Chapter Sixty-Four: To Whom Will the Golden Crow's Flower Fall?

Junyang swallowed the fish in his mouth and replied without a second thought, “There aren’t many families who can outcompete those two clans. Besides, those strong enough to defeat them could just wait at the entrance to the Holy Realm and seize it directly, couldn’t they?”

“You used to do that all the time, didn’t you?” You Xiyue asked.

Junyang was a bit disgruntled, muttering, “Everyone does it. If cultivators and spell practitioners don’t fight, what’s the point—just sit in meditation and sleep?”

“That wouldn’t be so bad either.”

Junyang dared not retort. He figured only You Xiyue was so devoted to sleeping.

After a few bites, Junyang suddenly paused.

You Xiyue looked over in confusion. “What’s wrong? Did a fishbone get stuck?”

Junyang gave her a helpless glance. With his cultivation, how could a mere fishbone trouble him? Besides, their Teng Snake clan could swallow a mountain from the Holy Realm without choking.

“I was just suddenly curious—who brought the Golden Crow Seed here for auction? Why not let their own clan spirit absorb it?”

“Well… that’s a good question.” You Xiyue slowed her chewing, pondering.

The auctioneer finally finished his grand introduction and began the bidding for the Golden Crow Seed.

“Now, let’s begin. The starting price for the Golden Crow Seed is five Sacred Spirit Stones.”

“Five Sacred Spirit Stones???”

Many from the Immortal Realm wilted at the starting price.

That would require them to sell everything they owned just to gather enough.

“Bidding starts!”

The alchemist chimed in again, eager to join the excitement. Although he couldn’t bear to spend thirty Divine Spirit Stones on three Heavenly Pepper Flowers, the Golden Crow Seed was in a different league—it concerned the future of his entire clan.

Even the slightest improvement in bloodline could elevate a family’s status tremendously.

“Number 233, seven Sacred Spirit Stones.”

“Only adding two?” Junyang commented, enjoying the spectacle. “Compared to those who fought over the Heavenly Pepper Flower, these bidders are stingy.”

Lutan’s mouth twitched; he wanted to say this was far from stingy—he certainly didn’t have that many stones himself.

You Xiyue nodded in agreement, “Quite true.”

“…,” Lutan and the two maids could only listen.

Finally, the Qilin Clan spoke up. “Ten Sacred Spirit Stones.”

“Fifty Sacred Spirit Stones,” the auctioneer echoed.

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Qing Yide picked up his number plate, ready to raise the bid, when the roaring voice of the Candle Dragon Clan rang out.

Fan Zhujiu seized his number plate and shouted, “Thirty Sacred Spirit Stones!”

Qing Yide cursed inwardly and followed, “Fifty Sacred Spirit Stones.”

If they wanted to play big, so be it—the Azure Dragon Clan had nothing to fear.

“Hmph, I knew those Azure Dragon fellows wouldn’t give up easily,” Fan Zhujiu raised his plate again. “One hundred Sacred Spirit Stones.”

The alchemist at number 233 had no room to interject now, as the Azure Dragon, Candle Dragon, and Qilin Clans kept pushing the price higher.

Finally, Qing Yide called out, “Two thousand five hundred Sacred Spirit Stones.”

The Qilin Clan simply withdrew from the bidding.

Only Fan Zhujiu and Qing Yide remained.

“That old Qing Yide must be itching for a fight!” Fan Zhujiu slapped the table and raised the bid again. “Three thousand Sacred Spirit Stones!”

Listening from their room, Junyang was growing sleepy. “Aren’t they tired of shouting?”

You Xiyue was exhausted, too. “They’re raising the price too slowly.”

Lutan was stunned by the number of spirit stones mentioned, but the others still complained it was too slow. Lutan managed a silly smile, thinking three thousand Sacred Spirit Stones could make a small mound—quite a lot.

Then he saw You Xiyue pick up her number plate.

Junyang was surprised. “Little Ancestor, do you want the Golden Crow Seed too?”

“No interest.”

“Then…”

“I’m just bored sitting here.”

“…”

“One Dao Spirit Stone.”

As soon as You Xiyue spoke, the entire floor of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion seemed to freeze.

One Dao Spirit Stone was not equivalent to a thousand Sacred Spirit Stones; its exchange value was different.

One Dao Spirit Stone equaled one hundred thousand Sacred Spirit Stones.

One hundred thousand!

Moreover, Dao Spirit Stones could only be found in the Sacred Land.

Even those that made their way to the Holy Realm were treated as treasures.

“She must be joking, right?” Qing Mo snapped out of his daze, unable to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. “Did she bid a Dao Stone? Is she… from the Sacred Land?”

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Qing Yide stood up abruptly. Ever since he’d noticed You Xiyue’s room, he’d felt uneasy. Now, his suspicions were confirmed—the source of his anxiety was this little ancestor bidding next door, and she was no ordinary spendthrift.

Yet Qing Yide dismissed Qing Mo’s guess. “The Sacred Land has no use for the Golden Crow Seed. To their clan spirits, it’s negligible.”

The atmosphere among the Azure Dragon Clan grew tense, while the Candle Dragon Clan was quite the opposite.

“What audacity!” Fan Lihua was even more impressed, jumping up from her stool, almost wanting to worship You Xiyue as her goddess of the cultivation world.

“What audacity? Is there anyone more wasteful than her?” Fan Zhujiu, unable to vent his frustration on You Xiyue, felt like roughing up his own daughter.

“Hmph, it’s pure audacity. She’s rich and you’re jealous.”

“Whose family are you from, anyway?” Fan Zhujiu rubbed his forehead, face flushed and flustered.

Her bloodline might not run high, but her blood pressure certainly did.

Fan Lihua ignored her father’s rants, busy scheming on her own.

“I must get to know that little girl.”

Fan Lihua smiled brightly, repeatedly glancing at You Xiyue’s room and listening for activity at the door.

The auctioneer was stunned, and the alchemist even more so.

Compared to one Dao Spirit Stone, what did thirty Divine Spirit Stones matter?

“O-o-o-one…” The auctioneer seemed to stutter, struggling to calm his nerves before finally announcing, “One Dao Spirit Stone. Any further bids?”

Who would dare raise the bid?

How much could they add?

How many clans even possessed Dao Spirit Stones? Most had never even seen one.

“No more bids?” The auctioneer swallowed, his heart pounding.

If the bidding continued, he might just faint from the strain.

“Father… should we…” Qing Mo looked at Qing Yide, torn. Their clan did have three Dao Spirit Stones, left by their ancestor.

Qing Yide steeled himself, picked up his number plate. “Two Dao Spirit Stones.”

“T-t-two?”

The room erupted in astonishment; no one expected the bid to be raised.

Fan Zhujiu couldn’t help but click his tongue. “The Azure Dragon Clan really is wealthy, daring to keep up.”

Fan Lihua paid no attention to her father, excitedly awaiting the outcome, rubbing her arms with anticipation.

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