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The auction was not very intense, rather ordinary, but with a glimmer of possibility, the price kept rising. Gradually, it reached 5.8 million. To be honest, this price is not low, but this magical artifact is indeed powerful and can be of great use if utilized wisely.
"What's wrong? Aren't you planning to bid? This item can elevate your strength by half a level," Ye Mingshang asked curiously as he looked at the indifferent Old Ma.
"Heh heh, I've already washed my hands of this. I need to focus on living well with Xiao Wei from now on; these things are useless to me. But you, why aren't you bidding?" Old Ma replied with a look of happiness before turning the question back to Ye Mingshang.
"You know I don't like relying on external things; everything is based on my own strength," Ye Mingshang shrugged.
"6 million."
"6.5 million."
"8 million!"
The price had already reached 8 million, which was quite high, causing a collective intake of breath in the venue. Ye Mingshang looked in the direction of the sound and was surprised to see a familiar face—wasn't that Unprincipled? It had been a while since they last met after the battle at Peach Blossom Village; he didn't expect to run into him here.
At that moment, Unprincipled was staring fervently at the scroll. He was certain that this scroll was the Spell Scroll left behind by Yan Chixia! After all, he was also a disciple of Yan Chixia; how could he give up on his master's belongings? However, he felt somewhat powerless as his funds were running low. If it reached 10 million and he couldn't secure it, he would be in trouble.
"15 million!" An old man's voice rang out, dousing Unprincipled with cold water. His total funds barely exceeded 10 million, while the other party directly offered 15 million—how could he compete?
"20 million!" A tall man wearing glasses beside Unprincipled shouted.
"Luo Zi, you..." Unprincipled looked at him in disbelief.
The tall man chuckled, "Fatty, we're friends, aren't we? This scroll is useful for you; I'll bid for you."
Unprincipled took a deep breath, pressed his lips together, and looked at the tall man with wide eyes, a serious expression on his face. "I guess I didn't make a bad friend after all. Thanks, bro!"
"25 million!" The old man's voice rang out again.
"Oh! Quite bold, are we? Going head-to-head with me? Let's see who has more money," the tall man sneered, raising his paddle as the auctioneer called out the second time.
"30 million!"
"Wow!" The entire room was shocked.
My God! Is this painting scroll really that precious? It reached a price of 30 million? Even for a magical artifact, that's a bit excessive, right? Thinking about it, there aren't many people present whose net worth exceeds 30 million.
The old man frowned and squinted at Unprincipled and the others. The tall man met his gaze without backing down and even gave the old man a Middle Finger.
"Grandpa, do we need to raise the bid?" A teenager beside the old man asked.
"No need. Someone has their eye on this item; it might not be easy to obtain. Although this Spell Scroll is valuable, it's not worth that much money," the old man shook his head, his voice low. His droopy eyes sparkled with determination, clearly not intending to give up just yet.
"This gentleman has bid 30 million for this precious Spell Scroll. Is there anyone willing to offer a higher price?" The auctioneer scanned the room and paused for a moment.
"Alright, 30 million for the first time."
"30 million for the second time."
"30 million for the third time. Ding! Congratulations to this gentleman for acquiring this precious Spell Scroll from Yan Chixia for 30 million. Congratulations."
With the final hammer strike, Unprincipled finally felt relieved. However, owing a favor of 30 million made him feel quite embarrassed as he looked awkwardly at the tall man.
"Fatty, you know I don't lack money, so there's no need to be polite with me," the tall man chuckled.
The subsequent items were auctioned off at decent prices, but they paled in comparison to the Spell Scroll. Before long, the two from Unprincipled went to pay and collect the Spell Scroll, planning to leave.
"Come on, let's go say hello," Old Ma suggested.
As Unprincipled stepped outside, Ye Mingshang called out to them.
"Hey? What are you doing here?" Unprincipled was taken aback upon seeing them.
"We're having a banquet upstairs. How about joining us?" Old Ma invited.
Unprincipled glanced at the Spell Scroll in his arms, hesitating. However, the tall man beside him smiled warmly and said, "Then it would be disrespectful not to accept. I hope we’re not disturbing you."
"Not at all, Mr. Luo's presence is an honor for me," Old Ma replied with a smile.
"Haha, it's truly an honor for me that Mr. Ma remembers me."
"Please."
"Please."
Luo Chenghui, one of the top businessmen in Nanjing City, operated KTVs and bars, controlling half of the entertainment industry in Nanjing City. With a net worth of billions, he was remarkable for being entirely self-made and had repeatedly appeared on various Forbes Young Billionaires lists. Achieving such success by the age of thirty was indeed impressive.
Instead of joining everyone else, they found a private room since the banquet inside was still ongoing. They were busy with their affairs when soon enough, an array of rare delicacies was served on the table.
"Oh! Boss Ma is really generous. Treating us to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast is quite an honor," Luo Chenghui said with a hearty laugh.
