Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 374: Charity Auction

Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Charity Auction

People turned their heads toward the source of the voice, and saw a young man clad in a business suit approaching.

Though he looked to be only in his thirties, he was dressed in a formal suit, his feet shod in a pair of polished, shiny leather shoes, his face stern.

"Young Master Jiang has arrived!"

A cry of surprise echoed.

"Jiang Chenyang, the eldest son of the Jiang family and the younger brother of the heir, Jiang Chenlong, is currently managing the Misty Rain Tower."

"Don’t be fooled by Jiang Chenyang’s youth; he is just as talented in business as Murong Mingyue, the commercial queen of the Murong Family."

"The Jiang Family truly abounds with talent—brother Jiang Chenlong is a Martial Path prodigy, and younger brother Jiang Chenyang is a commercial genius."

...

The appearance of Jiang Chenyang immediately caused a sensation.

"Young Master Jiang!"

Upon seeing Jiang Chenyang, Wang Long hurriedly ran over, his face full of grievance.

Jiang Chenyang glanced at Wang Long’s swollen cheek, his eyes filled with distress—a sentiment that Qin Chuan quickly picked up on.

Qin Chuan was startled. Did Jiang Chenyang harbor a fondness for Dragon Yang?

Otherwise, why would he look at Wang Long with such an expression?

Jiang Chenyang looked sharply towards Lu Yanwu, suppressing his anger as he demanded, "Miss Lu, others may fear you, but I, Jiang Chenyang, do not. You’ve hit my man, and today, you must give me an explanation!"

"An explanation?"

Lu Yanwu scoffed, "Your dog offended me. I spared his life, which is already showing you face. And now you want an explanation from me?"

"How dare you!"

The elder who had been closely following Jiang Chenyang suddenly bellowed, "Continue to disrespect Young Master Jiang, and don’t blame me for being rude!"

As the old man’s words fell, a powerful pressure erupted from him, rolling directly towards Lu Yanwu, crushing down on her.

Lu Yanwu felt the pressure mounting, but just then, Qin Chuan’s hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, and the uncomfortable pressure instantly vanished.

"Brother Qin!"

Lu Yanwu cast a grateful glance at Qin Chuan, then said, "Brother Qin, leave it to me!"

It was clear she was not one to shy away from trouble, but she also did not want to rely on Qin Chuan’s help in Yandu.

Qin Chuan merely coldly swept a glance at the elder standing behind Jiang Chenyang. That mere look sent shivers down the elder’s spine, as a bone-chilling cold enveloped his entire body.

The elder let out a muffled grunt, his face instantly paling.

He was terrified beyond measure. The pressure he had exerted had been countered by an even stronger force. Not only that, but the pressure pushing back against his was like a tidal wave crashing over him, and he had been injured by it.

He was an Energizing Skill Late Stage Realm Martialist, among the top martial artists in the entire Yandu, and now someone was able to injure him solely with pressure? What then, was this person’s cultivation level?

Could it be that this young man had injured me?

The elder, looking at Qin Chuan’s youthful face, was even more shocked.

He could not accept this reality, but aside from that young man, who else could have hurt him with pressure?

"Miss Lu, aren’t you taking Young Master Jiang too lightly? Regardless, he is the person in charge of the Misty Rain Tower, and it’s too much for you to cause trouble on his turf!"

With Jiang Chenyang backing him up, Wang Long also grew bolder.

"Hmph!"

Lu Yanwu said coldly, "Keep relying on others and see if I don’t break your dog legs."

"You..."

Fury got the better of Wang Long who started to speak, but upon seeing Lu Yanwu starting to roll up her sleeves, he swallowed his words back down.

Although Yan Wu’s martial arts talent was not as exceptional as her brother Yan Fei’s, she too was a martialist in the Early Dark Energy Stage Realm and, what’s more, she was very young.

However, Wang Long lacked even the slightest bit of cultivation. If Yan Wu truly wanted to break his legs, she definitely could make it happen.

