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The woman in the memory turned around gently while holding a sword, which let out a crisp jingling sound.
“How can the hearts of the people be at peace? Only General Xie of Yelan can achieve that.”
The famous General Xie had fought hundreds of battles and faced ten thousand enemies; how could she die so easily?
He chuckled, thinking the woman was speaking nonsense.
“Compared to you demons, humans are like a tiny grain of sand in the long river of time.”
“Just consider it my final wish; come and visit me after I die.”
“After all… I am afraid of being lonely.”
The woman turned around, but he could no longer see her face clearly.
Yelan City, Anqing Auction House.
“Three hundred thousand spiritual silver.”
The man dressed in the purple fur-collared coat watched the price of the Blood Kong Flower skyrocket and silently raised his plaque.
“This gentleman bids three hundred thousand spiritual silver! He directly added one hundred thousand! This has already reached the price of a Blood Kong Flower from several years ago in our Anqing Auction House! Does anyone else wish to bid!?”
Because the auction price fluctuated so dramatically, the host on the stage was flushed with excitement.
“Add! Add! Outbid him to death!”
Xiu Qingcheng was equally excited, urging Meng Yingxing beside her to raise the bid.
“Right now, they have earned a massive amount of spiritual silver thanks to Nan Feixue’s ‘gift.’ A mere three hundred thousand? We can still add more!”
Meng Yingxing looked at the man who had been continuously raising the price and raised his own plaque.
“Three hundred and ten thousand spiritual silver.”
The man looked back; their gazes collided for an instant before they both looked away.
“Why add such a small amount? Just add a full hundred thousand!”
Xiu Qingcheng tapped Meng Yingxing’s arm, expressing her dissatisfaction with his restrained bidding.
‘This is a necessity for repairing Meng Yingxing’s spiritual veins, and it’s right within our reach. We must get it!’
“Master, it’s better to be steady.”
Meng Yingxing felt helpless.
‘They had earned money, but it wasn’t so much that they could spend it recklessly. They should save where they could.’
With the money saved, he could buy more delicious food for Xiu Qingcheng.
“Steady your sword, steady!”
Xiu Qingcheng glared at Meng Yingxing. “This is military funding; we cannot skimp on it!”
Just as Xiu Qingcheng finished glaring at him, the man raised his hand to bid again. Just like before, he added another hundred thousand spiritual silver.
The auction price for the Blood Kong Flower had now reached four hundred and ten thousand spiritual silver.
The guests who had originally held expectations for the flower now looked hesitant.
In other words, while the Blood Kong Flower was precious, it wasn’t exactly a priceless treasure beyond all limits.
“Quick, add more!”
Xiu Qingcheng urged Meng Yingxing.
“Four hundred and twenty thousand.”
Meng Yingxing raised the plaque.
“Five hundred thousand.”
The man raised his plaque.
“Quick, disciple! He only dared to add eighty thousand this time; he’s almost at his limit! Crush him!”
“…Five hundred thousand.”
“Six hundred thousand.”
Although the vast hall was full of people, it was momentarily pin-drop silent.
Only the voice of one man and one youth could be heard, adding a value to a Blood Kong Flower that far exceeded its actual worth.
“Eight hundred thousand.”
The man was still bidding.
Meng Yingxing gritted his teeth, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face.
“Add more, disciple! Why aren’t you adding more?”
Xiu Qingcheng was incredibly anxious.
“Master, I can’t. Counting the money from our auction items, we only have seven hundred and fifty thousand in total.”
Meng Yingxing let out a breath, and the plaque he was about to raise finally came to rest flat on the table beside him.
“And looking at him, I’m afraid he still has more to spare. We can’t outbid him.”
From three hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand, the man’s expression hadn’t changed at all.
From start to finish, the man had been looking down at the tea in his hand, which he hadn’t taken a single sip of, lost in thought.
Seeing that he was determined to take the Blood Kong Flower, he wouldn’t allow anyone else to interfere.
Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng also calmed down.
She fell into a rare silent state, staring at the back of the man in front of her.
“This is exactly why I hate rich people!”
Meng Yingxing chuckled.
The two of them could no longer hear the host on the stage announcing the final sale of the Blood Kong Flower at the price of eight hundred thousand.
The sun hung high overhead, shining down on Xiu Qingcheng and Meng Yingxing, but they couldn’t feel its warmth.
Today’s auction drew to a close, and those who participated received their money or the items they bought.
Xiu Qingcheng looked at the thick stack of spiritual silver notes in her hand, unsure whether to cry or laugh.
The good thing was they were no longer short on money; the bad thing was that without the Blood Kong Flower, this money might as well not exist.
She silently stuffed the spiritual silver notes into Meng Yingxing’s robes.
“We can still ask around elsewhere to see if there are more Blood Kong Flowers. Master, with this money, we certainly have more options now.”
‘With this money, we can do much more.’
Meng Yingxing was taking it quite well.
Xiu Qingcheng glanced at him.
“Wrong, wrong, wrong. My dear disciple, when did I ever say we were done for today?”
