Chapter 73: The Mitre Auction!

Three days later

Qian Mo departed from the Ten Thousand Medicines Village, heading toward the Mithril Auction House.

Although Qian Mo had left Wuta City, she had not yet left the imperial territory. As the saying goes, there are no secrets that can be kept forever. The events in Wuta City quickly spread in the following days.

When the imperial royal family heard the news, they were all visibly unsettled. Everyone was shocked.

In their eyes, the insignificant Xiao family had actually annihilated the Jaleo family, and even forced the Oba family to surrender and become their subordinates. The news came too abruptly.

No one had expected the Xiao family to rise to prominence. The royal family had previously sent envoys to investigate in Wuta City, but the Xiao family gave them a strange impression: there were fewer people, and a protective barrier seemed to shield the Xiao family compound.

For someone of Featherwing’s rank—a Dou Spirit practitioner—it was truly astonishing. Originally, he hadn’t paid such a small clan any mind and didn’t believe they were capable of such feats. But now, the facts were laid bare before him, and he had no choice but to accept them.

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Jama Empire

“I hear there have been great changes with the Xiao family lately. What are your opinions on the matter?” one person asked, clearly prompting the others present to express their thoughts.

“Your Majesty, according to intelligence brought back by Featherwing, he was unable to enter the Xiao family compound. In summary, we know nothing concrete. However, the current Xiao family is much stronger than before. Featherwing is a Dou Spirit expert—if even he cannot enter, that says it all,” a minister replied.

“Your Majesty, I believe we should befriend the Xiao family and not confront them, at least until we understand the situation more thoroughly,” another minister said, bowing with hands clasped.

“Hmm, both of you are quite right. Your views align with mine. Handle it as you see fit,” the Emperor of Jama Empire declared from his throne.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“We shall see to it at once!” the two ministers replied.

“Wait. There’s no need to rush. Don’t be too hasty. Continue reporting the other matters of recent days,” the Emperor said, raising his hand to halt them.

“Ah, yes!” the ministers responded.

Thereafter, the ministers continued to brief the Emperor on their latest findings.

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Jama Empire

Mifit Auction House

“Have you heard about the Xiao family in Wuta City?”

“What do you make of it?” an elderly man asked.

“I heard the Jaleo family was destroyed, and the Oba family surrendered entirely,” a woman replied after a moment.

“Could it be that the Xiao family produced a great expert? Or perhaps there is a hidden master protecting them? It can’t be that simple, can it? What do you think, Master Nigu?” The woman, clad in a long red robe that accentuated her graceful legs and elegant figure, was so beautiful that any onlooker would be captivated—she was none other than Miss Yafei of the Mithril Auction House.

Master Nigu, a second-rank alchemist of the auction house, inhaled before replying, “Miss, I feel as you do. There must be someone helping the Xiao family in secret.”

“Still, it wouldn’t hurt for us to make their acquaintance,” he added.

Yafei nodded in agreement. “Yes, we should try to befriend the Xiao family. Even if we can’t be allies, we mustn’t become enemies.”

“Yes, Miss. I will see to it,” Master Nigu promised.

“Mm.”

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“This godforsaken place must be the Mithril Auction House?” Not far from the auction house stood a young man in a white robe, surveying the bustling crowd and raising an eyebrow at the building. It was none other than Qian Mo, newly arrived from the Ten Thousand Medicines Village.

“Well, not completely godforsaken… It’s not that bad,” Qian Mo muttered as he looked around.

“All right, Yafei should be inside. Time to find her… and have a little exchange,” he said, narrowing his eyes with a grin, looking thoroughly mischievous.

At this moment, Qian Mo had suppressed his cultivation to about the Dou Emperor level as he sauntered toward the Mithril Auction House, swinging his arms with deliberate nonchalance. He wore black sunglasses that matched perfectly with his build and looks.

Arriving at the entrance, he lifted his sunglasses slightly and clasped his hands behind his back.

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“Up close, it’s actually quite impressive. Looks proper enough—hey!” Qian Mo voiced his thoughts aloud.

“Ah, I can see you have discerning taste, sir. Our Mithril Auction House is truly a sight to behold,” came a voice from the reception—clearly a middle-aged man eager to curry favor.

Or rather, to flatter the guest.

From the moment Qian Mo had appeared at the entrance, the receptionist had sized him up: a white robe, a jade pendant hanging at his side, black sunglasses—young in both appearance and bearing. But more importantly, he emanated a powerful aura, as though a great Buddha were pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

With his years of experience, the man judged that this was no ordinary person, certainly someone not to be provoked. So young and already so formidable—either an elder in disguise, or a scion of some ancient clan.

If Qian Mo had heard his thoughts, he would have replied dismissively, “An elder in disguise? A noble scion? Little brother… you’re overthinking it. Don’t compare me to those so-called prestigious clans. What’s the comparison? A Dou Emperor and an ant? I could sell you to a brothel faster than you could blink.”

“Oh? Of course. My eye for talent is never wrong,” Qian Mo replied coolly.

“Absolutely, sir. You are completely right,” the receptionist said, rubbing his hands together.

Qian Mo couldn’t be bothered to waste time with him; his real goal was not this fool, but the future Mrs. Yafei.

“Boy, do you know what this is?” Qian Mo asked casually, producing a round pill from his hand.

“Of course I do, sir. That’s a medicinal pill. Who in the entire Dou Qi Continent wouldn’t recognize one?” The man looked at the pill in Qian Mo’s hand, feeling as if his intelligence had been insulted.

Was there really anyone who needed to ask what this was? It was just a pill… Could it be this young man didn’t know?

Surely… that couldn’t be!

“Sir, don’t you know this is a pill?” The man asked, his tone tinged with mockery.

“Eh! He really thinks I’m an idiot,” Qian Mo thought, reading the man’s expression—any fool could see he was being ridiculed.

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A week’s work for a single chapter! Exhausting! Time to take a well-deserved week off to reward myself!

(End of chapter)