Chapter 55: Intentionally Provoking a Fight

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The Foundation Establishment Pill.

At the White Cloud Sect’s Outer Disciples’ Alchemy Pavilion, one pill went for around 4,500 spirit stones.

But this wasn’t a matter of price—it was about availability.

Every month, Elder Xiao Wusheng only provided ten pills, and once released, they were sold out instantly.

Afterward, those pills would circulate between disciples, exchanged, resold, and the price would only go higher.

But clearly, this Foundation Pill wasn’t refined by Xiao Wusheng himself.

If it were, it would definitely be top-grade.

And while Foundation Pills were rare, Yu Xian’s master was the Pavilion Lord himself.

Xiao Wusheng had already set aside ten top-grade Foundation Pills for Yu Xian.

When Yu Xian reached peak Qi Condensation and needed to break through, he would take them.

And if he couldn’t break through—he’d be pushed through with sheer quantity!

This was the benefit of having a backer.

This was the warmth of a master’s care.

So, Yu Xian had no interest in this middle-grade Foundation Pill.

But the others—their eyes were practically glowing.

A Foundation Establishment Pill!

Its price wasn’t even the main concern.

Even within sects, disciples scrambled to obtain them.

For one to appear on the open market was incredibly rare.

Countless rogue cultivators stuck at peak Qi Condensation, now middle-aged or older, dreamed day and night of getting their hands on one.

But it was nearly impossible.

Now, here in Wanbao House, one had appeared for auction.

While no one understood why the five floor masters weren’t keeping it for themselves, since it was up for sale, they were prepared to fight with everything to obtain it.

Especially the 20+ cultivators who had been stuck at peak Qi Condensation for years or even decades!

Zhang Xiaoling noticed the change immediately.

Those feverish eyes, a faint madness flickering inside each.

She smiled sweetly:

“This Foundation Pill—if it weren’t for Elder Song urgently needing spirit stones, it wouldn’t be here today. Starting bid: 5,000 spirit stones. Each raise: no less than 100.”

“5,100!”

“5,200!”

…

In an instant, the crowd exploded with bids.

Dozens of voices rang out in chaos.

To Yu Xian, it was deafening and annoying, not exciting.

Still, with everyone so distracted, it gave him time to study the large ceiling beams, thinking through his next move.

If only he could collapse the third floor… they’d be forced to rebuild, right?

And to bring down the third floor, they’d need to start a real fight. Explosions. Spells. Structural damage.

Yu Xian turned his gaze toward Feng Chang.

Feng Chang instantly sensed a hostile stare and turned abruptly—meeting Yu Xian’s cold, disdainful eyes.

Feng’s gaze sharpened, glinting with killing intent.

That bastard still dared to provoke him!?

Once the auction ended, if Yu Xian dared step outside, Feng Chang swore—he’d kill him!

Yu Xian only smirked.

His lips moved, forming two silent words:

“Idiot… Scum…”

Feng Chang’s expression twisted.

His eyes reddened. He jumped up and roared:

“You bastard! Who the hell are you calling names!?”

Zhang Xiaoling, who was still speaking, was abruptly cut off.

Everyone turned in shock toward Feng Chang.

He was already shaking with killing intent, glaring furiously at Yu Xian.

“Say it again! I dare you!”

Yu Xian stood slowly and said coldly:

“I called you an idiot. A brainless fool. A broke, pretentious piece of trash! Does the lady even look at you? You’re already in your forties, and still acting like a pathetic mutt in heat! Ugly. Dirty. Loud. Disgusting!”

Yu Xian wasn’t normally a trash talker—but he grew up around quarrelsome village aunties.

Their insults could last an hour without repeating a word.

So when he finally opened his mouth—he had artillery.

“You—you—your damn mother—!”

Feng Chang was stunned, his face flushed bright red. Shame and fury surged in his chest.

He lifted a hand and yelled:

“I’ll kill you!!”

“Stop!”

“Don’t!”

“Brother Feng—hold it!!”

At that instant, Chu Yiwu, Jiang Liu, and Mo Younan all cried out and rushed forward.

As auction supervisors, they were always prepared to stop violence, but even they hadn’t expected this to escalate so fast.

Feng Chang’s killing intent had been lit like dry hay—instantly ablaze.

“Die!!!”

Feng Chang roared, casting a spell, golden light flashing!

Nearby cultivators panicked and fled, cursing as they scrambled away.

But the supervisors were fast.

Chu Yiwu and Mo Younan, both peak Qi Condensation cultivators, pressed down on Feng’s arms, suppressing the spell.

Jiang Liu stepped between them with a silver shield, ready to block if needed.

“Calm down, Brother Feng!”

Chu Yiwu frowned:

“Whatever grievance you have, settle it after the auction.”

Mo Younan glanced at Yu Xian:

“Brother Yu, why use such harsh words? We’re not vulgar commoners. That level of insult is beneath us.”

Yu Xian shrugged:

“He insulted me first.”

“You lying bastard! You started it!”

Feng Chang struggled wildly but didn’t dare release his spell now that he saw the supervisors watching.

“Everyone heard him insult me again. But fine, I won’t stoop to his level.”

Yu Xian sneered:

“You’re just mad you paid 1,100 spirit stones for a fake pill, huh? Still pretending to impress Zhang Xiaoling. What a joke. No strength, no money, yet trying to show off…”

Feng Chang’s body trembled.

“You shut the hell up! That was my own choice! But you—you just raised the price without buying! You’re the broke one!”

“Hah!”

Yu Xian suddenly shouted:

“I didn’t buy it because I knew it wasn’t worth that much! Broke? Zhang Xiaoling!”

He turned to her and declared:

“1,500 spirit stones! I’ll buy that ancient pill formula!”

Zhang Xiaoling looked helpless—then excited.

She glanced at both men. After all, Feng Chang had gifted it to her. Selling it might be awkward.

But—

“Sell it to him!”

Feng Chang sneered:

“Let’s see if he can really pay!”

Zhang Xiaoling beamed.

This was perfect—she’d get 1,500 spirit stones for a worthless formula. Jackpot!

She handed the formula to a maid, who brought it to Yu Xian.

Yu Xian laughed coldly, pointed at Feng Chang:

“You broke mutt—I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He took the pill formula and tossed a storage pouch to the maid.

She brought it back to Zhang Xiaoling, who opened it—and couldn’t stop smiling.

A full 1,500 spirit stones!

All hers!

Zhang Xiaoling blushed and bowed gracefully:

“Many thanks, Brother Yu.”

Yu Xian smiled:

“No need for thanks. Just make sure next time you don’t get fooled by broke dogs pretending to be rich.”

He returned to his seat, completely relaxed.

Feng Chang, on the other hand, was trembling with rage.

He couldn’t even speak.

He’d been humiliated. In front of everyone.

Chu Yiwu and the others were thrilled. Yu Xian just gave 1,500 spirit stones to their junior sister—essentially adding to their faction’s earnings.

They soothed Feng Chang and urged him to sit.

Even though he’d been insulted… he had to endure it.

Feng sat down, hands clenching and unclenching, glaring daggers at Yu Xian.

The auction resumed. A third-tier magic treasure was now up for bid.

Feng forced himself to calm down.

But suddenly—he felt that damn gaze again.

He turned—Yu Xian was staring at him again.

And his lips moved silently.

“Ugly mutt. Broke dog. Trash.”

“AAAAAAHHH!!”

Feng Chang completely lost it.

Golden light erupted, Qi Condensation pinnacle power exploding across the room.

A full-on spell:

Great Golden Light Slash—launched with killing intent!