Meng Yingxing was confused, seeing that the gloom on Xiu Qingcheng’s face had been replaced by a wicked, sinister expression.
He felt a bad premonition rising in his heart.
A moment later, the two of them were hiding on the roof of the Anqing Auction House.
Meng Yingxing looked at Xiu Qingcheng beside him.
At this moment, Xiu Qingcheng had used her spiritual power to swap her classic outfit for a black skin-tight suit, and her head was tightly wrapped in a bank robber’s balaclava.
This was the first time Meng Yingxing had seen Xiu Qingcheng change clothes, but this outfit was truly… hard to describe.
Leaving aside the strange mask, the skin-tight suit highlighted Xiu Qingcheng’s exquisite and curvaceous figure to the fullest.
Meng Yingxing took one look and didn’t dare look again, choosing instead to stare at Xiu Qingcheng’s masked face.
“So, Master, what are we…?”
Meng Yingxing tried to get an answer from her.
Xiu Qingcheng’s grey eyes—the only part of her visible—overflowed with emotion. “Do you even need to ask? We wait for that man to come out of the auction house, tail him, and then rob him of the Blood Kong Flower when no one is watching!”
Meng Yingxing might be from a righteous sect, but Xiu Qingcheng certainly wasn’t!
‘A mere highway robbery? She was more than capable of it!’
Besides, the spiritual cultivation world spoke with fists. What was wrong with snatching things!
If anyone was to blame, it was that man for insisting on competing with them!
“Just follow me later and wait quietly for me to snatch that Blood Kong Flower back.”
Xiu Qingcheng gave Meng Yingxing his instructions.
From her words, it seemed she didn’t intend for Meng Yingxing to take action this time, unlike before.
Meng Yingxing naturally understood it was because his body was currently unwell; fighting a man of unknown strength would be too much of a strain. Xiu Qingcheng was looking out for him.
He lowered his head for a moment, then looked at her seriously. “Master, I should still go with you.”
Xiu Qingcheng pressed his head back down onto the roof tiles.
“Go with your sword!”
‘Hm, Master seems to have learned more strange phrases.’
Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng hid their auras on the roof and waited for a while. Soon, they saw the man emerge from the auction house carrying the Blood Kong Flower.
Heaven knows what he was doing inside for so long.
“Disciple, follow him!”
As the man walked further away, Xiu Qingcheng signaled Meng Yingxing to catch up.
Meng Yingxing followed behind her, looking at her all-black skin-tight suit and then at the bright, sunlit weather.
“…Master’s black outfit is a bit ill-timed.”
Xiu Qingcheng and Meng Yingxing followed the man all the way, looking for the best moment to strike.
It seemed heaven was favoring Xiu Qingcheng. The man, carrying the Blood Kong Flower, actually kept walking toward the outskirts of Yelan City.
There were very few people outside the city; Xiu Qingcheng could strike at any time.
Thus, a moment after the man left the city, Xiu Qingcheng chose to act.
She told Meng Yingxing to stay back and watch, then suddenly lunged from a tree toward the man’s back.
Xiu Qingcheng carried a blurred sword manifested from her own power, stabbing straight toward the center of the man’s back.
She had no intention of killing the man, so her movements were much slower than usual.
The man sensed the killing intent behind him and reacted instantly.
Coldness flashed in his narrow peach-blossom eyes. With his other hand, he unsheathed his red sword in a single motion, turning to block Xiu Qingcheng’s strike.
“Who are you!?”
After parrying her strike, the man frowned and questioned the black-clad woman before him with a sharp voice.
“Hand over the Blood Kong Flower, and I will spare your life!”
Xiu Qingcheng’s grey eyes were cold as she spoke her goal in a raspy voice.
Hearing this, the man’s frown deepened.
Someone was actually trying to rob him for a Blood Kong Flower?
“If you want this flower, you’ll have to see if you have the skill.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiu Qingcheng swung her longsword and attacked. The blade flashed with cold light, appearing as if she truly intended to take his life.
The man’s strength was very formidable. Even facing Xiu Qingcheng, he didn’t fall into a disadvantage after several exchanges.
Even though Xiu Qingcheng was holding back.
The more Xiu Qingcheng fought him, the colder her expression became, and the more she truly felt like killing the man before her—
For some reason, she glanced toward where Meng Yingxing was hiding.
Meng Yingxing watched the clash between Xiu Qingcheng and the man from a distance, a look of suspicion creeping into his brow.
If the sword style he learned from Xiu Qingcheng was correct, and if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, then the sword technique that man was currently using—
It was undoubtedly the Enemy Slaying Sword.
Why would the sword style his master taught him appear on a total stranger?
Could it be… that he really was related to Master?
As Meng Yingxing thought this, the heart in his chest began to race restlessly.
After a moment of internal struggle, Meng Yingxing gritted his teeth, unsheathed the Ting Tian Sword, and leapt down from the tree.
On the other side, while the man was busy dealing with Xiu Qingcheng, a cobalt-blue sword suddenly lunged out from before him.
That deep cobalt light was so familiar, just like a memory from a day he thought was perfectly ordinary, buried deep in his mind.
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