Chapter 415
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Chapter 415: Solar Flame Herb
Ye Yun smiled as he scanned the surroundings, an audacious idea forming in his mind that bordered on reckless arrogance.
"The second auction item is a spirit herb you’ve all heard of—the Solar Flame Herb. Those cultivating physical bodies know this herb is a supreme treasure for tempering flesh. Properly utilized, it can elevate your bodily strength by an entire tier," Yue Yunfan announced clearly. With a wave, light and shadow coalesced above his palm, revealing a two-foot-tall herb with yellowish leaves faintly shimmering with fire light.
"While the Solar Flame Herb is valuable for body refinement, few pursue physical cultivation nowadays. Its price isn’t as astronomical as Old Yue claims," Zhuge Chong explained hastily, perhaps compensating for his earlier silence.
Ye Yun grinned. "What if one hasn’t practiced body refinement techniques? Would it still be useful?"
"Certainly," Zhuge Chong nodded. "Bathing in herbal mixtures or refining pills with it can still enhance physical resilience."
"Good enough. I’ll bid if the price stays reasonable."
Zhuge Chong’s eyes widened. "Brother Ye’s family must be prosperous indeed to handle top-grade spirit stones so casually."
Ye Yun chuckled. "How could I compare to Divine Grace Palace’s elite disciples? This is mere pocket change."
"Since all understand this herb’s value, I’ll set no base price. Bid freely—minimum increments of fifty top-grade spirit stones," Yue Yunfan’s voice boomed across the hall.
"Fifty stones then. Seems fair," croaked an elderly voice dripping with mockery.
"Old Sun, your humor fails. Even now, it’s worth at least a hundred."
"One hundred fifty! Why quibble over trifles?"
"Two hundred. I’ll take it since no one else wants this junk."
Bids rose despite pretended indifference, soon reaching four hundred fifty stones.
"Five hundred!"
A tomb-cold voice rasped from Ye Yun’s right.
"Old Ghost of the Underworld," sneered Heavenly Gate’s Elder Jiushan, "Why would a soul practitioner want body-refining herbs?"
"Can’t I spend my stones as I please, Jiushan?" the ghostly figure retorted.
"Ah! Your prized disciple dabbles in both body and soul cultivation. How… ambitious."
"Silence!"
"Five hundred from the Underworld Ghost. Higher bids?"
"Six hundred."
All heads swiveled to Ye Yun, whose raised hand projected six hundred stones in ethereal light.
"Brat, you dare challenge me?" The ghost’s pallid face twisted.
"Isn’t this an auction, old man? Or have senility clouded the rules?" Ye Yun’s mocking tone drew gasps.
"You court death!" The ghost’s murderous aura flared—a third-level Golden Core expert facing mere Foundation Establishment trash.
"Elder Yue! He’s threatening me!" Ye Yun called cheerfully to the stage.
Yue Yunfan glared. "Cease disturbances, Underworld Ghost! Bid properly in Alchemy Cauldron Sect’s auction!"
"Seven hundred stones!" The ghost’s voice turned glacial. "Let’s see your resolve, whelp!"
"Eight hundred." Ye Yun’s reply came before the echo faded.
The spectral figure trembled, deathly gaze locked on Ye Yun. "Pray you never leave Kyoto City, lest I teach you the meaning of endless torment!" With that, he vanished.
"Eight hundred stones! Sold to the young master!" Yue Yunfan barely concealed his delight—twice the herb’s usual value.
Ye Yun examined his prize. "Elder Shan, must we settle payments piecemeal? Let’s tally everything post-auction."
Shan Yu Chun’s eyes gleamed. "You may deposit five thousand stones now for ten thousand credit, plus minor fees later."
"Troublesome. Here’s ten thousand stones upfront—grant me twenty thousand credit." Ye Yun tossed a storage pouch casually.
Shan Yu Chun’s spirit perception confirmed the contents—neat stacks glowing with ten thousand top-grade stones. "Splendid! The coming items won’t disappoint, young master!" His hands shook—eight years managing this floor, never witnessing such wealth.
The hall buzzed as Zhuge Chong and Zeng Xuan gaped. Even elite disciples couldn’t match this profligacy.
Ye Yun leaned back, eyes on the auction stage. "Elder Yue! The third item?"
Every gaze burned into him. Did this hidden family scion plan to dominate the entire auction? Twenty thousand credit already dwarfed most cultivators’ life savings.
Yue Yunfan’s pulse quickened. "The third treasure is Thunder Spirit Transformation Pill—a supreme elixir forged from Thunder Spirit Qi and heavenly materials!"
