Boom!
The moment Jiang Ye uttered those deeply provocative words, the female disciples who had still been hesitating instantly lost their minds, all rationality going straight out the window!
“Twenty thousand!! I bid twenty thousand!!”
The corners of Jiang Ye's mouth curled up again into a bright, radiant smile.
“Alright! Twenty thousand spirit stones going once! Anyone higher?!”
The entire arena stage had completely transformed into a fanatical, large-scale auction.
Standing behind Jiang Ye, Holy Son Li Wangchuan froze completely, black lines covering his face as he stared at this outrageous scene before him.
Meanwhile, Gu Qingxue, who had been standing to the side holding her sword, saw this and allowed a slight curl at the corner of her cool, aloof face.
She found Junior Sister Bai genuinely interesting—not only adorable, but clever as well.
As for Bai Zhirou inside her own mind...
Watching this unfold, she felt her vision go dark, almost fainting on the spot.
This devil's outlandish antics were constantly pushing the boundaries of her perception of reality.
How could a person's skin be this thick?!
She felt as though she and this devil belonged to entirely different species.
On the stage.
As Jiang Ye watched the bids climb higher and higher, the smile on his face gradually turned unhinged.
As a modern 5G netizen, he had long grown accustomed to the absurdities of fan culture back in the real world.
Thinking back to the famous Western pop singer Tay-Tay's wedding of the century, a single bag of "original wedding air" had been listed on a secondhand site for over three hundred thousand, and a swarm of fanatical fans had still fought like crazy to buy it!
Right now, he was merely applying the advanced concepts of harvesting stans from fan culture.
Against these little natives of the cultivation world, it took him mere seconds to hype them up into a frenzy!
“Alright! Fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones going once!” Jiang Ye shouted passionately.
At this point, only two bloodshot-eyed female disciples were left below the stage, locked in a fierce battle to the death.
Because they felt they were just a hair away from owning the “Holy Son's Original Scent Dao Companion Ring”!
Ultimately...
It was the red-robed female disciple, Ding Xiaoxiao, whose financial muscle proved superior.
Griting her teeth fiercely, she shrieked at the top of her lungs:
“Sixty thousand low-grade spirit stones!!”
That sealed the deal!
The female disciple who lost the bid rolled her eyes back, twitched on the spot, and fainted outright.
Ding Xiaoxiao sprinted onto the stage in high spirits, looking like a general returning victorious from battle.
But the moment she stepped on stage and saw the Holy Son, she instantly shrank into a timid quail.
Hanging her head, she slowly shuffled over to Jiang Ye's side.
She handed over a spatial ring packed with sixty thousand spirit stones.
Jiang Ye snatched it up in an instant.
Then, with practiced agility, he dumped out all the champion prizes stored inside the “Holy Son Original Scent Ring” and casually stuffed them into his own spatial ring.
Finally, he handed the emptied ring to Ding Xiaoxiao.
Ding Xiaoxiao didn't care in the slightest whether there was anything inside.
She accepted the “Holy Son Original Scent Ring” with both hands and eagerly slipped it onto her ring finger.
She stole a few glances up at the Holy Son from up close.
Then she turned, eager to step down from the stage.
In full view of the public, she felt too embarrassed, because she could hardly wait to run off stage and take a deep, greedy whiff of the “Holy Son's original scent.”
“Wait.”
Right as she turned, Jiang Ye called out to stop her.
Ding Xiaoxiao tightly shielded the ring against her chest, terrified that Junior Sister Bai might back out:
“Junior Sister Bai... is there something else?”
Jiang Ye grabbed her arm and dragged her right up to Li Wangchuan.
“Come on, shake hands with your Holy Son.”
“Ah?!”
Ding Xiaoxiao's voice rose an octave, her face instantly flushing bright red.
How could she ever have dreamed she would get so close to the Holy Son, let alone have physical contact with him?!
Jiang Ye kicked Li Wangchuan's shoe with his foot and muttered:
“Holy Son, this is your number one fangirl! She just spent sixty thousand spirit stones to buy your original-scent ring. Hurry up and shake her hand!”
Li Wangchuan stood there completely bewildered.
