The Arrogant Immortal
Chapter 370 - 369: This Time the Humiliation is Huge

Chapter 370: Chapter 369: This Time the Humiliation is Huge

Xie Jiuniang had not attended an auction before in her previous life, but she had never attended one this grand.

The list of items for auction was short, yet each one could rightly be considered a treasure.

Chaoyan saw his little disciple rambling on, "Not interested in anything?"

"I want them all! Hahaha..."

Xie Jiuniang said with a chuckle.

Chaoyan knew she was just being cheeky again, "If you want something, buy it yourself. I’ll only gift you one item."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll set my heart on a Semi-Immortal Artifact?"

"Even if you do, I’ll buy it for you!" Chaoyan said boldly.

Xie Jiuniang’s praise came free of charge, "Master, to be honest, in all my years, I’ve never seen anyone more imposing and majestic than you. Not knowing how many lifetimes’ worth of incense I burned to be blessed with you as my master."

Chaoyan smiled without responding.

This sycophantic act, who does it remind me of?

Definitely not himself!

"Dang!"

A pleasing sound echoed from downstairs.

It brought instant quiet to the people in the hall.

Today’s auction was hosted by a late-stage Nascent Soul male cultivator, "Please settle down, everyone. The auction is about to begin."

No sooner had he finished speaking,

some in the hall began to rib him playfully, "True Lord Mei Fu, why have you taken over hosting duties this time? Isn’t it usually presided over by beautiful immortals? Fairies are pleasing to the eyes, but you just don’t cut it!"

"Off with you! If you want to see pretty immortals, go to the Flower Pavilion. This here is a legitimate auction," True Lord Mei Fu replied with a smile.

"I didn’t say this event wasn’t legitimate."

"Indeed, having an immortal preside might lead me to bid rashly in a daze, but with you there, I’m sure I won’t be turned astray."

"Hahaha..."

Xie Jiuniang upstairs in Room A1 was also curious, "Master, aren’t auctions usually presided over by glamorous and enchanting immortals?"

"That one on stage is a smiling tiger, ferocious enough to devour people without spitting out their bones," Chaoyan commented uncharitably. "The invitation we used was obtained from him."

"How much did you pay, Master?"

"Did I need to pay when I went to ask for it?"

"..." No, she was mistaken.

She had misjudged True Lord Mei Fu.

True Lord Mei Fu was a good person.

Outside, the auction invites were being scalped for hundreds of thousands each, but here with her master, it cost nothing. It didn’t seem right to say people were unscrupulous.

"Dang!"

"Dang, dang, dang!"

Several more strikes rang out.

Silence enveloped the surroundings at once.

True Lord Mei Fu announced, "The Southern Region’s once in five years auction officially begins now. Without further ado, let’s present the first item for auction."

His voice, clear and steady, reached throughout the entire auction venue.

Following his words, several graceful immortal sisters elegantly carried out a rectangular tray, with a bewitchingly enchanting walk.

True Lord Mei Fu lifted the cloth off the tray.

And revealed the item for auction.

It was a purple bamboo about half a zhang long, flickering with tiny bolts of lightning.

"Thunder Bamboo!" True Lord Mei Fu said with a smile. "After appraisal, it’s a five-hundred-year-old Thunder Bamboo, a rare Artifact Refining material, most suitable for cultivators with a Thunder Spirit Root."

"The starting bid is ten thousand."

"Each subsequent bid must increase by no less than ten thousand."

The auction started off with the sought-after Thunder Bamboo to warm up the crowd.

The atmosphere quickly heated up.

"I’ll start the bidding, twenty thousand from this poor Taoist!"

"You call yourself poor, but really you’re just stingy. I bid a hundred thousand!"

"One hundred and ten thousand!"

"..."

Xie Jiuniang sat upstairs enjoying the excitement.

He watched with great interest but didn’t join in the bidding.

In the auction, the starting price for good items is a joke. Take the Thunder Bamboo for instance, everyone knows that a starting bid of ten thousand is ridiculously low. If someone were to buy it at that price, the auction house would suffer a huge loss.

But would the transaction price be the starting bid?

That’s seldom the case.

Only half an hour had passed, and the bidding below had already soared to a million.

Chaoyan and Xie Jiuniang were neither Thunder Spirit Roots and thus didn’t need the Thunder Bamboo.

"Dog owner, that weird stall owner has come to the auction."

As Xie Jiuniang was engrossed in watching, Jian Lingyan suddenly came out with this remark.

Xie Jiuniang blinked in confusion, "The one from the black market?"

"Right, right, I remember him."

Jian Lingyan especially made a point of remembering the person, so it spotted him as soon as he entered the auction, "He’s gone to room B5 on the second floor."

"Keep an eye on him," Xie Jiuniang said, realizing this dog thing was becoming more formidable. "It’s best to know his movements."

"No problem, mission guaranteed."

Just as Jian Lingyan wanted to continue peeping...

A youthful voice reached their private room, "The esteemed guests in Room A1, please restrain your Contracted Spirit from casually probing into the privacy of the auction house. Since this is your first offense, we shall impose a fine of one million. After three times, you will be asked to leave the auction."

Chaoyan, "..."

He turned to look at Xie Jiuniang.

Xie Jiuniang’s face flushed with heat.

This was an epic face-losing moment!

But just as Chaoyan was about to take the blame for his disciple, Xie Jiuniang spoke up first to admit her mistake, "Sorry, I will keep it under control."

"Master, I’m sorry."

Jian Lingyan shut down in embarrassment.

It had just boasted confidently and then was immediately slapped in the face.

Seeing his disciple’s deflated look, Chaoyan couldn’t help but laugh, patting her head, "No worries, experience is what you get when you don’t get what you wanted."

Xie Jiuniang nodded with her face still red.

It was indeed a horrendous embarrassment. It felt like the biggest face-losing moment since her rebirth.

In the past, she had no face to lose.

This time, it was in front of her mentor, getting slapped in the face by someone else!

The door to the private room was knocked on, and Chaoyan let the person in—it was a maid from the auction.

The maid spoke gently, "Guest, I am here to collect the fine."

"Here! Sorry for the trouble."

Chaoyan tossed over a Storage Bag.

Inside were one million Spirit Stones. After verifying there was no mistake, the maid politely excused herself and left.

Xie Jiuniang grumbled, "This auction house is nothing but a den of thieves, collecting fines without a hint of hesitation."

"Hahaha, when it comes to being a swindler, you’re just a rookie," Chaoyan teased with a smile.

Xie Jiuniang feigned a sigh, "Mentor is right. The auction house is the true swindler; they can make a profit of a million in minutes, and it’s all profit."

"So, you should learn a thing or two."

"Yes, I must study hard."

A few words later, the awkward atmosphere was gone.

That also had to do with someone having thick skin—her small face only turned red for a moment before returning to normal.

Xie Jiuniang sent a message to Jian Lingyan, "How were you discovered? Did you float around without hiding your tracks? My mentor paid this time, but next time it will be on your tab."

"Master, that was an Artifact Spirit."

"So, you mean to say he’s better than you. It’s like you still have a baby voice whereas he has the voice of a teenager—it’s apparent he’s older," Xie Jiuniang jabbed right at Jian Lingyan’s tender spot.

Jian Lingyan wasn’t quite convinced.

Xie Jiuniang tapped the Divine Rune Contract again, "Stay quiet, don’t stir up trouble."

"You’re giving up on monitoring that Divinity Transformation fellow?"

"Let’s not bother with him for now, let’s finish this auction first," Xie Jiuniang quickly got absorbed in the auction below again.

The short section of Thunder Bamboo was finally bought for two million three hundred thousand.