The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 50

Jiang Luoyue felt a bit helpless. It turned out that the massive amount of points she could exchange from the System was only enough to buy a single Longevity Pill at these prices.

After a long wait, the auction finally brought out the Seven-Star Grass.

Beyond mitigating the backlash of the Realm-Passing Pill, Seven-Star Grass had other uses. It was an exceptional medicine for repairing damaged souls.

“One hundred thousand spirit stones,” Yue Wenqiu called out the opening bid.

“How much do you think this Seven-Star Grass will go for? It won’t be tens of millions, will it?” Jiang Luoyue felt uneasy.

The grass served two functions: curing the backlash of the Realm-Passing Pill—though few people could obtain such a pill nowadays—and soul repair. Who would need it for the latter? Naturally, someone trying to save a person important to them. However, cultivators lived long lives and saw much; unless a loved one died a tragic, untimely death, most let the past fade with the wind.

“The demand for Seven-Star Grass shouldn’t be too high,” Yue Wenqiu mused.

“I hope so,” Jiang Luoyue pouted.

“One hundred and fifty thousand,” Luo Xiuping’s side countered.

“They jumped straight up by fifty thousand?” Jiang Luoyue was shocked. “Wenqiu, don’t raise the price too fast! We need to save every bit we can.”

“One hundred and sixty thousand,” Yue Wenqiu bid, following her advice by only inching upward.

“Two hundred thousand,” Luo Xiuping bid again. This time, his Master had provided him with ample funds, so he didn’t care about a few extra tens of thousands.

“Two hundred and ten thousand,” Yue Wenqiu replied.

“One million and ten thousand,” Yue Wenqiu said eventually.

Jiang Luoyue felt like biting her handkerchief in grief. “This is too much! We can’t afford this. You aren’t allowed to ask your parents for more money—I’d be too embarrassed. Let’s just stop.”

“Anyway… I have other ways to handle the backlash. At worst, I just won’t use the Realm-Passing Pill anymore.” She grabbed Yue Wenqiu’s sleeve, trying to pull him back from bidding.

Meanwhile, in the other box, Luo Xiuping was flying into a rage. “Who is this? Are they deliberately messing with me?”

Even though his Master was wealthy, over a million spirit stones was excessive. He would surely be scolded for his poor auction strategy.

“One and a half million!” Luo Xiuping shouted his bid directly.

“Master, isn’t that too much? The Master didn’t give us that much money,” Zhao Ziyan said anxiously.

“If we don’t get the Seven-Star Grass, you have no idea how the Master will torture us when we return.” Luo Xiuping looked at her with a terrifying, deathly glare. Zhao Ziyan fell silent, terrified.

“One million, five hundred thousand, and… one spirit stone,” Yue Wenqiu called out.

“You can actually bid like that?” Li Changting nearly burst out laughing.

“Let’s just let them have it,” Jiang Luoyue pleaded, holding Yue Wenqiu’s wrist.

“It’s fine, Sister. Just trust Brother Yue,” Jiang Luoxing smirked. “That person clearly needs the grass desperately. They definitely think we’re just baiting them. Imagine how angry they are right now.”

Jiang Luoyue looked at her “black-hearted” younger brother. “If we aren’t going to win it, why provoke them?”

“We’ve likely already been marked as enemies; he wouldn’t have jumped to 1.5 million otherwise,” Yue Wenqiu said with a faint smile.

“But isn’t the VIP information confidential?” Jiang Luoyue asked.

“If the price is right, Fengman Pavilion might not keep it a secret. We don’t know the other party’s background, and it’s hard for us to face a powerful foe alone,” Yue Wenqiu said. He decided that if the other side bid again, he would stop.

Back in the other room, Luo Xiuping smashed a table with his palm. “1,500,001? This person has some nerve!”

“One million, five hundred thousand, and two spirit stones,” Luo Xiuping bid. He then summoned an attendant. “Take these one hundred thousand spirit stones to the guest who keeps bidding. Tell them I desperately need this Seven-Star Grass and ask if they can show some mercy. These stones are a small token of my gratitude.”

The attendant brought the stones to Yue Wenqiu.

“Very well,” Yue Wenqiu nodded, accepting the 100,000 spirit stones without a hint of hesitation. Once the attendant left, he handed the bag to Jiang Luoyue. “See? Haven’t I just made some money for the family?”

“Was that intentional?” Jiang Luoyue asked, though her hands were busy tucking the stones safely into her jade ring.

“Of course not. How could you think so poorly of me?” Yue Wenqiu teased, tapping her nose. “I truly wanted the grass, but once it exceeded my budget, I figured I’d push him a bit. If he really wanted it, he’d offer a bribe to make us stop.”

“But what if he had stopped bidding?” Jiang Luoyue asked, thinking he had been too reckless.

“Then we would have bought it. The Dongyue Sect is quite wealthy among the four great sects,” Yue Wenqiu laughed. “While I technically use my parents’ money, I’ve earned quite a bit during my century of traveling and training. I just happened to hand it all over to them.”

Jiang Luoyue pursed her lips. Her understanding of “rich people” was clearly too shallow.

Over in Luo Xiuping’s box, he had successfully won the Seven-Star Grass because Yue Wenqiu stopped bidding. However, because he had overspent, he had to pay the difference out of his own pocket.

“We can ask the Master for more later,” Zhao Ziyan said softly.

“Fool. Do you think he’ll give it to me? He’ll only see me as useless,” Luo Xiuping’s face twisted with malice. “I placed a tracking seal on those spirit stones I sent. I’ll find that person later, kill them, and take their storage pouch.”

Zhao Ziyan felt Luo Xiuping was becoming increasingly vicious, making enemies over such trivial matters. But then, Luo Xiuping froze.

“Wait… the aura of that storage pouch is familiar.” He could sense the seal he’d placed on the stones as they were tucked away.

The storage pouch belonged to Jiang Luoyue. He had memorized her aura perfectly.

“Who is it, Master?” Zhao Ziyan asked.

“It’s Jiang Luoyue.” Luo Xiuping’s lips curled into a smile. He had finally found his chance for revenge.

Since being promoted by his “Master,” Luo Xiuping had received many pills to rapidly increase his power. He was now at the early stage of Soul Transformation. However, the ingredients for those pills were living cultivators—both humans and demons. Such a path against the heavens meant falling into the demonic way; his future progress would be nearly impossible, and he would never ascend.

But being defeated by Jiang Luoyue had become his obsession. He only wanted to grow stronger, kill that girl, and follow his Master to eventually control the entire cultivation world.

Zhao Ziyan was stunned. “She actually came to Fengman Pavilion? But why does she want Seven-Star Grass? Could it be to repair the souls of Jiang Ming and Song Qian?”