alchemists in the world!”
However, at that moment, the mocking smile on his face froze at the corners of his mouth.
Because Manager Bai had opened the small jade bottle and poured out two purple pills!
As soon as the pills appeared, an extremely rich medicinal fragrance filled the entire hall, making everyone feel refreshed and invigorated.
“Eighth-grade pills!”
Feng Wanqing was dumbfounded, her voice involuntarily raised and becoming shrill.
“How is this possible!”
Jiang Lintao rubbed his eyes hard, wondering if there was something wrong with his vision.
Pills are distinguished by their color: white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and gold, corresponding to grades one to nine.
The highest-grade alchemist ever to appear on the Abyss Continent was an eighth-grade alchemist, the Pill King, who was the leader of the Tianqi Pill Sect.
However, the Pill King had passed away a hundred years ago, and the eighth-grade pills left on the continent had long been consumed. How could there still be any remaining today?
So, seeing these two purple pills, people’s first reaction was disbelief.
But the overwhelmingly rich medicinal fragrance in the air couldn’t deceive anyone, nor could the pure, translucent purple pills. These were definitely eighth-grade pills!
Even the well-informed Manager Bai couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
“Miss Han Yue, such precious pills, you should keep them yourself. These two pills alone are worth fifty million!”
Rarity increases value. A few years ago, the chamber auctioned an eighth-grade pill made by the Pill King a hundred years ago, which sold for nearly twenty million.
Eighth-grade pills are used up one by one, and their price will only continue to rise until an eighth-grade alchemist appears again.
“Are these pills really that valuable?”
Feng Siyue wasn’t very familiar with the market value of pills. In the past few years in the Ghost Realm, her masters rarely gave her and her two children pills to consume. Their talents were so high that they didn’t need pills to enhance their abilities.
If she had known that her third master’s pills were so valuable, she wouldn’t have bothered staying up late to rob people. What a missed opportunity.
“Of course. Currently, the highest-grade alchemists on the continent are seventh-grade. Until an eighth-grade alchemist appears, the price of eighth-grade pills will only keep rising.”
Manager Bai put the pills back into the jade bottle and returned it to Feng Siyue.
Feng Siyue didn’t accept it. “I’ll sell them to you for forty million. I don’t need them anyway.”
“Ah… these are worth much more than forty million. If you want to sell them, you can auction them here…”
“No need. Since you generously bought my items at a premium price, let the profit from these pills be yours.”
Feng Siyue said without hesitation. After all, she still had plenty of eighth-grade pills.
Seeing Feng Siyue’s nonchalant demeanor, Feng Wanqing was consumed with jealousy.
Where did this woman get eighth-grade pills? How could she have such good luck?
She took a deep breath, put on a fake smile, and asked Feng Siyue, “Miss Han Yue, may I ask where you got these two eighth-grade pills?”
Feng Siyue glanced at her with a blank expression. “Since you know it’s rude to ask, why are you still asking? Are we very familiar with each other?”
Feng Wanqing watched helplessly as Feng Siyue ignored her and left with the purple crystal spirit stone card given by the Wandao Chamber of Commerce. She was so angry that she felt like her lungs were about to explode.
She had spoken to the other woman kindly, but Feng Siyue had given her no respect in return and even humiliated her in front of so many people, making her lose face.
“Junior Sister Feng, let’s go.”
Jiang Lintao pulled Feng Wanqing away and found a secluded spot. He said to her, “Junior Sister, this woman is too arrogant. She dared to ignore you. Senior Brother will definitely teach her a lesson!”
Feng Wanqing felt a surge of joy but put on a wronged expression. “Forget it, Senior Brother. Her background seems mysterious, and she even has eighth-grade pills. Her background might be very deep. It’s not worth it for you to offend her for my sake.”
“Hmph!” Jiang Lintao snorted. “She probably just got lucky and stumbled upon some treasures. Does she really think she’s the disciple of the Sword God just because she has the Heavenly Mystery Sword? Junior Sister, let me tell you, she won’t be able to keep her Tianmen Sword Sect!”
Feng Wanqing looked at him in surprise. “Senior Brother, what do you mean?”
“I overheard my father and the Vice Principal talking about the Cultivator Alliance yesterday.” He whispered in Feng Wanqing’s ear.
“The Cultivator Alliance has just set a rule that all sects in our Northern Abyss must send representatives to participate in the Sect Competition. Those who do not participate will not be recognized as a sect and must disband!”
A flash of joy appeared in Feng Wanqing’s eyes, but then she frowned. “But she is from the Tianmen Sword Sect. Can’t she just participate in the Sect Competition?”
Jiang Lintao gave a cold laugh. “That’s exactly what we want. Once she participates in the competition, we have plenty of ways to kill her! Her Heavenly Mystery Sword is still stuck in the sword tomb. Without her magical artifact, what skills can she possibly have?”
Feng Wanqing’s heart surged with joy. That’s right. In the Sect Competition, she would be one of the top contenders. What would that woman amount to then?
“Wait, Senior Brother, the masked man is very strong. His cultivation is even above the Vice Principal!”
Thinking about this, she felt even more regret. If she had met this man earlier, what chance would other women have had with him?