Female lead: No, it's me again??

On July 10th, Feng Siyue and Yan Nanfei returned to Xuejing Prefecture.

Snow Crystal Imperial City.

On the cold street, two people walked with slightly hurried steps.

"Hurry up!"

"The Chasing Wind Pavilion Auction is about to begin!!"

His companions, however, were in no hurry. "Hey, Brother Qi, whether we go early or late, we'll just get a glimpse of it anyway. Why don't we go to Granny Zhang's place first and have some warm wine!"

"This time is different!!"

"What's the difference?"

The man in black glanced around, then whispered to his companion, "The auction items haven't been fully revealed yet!!"

The companion immediately perked up.

"Really?! What is it?"

The fact that it hasn't been fully released means there's a chance to snag a bargain!

"How would I know? But which of the things that Chasing Wind Pavilion has brought out is simple?"

The man's companion became interested. "You're right... Come on, let's hurry and grab a spot!"

Feng Siyue and the other person stopped in their tracks as they passed each other.

They spoke very softly, but Feng Siyue was now a Spirit Master, so their voices were as if they were right next to her ear, allowing the two of them to hear them completely.

"Chasing Wind Tower..."

Feng Siyue murmured softly.

Yan Nanfei asked, "Master, shall we go?"

The woman turned left. "Let's go take a look."

Years have passed, but the wind chimes hanging from the eaves of Zhuifeng Tower still chime softly, composing a moving melody in the cold wind.

Just like back then.

Feng Siyue and her companion sat on the first floor near the entrance. The lobby was bustling with people, and the decor looked much more luxurious than it had been three years ago.

Golden lotus blossoms, fragrant amidst the mist, exuding elegance, accompanied by familiar song and dance preludes and familiar faces.

On the high platform, a woman moved with graceful steps, exuding confidence and composure as if she were in control of the entire situation. She smiled as always, "Welcome everyone to today's Tingfeng Tower Auction. I am an old acquaintance of yours, Yao Yao."

The woman's voice was melodious. Behind her, a maid lifted the red silk covering the round platform, revealing the first item to be auctioned that day.

"This is a second-tier sacred artifact, the Water Bamboo Yellow, which possesses the ability to bewitch the ear with its melodious sounds, causing one to silently enter an illusion. The starting bid is 70 top-grade spirit stones..."

On the counter, a water-yellow bamboo stalk floats, emitting a faint white light, with a single leaf covered in a translucent water droplet.

"Xiao Qi used to be proficient in music, right?"

Feng Siyue asked.

Yan Nanfei nodded, “The Fusang clan of Qinghe Luozhou is famous throughout the mainland for their music.”

Feng Siyue turned around, raised the bidding paddle in her hand,

"100."

Her voice made the buyers who were about to shout out 800,000 top-grade spirit stones pause slightly.

A million right off the bat?

Soon, everyone realized what was happening and started bidding.

"110 million!"

"120 million!"

"130 million!"

"........"

Feng Siyue raised her paddle again, "200 million."

The cultivators: "..."

Some people complained, "Is this how you price a commodity?"

With the price increased by 70 at once, how are they supposed to compete?

Feng Siyue glanced at the young man who had spoken.

“The highest bidder gets it.”

Those light, casual words were like a resounding slap across his face, stinging and burning!

Mocking him for being poor!?

The man was enraged, "You little bitch, you....."

The man in black beside him held him down and whispered a reminder, "Brother Shan, this is an auction house..."

Mentioning this, the man seemed to have something to worry about. He sat down with a gloomy face, and his gaze toward Feng Siyue became much more hostile.

“Anyone want to raise the price?”

Yao Yao on the stage watched the farce with a smile, not at all worried that they would start fighting in the auction house.

"200 million once!"

"Twice 200 million!"

Seeing that the sacred artifact was about to fall into that scoundrel's hands, Dan Shijuan couldn't help but raise his paddle again, "210 million..."

A hand pressed him down beside him, warning him in a low voice, "Brother Shan, it's just a low-level sacred artifact, not worth it."

"But....."

"No buts! The price of Water Bamboo Yellow is far less than 200 million! You'd be losing money if you bought it! Why bother getting angry with her?"

The unwilling man had no choice but to give up, his eyes filled with a hint of ruthlessness as he looked at Feng Siyue.

"We'll deal with her after the auction!"

"200 million times!"

"Congratulations to this young lady for winning the Tier 2 Sacred Artifact, Water Bamboo Yellow!"

A hammer!

The maid stepped down from the stage and presented the water bamboo yellow to Feng Siyue, saying politely, "Guest, this is your auction item."

Feng Siyue glanced at it, casually played with the Water Bamboo Yellow in her hand, then put it into her storage ring, and gave the spirit stones to the maid. The transaction was then complete.

"Sigh~"

"Storage ring?"

"No wonder he asked for 200 million top-grade spirit stones; it turns out he doesn't need them at all!"

The minimum cost to make a storage ring is 100 million top-grade spirit stones, but these rings have very small spaces. A ring that can hold 200 million top-grade spirit stones would be extremely expensive!

Seeing that she made the transaction so decisively, without even a hint of heartache on her face, the cultivators began to discuss among themselves.

"Could these two be members of the royal family?"

The man next to Dan Shijuan stroked his chin and spoke.

"What do you think?"

The former snorted coldly.

The man said leisurely, "You never know~"

“Master, this man has ill intentions.”

Yan Nanfei didn't miss the other person's gaze; she was all too familiar with that malice.

"Ignore him. Whatever comes next, just tell them what's suitable for them."

Over the years, the spirit stones that Feng Siyue has accumulated, along with the resources provided by the Bai family and Chaoyang Holy Palace, have already reached an astronomical figure.

Yan Nanfei nodded, "Yes."

"Next item: Tier 3 Silver Thread! Starting bid: 1 million top-grade spirit stones!"

Yan Nanfei was somewhat surprised, "Master, this auction house is auctioning two sacred artifacts?"

In the frigid Snow Crystal State, how could an auction house be trading two sacred artifacts?

Even though it's a low-end product, isn't it too generous?

Not hiding anything?

Feng Siyue raised her eyes, seemingly unconcerned, and said, "Perhaps it has some background. Do you want it?"

"want."

What the master said is true; perhaps they just happen to have extra?

"200."

Everyone: "..."

They were silent, or they were furious.

"Hmph, some people should be careful. With so many treasures in their hands, they might not be able to leave the capital!"

An old man stroked his beard and spoke, his eyes full of warning, "Greed knows no bounds. Young man, keep a low profile."

"Are some people trying to monopolize everything?"

In response to their threats, Feng Siyue's lips curled into a smile, her eyes casually sweeping over the crowd. "You...you can try."

The girl on stage smiled, seemingly unaware of the turbulent situation unfolding beneath the surface.

"The next item up for auction is a Saint-grade Black Clam obtained by the auction house's treasure hunters in the frozen seabed. The starting bid is 35 top-grade spirit stones!"

Saint-level Black Clam?

Yan Nanfei frowned; something was amiss.

Judging from the woman's calm demeanor, she was clearly used to auctioning these things. Could it be that all the items up for auction are Saint-level?