The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

"Pfft... Hahahaha!" Jiang Yingxue couldn't help but cover her lips, her laughter revealing a hint of lightness and brightness, her shoulders shaking slightly. Her eyes were slightly moist, as if she was amused by Duan Qingqing's words, her eyes full of amusement and teasing.

Duan Qingqing's face darkened, her brows furrowed in displeasure, and her tone was icy: "Are you so happy that you've lost your mind? What's so funny?"

Jiang Yingxue slowed down, raised her hand and elegantly wiped away the tears of laughter. A playful expression appeared on her face as she softly said, "This is the first time in my life that someone has tried to throw money at me. Of course I find it funny." Her lips curled up slightly, and she deliberately stretched out her tone, adding a hint of teasing, "How about this, Miss Duan? Kneel down and kowtow to me again, and I'll give you 500 spirit stones. How about that?"

"Jiang Yingxue!" Duan Qingqing's face flushed instantly, her voice rising sharply, her eyes filled with anger and disbelief. "You lied without even thinking, and you're just spouting nonsense? Five hundred spirit stones, and you, a mere Qi Refining Stage disciple, can really come up with that?"

Jiang Yingxue smiled instead of getting angry, her eyebrows curved, a sly glint in her eyes. She tilted her head, blinked with a smile, and said slowly, "If I take it out, will Miss Duan kowtow to me?" Her voice was low, but it radiated contempt and confidence, as if she had never taken him seriously.

Duan Qingqing was so infuriated by her self-confidence that her face turned pale. She was certain that the people on Peak One were all poor, but at this moment, she didn't dare to really bet with them. What if they borrowed spirit stones and came prepared?

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was becoming increasingly tense, Duan Ningning quickly stepped out to play the good guy: "Okay Qingqing, it's getting late, we have to hurry to the auction. Qingfeng is still waiting for us at Juxian Tower." As she spoke, she gently patted Duan Qingqing's shoulder, motioning her to calm down.

Duan Qingqing turned her head reluctantly, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and her expression softened slightly.

Duan Ningning's eyes were gentle, tinged with a sense of responsibility, reflecting the thoughtfulness of an older sister and the steadiness expected of a sect disciple. She politely bowed to Wan Jinan, her tone apologetic. "I'm sorry, Peak Master. My sister is immature and her words were a bit abrupt. I'm truly sorry. The auction is about to begin, so we'll go ahead."

Just as Duan Ningning turned to leave, her eyes unconsciously fell on Yan Chuan. In that moment, she seemed to hesitate, as if something was swirling in her mind. Her eyes gently swept across Yan Chuan's face, and a vague sense of complex emotions flashed in her eyes. But in the end, she still didn't say anything and turned to leave.

After they had gone far away, Wan Jinan curled his lips and said, "Oh my God, what bad luck, running into people from the Fifth Peak right after arriving. Luckily, their Duan Ningning is quite sensible and a reasonable person."

After saying that, Wan Jinan looked at Yan Chuan: "I remember that Duan Ningning seemed to be interested in you, right? Every time you return to the sect, she always finds various excuses to stroll over to the First Peak."

Yan Chuan said unhappily, "Alright, Master, I don't want to talk about that. Besides, how can she be sensible? Duan Qingqing just spoke rudely to Yingxue and Chu Ying. If she really understood what was going on, she should have apologized to them first, not to you."

"Sigh..." Wan Jinan frowned. "That does make some sense. Forget it, let's not talk about him anymore. Let's go to the auction."

After saying that, Wan Jinan led everyone out of the door with big strides, and the group stepped into the brightly lit Linxian City.

At this time, night fell, the lights came on, and the entire Linxian City was filled with a bustling atmosphere. Shops lined the streets, red lanterns hung from the eaves, and layers of light and shadow swayed in the night breeze, making the city seem like a dream.

Soon, they arrived at the venue of tonight's auction - Juxian Tower.

The entrance of Juxian Tower was bustling with people, including monks from all over the world and dignitaries in gorgeous clothes.

They lined up in a long queue, paid the entrance fee and received number plates one by one.

In front of the building, several receptionists with exquisite masks were walking around. Both men and women wore fox masks and their movements were neat and neat. They smiled but looked cold, with a hint of majesty, which perfectly set off the mysterious and solemn atmosphere of the auction.

Wan Jinan readily paid 250 spirit stones, and each person walked in with a number plate.

The Juxian Tower was a magnificent building, with towering pavilions and ornate interiors. Several pillars carved with dragons reached up to the roof. Throughout the building, a variety of magical instruments were displayed, some housed in transparent crystal cabinets, some suspended in mid-air, emitting a faint glow. The walls were covered in bizarre murals, depicting birds and fish so vivid that one could even see a spirit snake slowly swimming through the paintings, occasionally peering out, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

They followed the lights and went up. The stairs of the Juxian Building were paved with thousand-year-old spiritual wood. They could feel the flow of spiritual power with every step they took. Exquisite crane lanterns were hung in the corners of each floor. The lights were light blue, dimly illuminating the surroundings.

The group followed the crowd to the main auction venue. The hall was spacious, with tiered seating. Each seat was carved with a special formation, allowing even the furthest-seated audience to clearly see the items on the auction table. Directly in front of the venue stood a massive platform, covered in luxurious crimson brocade. Several attendants in exquisite robes stood beside it, seemingly making final preparations for the evening's first lot.

Several people sat according to the numbered seats. After sitting down, Chu Ying couldn't help sighing, "My God, this place is so luxurious. No wonder the entrance fee alone costs us fifty spirit stones. Now it seems that it's worth it."

"Yeah, hopefully I can get some treasures tonight."

At this moment, the familiar female voice rang out again: "Oh my God, are you guys just followers? How come you're so close to us at the Fifth Peak?"

Everyone looked up and found that the group from the Fifth Peak were sitting right in the row in front of them. However, this time, their Peak Master, Lin Hai, was nowhere to be seen.

Chu Ying waved the seat number in her hand: "The seats are distributed randomly. Do you think we want to sit next to you?"

Duan Qingqing rolled her eyes. "I've had enough. Even at this critical moment, I still have to get along with a bunch of poor bastards like you."

"Oh my, look at what you said. We all spent fifty spirit stones to come in. Isn't it normal to sit together? You are not poor. If you are poor, why are you sitting there?" After saying that, Chu Ying pointed her hand upstairs.

Duan Qingqing smiled contemptuously. "That's the highest-level private room at the auction. There are only three in the entire hall. Those sitting inside are royal relatives and nobles from various countries. Even if you have money, you can't get in. But didn't you notice that my master and sister are not in this hall at the moment?"