Transmigrated into a vicious stepmother, relying on raising a child to defeat the immortal world

"why?"

Yun Xiangwan asked in her heart.

"Master, your Chaos Dao Body has all five elements gathered together, so if you want to refine the most suitable weapon for you, you also need the power of the five elements. And this auction item is the Ten Thousand Year Wood Spirit Heart."

After listening to what the system said, Yun Xiangwan understood.

At the auction table, the auctioneer looked at the pitch-black mass in the wooden box. Even though she was an outstanding professional, she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

But the next second, she had a professional smile on her face again.

"This item is a family heirloom of a customer. Because his family encountered misfortune, he brought it to my Lingbao Pavilion for auction. Therefore, there is no starting price for this item. Guests who like it can bid at will. My Lingbao Pavilion promises that it will not charge any handling fees, and all the spiritual stones obtained from the auction will be given to the customer."

Yun Xiangwan's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. It turned out that Lingbao Pavilion didn't even know what this thing was.

Then isn't this a good opportunity for her to pick up a bargain?

But this time Yun Xiangwan didn't rush to make a move. She glanced at the ordinary seats below and saw that although people were talking a lot, no one was bidding.

Among them, there was a young man with an anxious look on his face. He put his hands together in front of his chest, praying that the black lump could be sold at a good price.

But no one in the field bid.

Although the auctioneer said it was a family heirloom, whose treasure would look like this?

"Sister Yuan is as kind as ever."

Murong Ling'er spat out the melon seed shells in her mouth and then raised the sign.

When the auctioneer saw Murong Ling'er raise the sign, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a grateful look.

"Miss Murong is offering 10,000 low-grade spirit stones. Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

After the auctioneer's words came out, the box next door also raised a sign.

Her beautiful eyes lit up and she immediately gave the number.

"Miss Yun from the City Lord's Mansion offered 50,000 low-grade spirit stones."

"Fifty thousand? Humph!"

Murong Ling'er snorted lightly, then put down the melon seeds and sat up straight, looking like she was ready for a big fight.

"Miss Murong offers 100,000 low-grade spirit stones!"

the auctioneer shouted excitedly.

This is a price far beyond my expectations!

The seller is also very satisfied.

"Don't you want to cling to Sister Yuan's thigh? Then show some strength."

Murong Lingshi sneered disdainfully.

Yun Xiangwan was dumbfounded when he smelled the strong smell of gunpowder.

She was still waiting for a chance to get a bargain, how come the price suddenly soared to 100,000 low-grade spirit stones? !

The box next door.

After the auctioneer offered the price of 100,000 low-grade spirit stones, Yun Miaomiao sat back in her chair dejectedly, muttering to herself.

"I want to win Sister Yuan's favor, why is it so difficult?"

She clearly did everything Lord Tiandao said.

But the last time Yun Xiuming brought the elixir she made to Hong Yuan, Hong Yuan did not invite her out alone afterwards.

This time too, Hong Yuan did not happily accept her gift, but declined it and walked into the auction hall.

"Miao Miao, don't be sad, I will take a picture of this for you."

Yun Xiuming felt pity for her when he saw her lost look, and then he took the sign from her hand and wrote down a number.

"Miss Yun from the City Lord's Mansion offered 110,000 low-grade spirit stones."

When the auctioneer saw it, he was surprised.

After Yun Xiuming finished quoting the price, he used the jade slip to contact Murong Ling'er.

"Ling'er, please give this thing to me."

"Brother Xiuming, I don't know how to thank you."

Yun Miaomiao looked at Yun Xiuming with her watery eyes full of gratitude, and I felt pity for her.

"We are brother and sister, and you have been wandering outside for so many years and suffered so much, I should treat you well."

Yun Xiuming patted Yun Miaomiao on the shoulder to comfort her.

But after receiving Yun Xiuming's message, Murong Ling'er sneered and threw the jade slip back into the storage bag after hearing his words.

Then he raised the sign again.

"Ms. Murong bids 150,000 low-grade spirit stones!"

The auctioneer was a little surprised, and she couldn't help but look up at the two boxes upstairs.

"How can Ling'er be so ignorant?"

Yun Xiuming frowned irritably and took out the jade slip to send a message to Murong Ling'er.

Although my family gave me some spiritual stones on this trip, if I use them all to buy these useless things, I will definitely be punished when I return.

If Murong Ling'er gave up and let him buy it for 160,000 low-grade spirit stones, then it would be no big deal.

But the message he sent seemed to fall on deaf ears, and Murong Ling'er continued to raise the price.

In the blink of an eye, the price reached 180,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Yun Xiuming angrily clenched the communication jade slip in his hand.

"Brother Xiuming, okay, let's give this item to Ling'er. I believe Sister Yuan has seen our sincerity and will always consider our points and face when she wants to see us again in the future."

Yun Miaomiao stepped forward at the right time, took Yun Xiuming's hand, and spoke considerately.

"Miao Miao, I'm sorry, it's all because of my brother's uselessness."

Yun Xiuming sighed softly.

"It's not your fault, Brother Yun Xiu. Ling'er's family is a weapon refining family. They are more affluent than our City Lord's Mansion. We can't compete with them."

Although Yun Miaomiao felt a little disappointed, there was no trace of resentment in her words.

Seeing this, Yun Xiuming became more and more dissatisfied with Murong Ling'er.

Compared to Miaomiao's gentleness and consideration, she was too willful. Thinking about how he had been following her for so many years, working hard without complaint, at this time, she was unwilling to give in.

It was a wrong payment after all.

"One hundred and eighty thousand low-grade spirit stones once, one hundred and eighty thousand low-grade spirit stones twice, one hundred and eighty thousand low-grade spirit stones three times! Boom!"

As the auctioneer made the final decision, Murong Lingshi bought the "heirloom" that could not be identified for a moment for 180,000 low-grade spirit stones.

"Ms. Murong, can I discuss something with you?"

Yun Xiangwan was afraid that if she took action, the price would rise again, so she could only wait until Murong Linger took it down before discussing it with her.

"You want that thing?"

Murong Ling'er folded her arms across her chest and glanced at the wooden box that was being carried away from the auction table by the waiter.

Yun Xiangwan nodded eagerly.

Murong Ling'er raised her chin slightly and looked at Yun Xiangwan with her nose for a while.

"That's fine. Bring something in exchange."

"what?"

Yun Xiangwan thought to herself, if it really doesn't work, then just give her a set of formations.

"Just a little snack."

Murong Ling'er still felt a little unsatisfied.

"Pumpkin seeds are good too, give me more."

"Very good, I'll give you a big gift bag of snacks."

Yun Xiangwan was immediately delighted and took two bags of chocolate, biscuits, potato chips, candies, spicy strips and melon seeds.

She specifically asked the system to change the packaging to the simplest one, just a layer of plastic bag, so that it would not be too eye-catching.

It took her twenty points to redeem these things.

Yun Xiangwan now earns 300 points every day, and these 20 points are within her acceptable range.

You should know that Murong Ling'er spent 180,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Both parties are very satisfied with this.

In less than half a minute, the waiter from Lingbao Pavilion brought up the dual-attribute technique of thunder and fire as well as the "heirloom".

Murong Ling'er took out her spiritual card, swiped it with the waiter, and then threw the wooden box to Yun Xiangwan.

Yun Xiangwan had just paid the spirit stones for the Red Thunder Art. She raised her hand and caught the wooden box steadily, then put it into the space.

"Ms. Murong, don't you want anything when you come to the auction this time?"