What does this have to do with me?!
Yet under Jiang Ye's pressuring, Li Wangchuan could only dazedly raise his hand.
Ding Xiaoxiao raised her hand tremblingly as well.
And just like that, the two of them shook hands in utter bewilderment.
Right at that moment, Jiang Ye's voice rang out nearby:
“Come on, come on, look here!”
“Right, right, right! Cheese!”
“OK, perfect!”
Jiang Ye was holding a recording stone, crouching half-low to the ground, recording from a forty-five-degree low angle.
Once he finished recording, he looked down to inspect it and nodded approvingly to himself:
“Not bad, not bad. This camera angle is absolute gold.”
Then he excitedly jogged back over and handed the recording stone to Ding Xiaoxiao:
“Here, this is your exclusive photo with the Holy Son.”
“How's that for after-sales service? It even comes with a close-up encounter with the Holy Son! For all this combined, charging you another ten thousand low-grade spirit stones isn't unreasonable, right?!”
Ding Xiaoxiao stared unblinkingly at the recording stone in Jiang Ye's hand.
Without a second word—
—she pulled another storage pouch directly out of her pocket and shoved it to Jiang Ye.
Excitedly taking the recording stone, she turned around and sprinted wildly off the stage.
She had decided: this right hand of hers that had just shaken hands with the Holy Son would never be washed again to preserve its original scent!
Jiang Ye happily stashed away the spatial pouch, wearing a professional smile:
“Thank you for your business! Please come again!”
Li Wangchuan's eye twitched uncontrollably.
He watched helplessly as Jiang Ye pocketed another ten thousand low-grade spirit stones in the blink of an eye.
Are spirit stones really this easy to earn nowadays? Am I really worth this much?
It made him want to get down there and sell himself.
After all, the disciples bidding below the stage were a minority.
Most of the other disciples could only stare blankly at this sudden, unexpected “auction.”
With just a quick resale by Junior Sister Bai...
...a spatial ring with a market value of around one thousand and a recording stone worth a hundred had been sold for a staggering price of seventy thousand!
Seventy thousand!
Many of them had never seen so many spirit stones in their entire lives.
After all, cultivation burned through money fast, making it nearly impossible to save up spirit stones.
If this Junior Sister Bai didn't pursue cultivation, she would undoubtedly be a master business tycoon!
Li Wangchuan, being someone who had seen much of the world...
...barely managed to suppress his cluttered thoughts and forced a warm smile again, intending to strike up a conversation with Bai Zhirou to get acquainted.
As a result...
...Jiang Ye acted like a heartless scoundrel who pulled up his pants and cut ties immediately.
One moment he was all smiles, but now that the money was in hand, he didn't even bother saying goodbye.
He turned around on his heel and jogged straight over to Gu Qingxue.
“Senior Sister Gu, let's go! Straight back to Sword Peak! We can make braised lion's head meatballs back home!”
Gu Qingxue watched her little junior sister jog over with doting affection and responded softly:
“Alright.”
Just as Jiang Ye prepared to leap onto Gu Qingxue's flying sword—
Buzz.
Her body trembled slightly.
Jiang Ye was kicked offline once again.
In her mind, Jiang Ye's slightly aggrieved voice echoed: “Fuck! I hadn't even gotten on board yet!”
Bai Zhirou: “...”
Given Jiang Ye's insane stunt just now, Bai Zhirou didn't have the face to stay here any longer either.
Skillfully, she hopped onto Gu Qingxue's flying sword.
Then she reached out with both hands and wrapped them tightly around her senior sister's slender waist.
Gu Qingxue's body stiffened slightly.
Because she could clearly feel Junior Sister Bai pressing her impressive bust against her back!
Swoosh!
Under the envious gazes of countless disciples, the two transformed into a streak of sword light, vanishing into the horizon in an instant.
Below the stage, many male disciples gazed at the sky, lamenting bitterly:
“Sigh, if only I could have a beauty like that riding on my flying sword too.”
The person beside him shot him down without mercy:
“Keep dreaming! Did you eat poisonous mushrooms or something? What kind of daydream are you having in broad daylight?!”
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