"Mr. Luo, you're too polite. This Manchu Han Imperial Feast may be a rarity in the eyes of others, but it probably doesn't mean much to you, Boss," Old Ma said courteously.
"Hehe, we are family, so let's not stand on ceremony. I know about you, Ma Mingguang, the Yin Yang Master, and the Fangshi Plaque is also a behind-the-scenes big boss of the Prosperous Dynasty. Ye Mingshang, the Exorcist, your strength is unfathomable, and you are considered the most likely genius to ascend to Xian Dao within a century," Luo Chenghui said as he put down his chopsticks and calmly looked at the two.
"Oh~ It seems you have done quite a bit of investigation on us," Ye Mingshang narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Hehe, I've heard about you from Fatty. You are Fatty's friends, which makes you my friends as well. As for the investigation, it's not really that; it's just understanding my friends," Luo Chenghui said with his hands stacked and a slight smile on his lips.
In fact, Ye Mingshang was unaware that the investigation on them had started long ago. It could be said that it began on the very first day Ye Mingshang arrived in Nanjing, or rather, his arrival was due to the connection with these two individuals.
Ye Mingshang's contact method was provided by them through Li Jianguo. The people sent by Luo Chenghui had been secretly observing Ye Mingshang as well. Fatty's trip to Peach Blossom Village was actually to follow them; although the purpose was unclear, it was quite irritating.
It was uncertain whether tonight's encounter was anticipated by the other party. Ye Mingshang was not very pleased at the moment and stared intently at the warm-looking Luo Chenghui.
"Hehe, there's no need for such hostility. Although my methods may have been somewhat lacking, the outcome is good, isn't it? Didn't you also obtain something precious?" Facing Ye Mingshang's gaze, Luo Chenghui showed no signs of discomfort or abnormality—at least not on the surface.
Despite this statement, it did not lessen their vigilance. What Old Ma obtained was clear: a love that had waited 20 years could now be rekindled in this life. As for Ye Mingshang, he gained secrets of dreams and a large group of friends, along with a qualification for ascension. However, if all of this were under the control of this young man, it would be terrifying. Luo Chenghui likely thought about what was on their minds:
"Don't worry; I have no ill intentions. Many things are not entirely within my control. The reason I asked you to come to Nanjing is that Fatty wasn't available at that time, and the issue with the medical university couldn't wait any longer. Secondly, I wanted to see what kind of person you are—the strongest under Xian Dao.
As for your decision to stay in Nanjing for school, that truly surprised me. However, it gives me an opportunity to learn more about you. To be honest, it's quite impressive that you took on fifty people alone! I admire you greatly. Hehe."
Ye Mingshang looked at Luo Chenghui with caution and replied, "I don't like men."
"Haha! Don't worry; my orientation is quite normal. The reason I investigated you is because you know I have money—lots of it. Unlike others who are constantly busy with business deals, I don't need to expand my influence too much; that would be exhausting."
"I still don't understand how your wealth relates to investigating me." Ye Mingshang took a sip of water and then fixed a sharp gaze on Luo Chenghui.
"Of course it matters. I no longer have much pursuit for money; the wealth I have is enough for several lifetimes. I have both money and time, and like many wealthy individuals, I enjoy seeking thrills. However, risking my life is out of the question; I prefer to explore the mysteries of the world.
One day, when the fat man suddenly appeared before me with a set of skills, I was truly astonished. It turned out that such extraordinary things really exist in this world; humans can actually fly!
Since then, I have also uncovered many secrets using my influence, but what I care about most is the legendary Xian Dao. Although it differs from my understanding, it has added a fascinating element to my otherwise dull life.
And you, Ye Mingshang, as a once-in-a-thousand-years genius of the Taoist Sect and the person most likely to achieve immortality within a century, naturally became my target. Do you know? It took quite a bit of effort to obtain your contact information; in the end, I spent five million to buy your number from someone. Ha ha, this string of digits is worth more than a lottery jackpot."
As Luo Chenghui finished speaking, he shook his head and smiled.
However, Ye Mingshang was not very convinced by his explanation. "I must say, your reasoning is quite reasonable, but that does not mean I will believe it or forgive you."
Luo Chenghui clearly realized that it wouldn't be so easy to resolve. "How about this? To express my apology, I am willing to pay you fifty million as compensation. What do you think?"
Ye Mingshang's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at Luo Chenghui. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted; although he didn't lack money, he certainly didn't regard it as worthless either. Not only him, but Old Ma and Unprincipled were also wide-eyed in shock. Fifty million? To buy forgiveness?!
After staring at Luo Chenghui for a while, Ye Mingshang shook his head.
"No need for that; money cannot represent your sincerity nor can it buy my forgiveness."
"Oh? Then what do you suggest?" Luo Chenghui asked curiously.
"How about a competition?"
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