Tang Chonglou, not far away, took in the entire scene.
It was exactly the same as in his past life.
In his previous life, he had accompanied Su Yanran to the black market. Back then, she had also hesitated over whether to buy Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire, and then Qin Hanyan had appeared.
Su Yanran had immediately made up her mind to purchase it.
But in the end, Su Yanran’s finances were naturally no match for Baili Wenyue’s, and Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire was bought by Qin Hanyan.
Furious, Su Yanran had sent him to kill Qin Hanyan and Baili Wenyue.
In this life, he hadn’t followed the original path and gotten to know Su Yanran. So who would she send to deal with Qin Hanyan and Baili Wenyue this time?
Baili Wenyue, upon hearing someone dare to challenge him in wealth, immediately spoke up: “I bid one hundred and ten thousand premium spirit stones!”
The stall owner grinned at Su Yanran, waiting for her to respond.
“I bid a thousand low-grade spirit stones more than him.” A flicker of ruthlessness passed through Su Yanran’s eyes. Once they left, she’d have her master deal with these two.
“How stingy! That’s no way to buy something!” Baili Wenyue called out directly: “Stall owner, I bid two hundred thousand premium spirit stones.”
He shot a smug look at Su Yanran. “I may not have much else, but I’ve got plenty of money.”
Su Yanran trembled with rage. In her fury, she suddenly blurted out, “You’re a man—how can you compete with a woman over something?!”
Baili Wenyue blinked in confusion. “How am I competing with you? I’m just making a normal purchase—it’s not like I’m not paying!”
“You!” Su Yanran’s face flushed crimson. “You’re completely unreasonable!”
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone treated like a criminal just for spending their own money.” Baili Wenyue’s eyes gleamed with pride.
Su Yanran looked him up and down. “Your money isn’t even earned by yourself—what are you so arrogant about!?”
She was probably at her breaking point; her moist eyes were slightly red, putting on a pitiful look.
“You’re wrong there—my money really is earned by me.” Baili Wenyue raised a brow, crossing his arms.
When he was young, he’d been fortunate enough to discover several premium spirit stone mines.
He’d been about to report their locations to the Luo family when the Baili family also caught wind of the mines.
The Baili family had wanted to send someone to bring him back.
The Luo family, of course, refused to let him leave.
This sparked a fierce conflict between the two families, and in the end, the Baili family used force to drag him back.
But while the two families were fighting over him, he’d already emptied the mines entirely.
By the time the Baili family searched his memories, found the mine locations, and rushed over, there was nothing left but a few chunks of rubble.
“Miss, are you going to raise your bid? If not, I’ll sell it to this young master.” The stall owner looked at Su Yanran with mild anticipation.
“I bid one hundred and fifty thousand premium spirit stones, plus one Qiyuan Pill!” Su Yanran’s words came out through gritted teeth.
A Qiyuan Pill, once consumed, could instantly advance one to the Nascent Soul stage.
She’d originally planned to keep it for herself—now she’d have to let the stall owner have it.
The stall owner’s eyes lit up at the mention of the Qiyuan Pill, a shrewd glint flashing through them. “Miss, your Qiyuan Pill can barely count as two hundred thousand premium spirit stones.”
“What! Two hundred thousand? A Qiyuan Pill can sell for at least a million outside!” Su Yanran struggled to contain her fury.
“Then go sell it outside, miss. I’ll just sell the jade slip to this young master.” The stall owner looked utterly unconcerned.
Baili Wenyue couldn’t stand the stall owner’s greed anymore.
The clamor of the snipe and the mussel, with the fisherman reaping the benefits—that wasn’t what he wanted.
He decided to teach the stall owner a lesson. “Stall owner, that’s pretty unfair. Something worth a million, and you’re only valuing it at two hundred thousand—that doesn’t make sense. How about this, miss: I’ll give you a million, and you sell me the Qiyuan Pill. What do you say?”
Su Yanran took his words as an insult.
She lowered her gaze. “I’d rather sell the Qiyuan Pill to the stall owner than to you!”
The stall owner smiled ingratiatingly. “Miss, tell you what—I won’t let you lose out. I’ll count it as five hundred thousand.”
He certainly couldn’t let the Qiyuan Pill slip through his fingers—after all, a single one could fetch several million.
Baili Wenyue: …
Was this what they called a teammate who screws you over?
His plan to trap the stall owner had died before it was even born.
“Will either of you raise the bid again? If not, I’ll give this Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire to this young lady in white?” The stall owner said cheerfully.
Qin Hanyan stopped Baili Wenyue before he could speak. “No raise.”
She’d already memorized everything inside—buying it or not made no difference.
The stall owner felt a twinge of disappointment. He reached out, ready to take Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire from Qin Hanyan.
Suddenly—
A slender hand beat him to it, snatching the jade slip. “I bid one million premium spirit stones plus two Qiyuan Pills.”
The three turned to look at Tang Chonglou, who was holding the jade slip.
Baili Wenyue said happily, “Brother Tang! When did you get here?”
Qin Hanyan gazed at Tang Chonglou, her face betraying no emotion. Her icy eyes shimmered with cold light—there was an aura about him.
That aura was dangerous and sinister, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Qin Hanyan was certain that Tang Chonglou’s aloof, distant demeanor was definitely a disguise.
Tang Chonglou naturally sensed Qin Hanyan’s scrutiny, but he didn’t mind.
In this life, he was here to atone. So he would never allow Su Yanran to get her hands on Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire.
Qin Hanyan was a once-in-ten-thousand-years mutated fire spiritual root—this technique was absolutely perfect for her.
