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"Sure!" The owner was stunned for a moment and was the first to react, "Of course you can! "If you …"

"Little brother, I don't think that you should auction this Ling Eye Grass. I am willing to pay a high price for it!"

A man dressed in brocade clothing also reacted. He interrupted the boss's words and hurriedly squeezed in front of Jun Qiyan. He pulled her hand and said in a refined manner,

"Or if you don't want money, come to my manor! There are many treasures in my manor that you can choose from! However, you must promise me that these few stalks of Soaring Eye Grass will all belong to me! "

"Oh?"

Jun Qiyan raised an eyebrow, glanced at the boss, and said with a smile, "Although I would like to, but I think even if I agree, the boss …" Hey! Brother, what are you doing? "

Jun Qiyan abruptly raised his voice and raised his foot. He then heard a painful moan.

Everyone was startled by the noise. They all looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a man clutching his crotch, squatting on the ground with a pained expression.

"If you want to say it, then say it. Is there a need to sneakily take it?"

He was just about to take advantage of the moment when she was distracted to speak to someone else, sneakily taking the herb out of her hand. However, he was discovered by her, and she raised her foot to kick him forcefully in the crotch.

Jun Qiyan sneered as she looked around at the crowd. Then, she took the herb back into her bosom and made a gesture to leave.

The venue suddenly became silent. Then, it erupted into a deafening roar that was even more deafening than the one from the previous auction.

"Wait a minute!"

"Please wait!"

"Please don't leave …"

At the very moment that Jun Qiyan turned to leave, several hands suddenly stretched out to stop her.

The gazes of the nobles were so bright that it made Jun Qiyan feel chilled to the core.

"This brother," a thin woman with her hair tied up in a bun walked in front of Jun Qiyan and hurriedly said, "These few stalks of Soaring Eye Grass …"

"Can you give these to me?" The man who had just failed to steal the grass had suddenly pushed his way in front of Jun Qianyan, pushing the skinny woman aside and anxiously asking, "What do you want, just say it!"

"Shut up, you thief!"

A rather young and beautiful woman pointed at the man and yelled, then she also turned to Jun Qiyan and timidly asked, "I don't need a lot, I just want one, is it okay?"

"Brother!"

Another man dressed in simple and plain clothes pretended to be pushing away the young woman, raised his chin and said to Jun Qiyan, "You don't know anything about medicinal herbs. If your goods make a move, I can guarantee that I'll …"

"Go away, go away!"

"Don't block me!"

The air around them was full of irritation. They were already on the edge of tension, but with a few men shouting, the crowd immediately became restless. Some of them even began to pull and pull at each other.

When Jun Qiyan saw that something was wrong, he immediately bent down and squeezed his way through the gap between the two of them.

"Wait!"

At some point the shop owner had appeared in front of Jun Qiyan, as if he was afraid that she would run away. He quickly pulled her up and asked, "Little brother, are you selling these pills and herbs?"

Looking at the chaotic auction house, Jun Qiyan had initially rejected it, but seeing that the boss was still very calm, she nodded and said, "I can still sell the pills, but the spirit grass …" Forget it. They're too crazy! "

"Don't! Take advantage of the fact that they want it, and quickly make your move! "

Just as Jun Qianyan was about to turn around and leave, he heard the voice of the ball urgently sound out. "I've just looked through all the items that were auctioned and discovered something useful for treating QingCai! You can use the spirit grass to exchange for it as soon as possible, the more the better! "

"Really?"

Jun Qiyan was a little surprised, but more than that, she was pleasantly surprised. When she heard about the effects of the medicine, she agreed without thinking, "Alright! Then I'll trade the spirit herbs for a pile of them. I'll sell the pills, let's go eat something good! "

After making up his mind, Jun Qiyan suddenly turned around and grabbed the boss's clothes with one hand. She handed him the spiritual herbs while whispering something in his ear.

"You want that?"

The shop owner was somewhat surprised. He had initially been wondering about the fact that Jun Qianyan suddenly didn't sell her spiritual herbs, but now that he thought about it, he was even more surprised to find that she actually wanted to trade her spiritual herbs for something that wasn't particularly rare.

This was clearly a loss, alright!

"Give me as much as you can get."

Seeing that the boss was still doubting his words, Jun Qiyan nodded again and repeated his words.

"No problem!"

The shop owner solemnly nodded his head as well, his eyes brimming with joy. In order to let Jun Qiyan keep up the good show, he had also let out a few words.

"Seeing that you're so straightforward and have a high value for pills and spiritual herbs, why don't I give you this auction card. From now on, you can come and go as you wish and bring anything you want to auction!"

"Really?"

Jun Qiyan's eyes lit up. After all, this was a pretty good source of income for her!

"How can this be false?"

The shop owner smiled. After the deal was concluded, he looked at the restless crowd and took out a hammer. Then, he rapped the hammer twice on the table. He shouted, "Silence! Silence!"

However, the nobles who were still fighting over the herb acted as if they didn't hear anything. They didn't even pay attention to their boss. They didn't even move their attention away as they continued to talk about the two words, "Buy" and "Soaring Eye Grass".

"Everyone, quiet down!" The boss heavily hammered a few more times, raised his voice and said, "This brother agrees to auction the Red-Eyed Grass. Please return to your seats and prepare to bid!"

The boss' words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the raging flames of the nobles.

The nobles all came to their senses, awkwardly clearing their throats and tidying up their clothes. Everyone returned to their seats, sitting up straight, craning their necks, slightly tilting their chins, staring at the stalks of rushes in the boss' hands, waiting for him to call out the starting price of the rushes.

Jun Qiyan was immediately frightened by the aristocrats' actions. He couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw that they had turned back into nobility in the blink of an eye while quarreling like madmen.

Even Jun Qianyan didn't expect that his chuckle would actually ignite the fire in the auction hall once again. Before the boss had even called out the starting price of the herb, someone had already raised their hand and shouted:

"Five hundred gold coins!"

"Seven hundred gold coins!"

"A thousand gold!"