Jiang Chenyang’s face grew even more furious. Yan Wu had insulted Wang Long in front of him over and over, and he was extremely angry.

Jiang Chenyang shouted angrily, "Wang Long is my friend. If you dare to insult him again, don’t blame me for being rude to you!"

Yan Wu sneered, "He’s just a dog. I’ve said it already, what can you do to me?"

"You’re looking for death!"

Jiang Chenyang suddenly burst into rage and shouted, "Someone get me..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the elder who had been standing behind him, "Young Master Jiang, the charity auction is starting soon, we should head up to the eighth floor now!"

Hearing the elder’s words, Jiang Chenyang gave him a deep look.

Although the charity auction was about to begin, he had more than enough time to kick Yan Wu out of the Misty Rain Tower.

But he was also aware that if the elder said so, he must have had his reasons.

"Tonight is the charity auction I’ve organized. Miss Yan, if you’re interested, you may participate. But if you’re here to make trouble, don’t blame me for being rude to you!"

After leaving those not-so-harsh words behind, Jiang Chenyang turned and left.

Wang Long stood dumbstruck for a moment, then looking at Yan Wu who was gazing at him with a mocking smile, he quickly chased after Jiang Chenyang, calling out, "Young Master Jiang, wait for me!"

"There’s actually a charity auction."

After Jiang Chenyang left, a glint of gold flashed in Yan Wu’s eyes as she looked at Qin Chuan with a smile and said, "Brother Qin, the charity auctions in Yandu usually have good items. Do you want to go take a look?"

Qin Chuan asked, "Are there heaven and earth treasures?"

His cultivation had already reached a bottleneck, and to make further progress, he needed to rely on elixirs, which heaven and earth treasures were essential for creating high-level elixirs.

Yan Wu nodded, "I can only say that it’s possible!"

Qin Chuan asked, "What do you mean it’s possible?"

Yan Wu said, "Some people don’t recognize heaven and earth treasures and auction them off as ordinary herbs."

Qin Chuan said speechlessly, "So you mean, if we’re lucky, we might get a good deal."

"Right! It’s about getting a good deal!"

Yan Wu said smilingly, "So, what do you say? Do you want to go?"

"Do you want to go?"

Qin Chuan looked at Tang Yue’er next to him and asked.

Tang Yue’er nodded eagerly, "I’ve heard that all proceeds from the charity auction are donated to help those in need. I also want to contribute something, but it seems I don’t have anything of value on me."

Qin Chuan said with a smile, "Who says you don’t have anything?"

As he spoke, he took out a delicate little porcelain bottle and handed it to Tang Yue’er, saying, "This is a Marrow-Cleansing Pill; it should be worth some money."

"What do you mean worth some money? It’s clearly priceless!"

Upon hearing Qin Chuan’s words, Yan Wu said annoyed, "Just last year at the Premium Auction House headquarters, a Marrow-Cleansing Pill that was the final item auctioned off eventually sold for thirty hundred million—a sky-high price!"

Just as Tang Yue’er was about to take the porcelain bottle, her hand trembled when she heard Yan Wu’s words, and she hurriedly drew it back.

Having recently awakened after many years, she had started to understand the value of certain things.

A sky-high price of thirty hundred million was likely something only real tycoons could afford.

Qin Chuan smiled slightly and pressed the porcelain bottle containing the Marrow-Cleansing Pill into Tang Yue’er’s hand, saying with a laugh, "Have you forgotten that I can concoct elixirs? To me, the Marrow-Cleansing Pill is just the most basic elixir. As long as I have enough ingredients, I can create as many as I want."

"Besides, you want to do a good deed. Let’s consider this Marrow-Cleansing Pill our joint contribution to the less fortunate!"

Upon hearing Qin Chuan’s words, Tang Yue’er accepted the porcelain bottle, albeit somewhat embarrassed.

Yan Wu looked enviously at Tang Yue’er for a moment, then urged, "Let’s hurry to the eighth floor; we don’t want to miss the charity auction."