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Chapter 3 - Wealth Fans

Six years later.

In the market of Anping Town, many travelling merchants came and went.

This small town happened to be the border between the Liang and Chu states.

In a black market exchange.

The origin of a pigeon egg appeared in the world, boiling the whole town.

It was said that this source was originally from the Imperial Palace of the Great Qin Nation, and had been stolen from there to be auctioned off.

This source was also the largest that had appeared so far.

Origin ability was hard to find. To ordinary people, such a large Origin Energy was even rarer than one in a hundred years. It was priceless.

Everyone rushed to the auction venue.

The seats were all reserved beforehand. The one in the front was a High Rank Spirit Stone, the one in the middle was a Middle Rank Spiritual Sense, and the one at the back was a Low Rank Spirit Stone. All in all, as long as one could take out the Spirit Stone, it would be good!

The source of this auction was the same. As long as Spirit Stone were to trade, they would not need gold or silver.

"It really is a High Rank Spirit Stone, even its appearance is exceptionally cute." Behind the auction house, a five or six-year-old boy holding a bunch of Spirit Stone sighed with emotion.

With one hand, he grabbed the other High Rank Spirit Stone and could not help but bite into it.

Hard enough, good stuff.

The pink bun's face brimmed with a trace of a happy smile. His black beautiful eyes were filled with a sense of satisfaction. The shop assistant who was holding onto a plate of food by the side could not bear to look at them.

Fortunately, there were no outsiders present. Otherwise, they wouldn't want to believe that this was their Young Master's house.

"Young master, can we begin?" The auctioneer kindly walked in front of Steamed Bun and reminded him.

The little girl finally stood up and stuffed all the Spirit Stone into her storage ring. She then smiled darkly: "Have you recalled all the Spirit Stone?"

"Put everything away." The auctioneer replied respectfully.

"Then let's begin!" The little bun waved his hand and his heroic spirit rose.

The auctioneer finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Outside, the cheers were like a tide.

As the auctioneer's voice rang out, the auction officially began.

A line of dark guard s stepped on the tiles, causing them to creak. They used their swords to open the windows and jumped down.

"Sword of Azure Sky, a top-quality spiritual sword forged by Master Zuo Liangchen. It is suitable for flying, fighting, and travelling. The starting price is thirty high rank Spirit Stone! "

"Waa!" The entire audience was in an uproar.

Those who were able to come here were basically not famous powers from other countries. Some of them were even from the Prince's royal grandson who had disguised himself as a rich merchant.

However, when they heard this price, they still found it a bit unbearable.

The Mystic Moon Continent was a cultivation continent, but there were very few true cultivators. Amongst the ten thousand people who could meet the requirements to become a cultivator, not a single one had spiritual roots.

The Spirit Stone, on the other hand, belonged to the cultivators. The places where the Mystic Moon Continent produced Spirit Stone were basically located in the depths of the mountain ranges of various countries.

Spirit Stone production was also very low, and since three years ago, this black market had risen up between the Liang and Chu kingdoms. Every year, an auction was held, and the items being auctioned were hard to find.

Moreover, this news will be spread to all countries in the world, so no one knows who the Master on the black market is.

However, he only knew that the other party was extremely mysterious and possessed extraordinary abilities. And the only currency in every auction was the Spirit Stone.

No Spirit Stone refused to enter!

Just this one message alone was enough to stop tens of thousands of people from coming here. Of course, there were plenty of people in various countries who could afford to pay the price of a Spirit Stone.

"I offer forty High Rank Spirit Stone." A light voice came from a corner. That person's body was luxurious and her aura was cold.

Someone recognized him. It was the Third Prince of Chu, Murong Yan.

"Forty-five High Rank Spirit Stone." He was dressed in a purple robe, and his aura was extremely arrogant and proud, just like a peacock. He was the Crown Prince of Liang Country, Dugu Chong.

Liang State, a subsidiary of the town of Anping, though Liang State and Chu State are neighbouring countries. The two countries also had a hundred year old bond of friendship, but there were countless conflicts and competitions between them in the dark.

When Murong Yan heard Dugu Chong's words, she immediately added: "Fifty High Rank Spirit Stone!"

"Fifty-five pills!"

Every time, Dugu Chong would suppress five more High Rank Spirit Stone than Murong Yan.

The little bun who was hiding in the back of the auction burst out into laughter. It would be best if these two idiots could keep competing with each other!

That way, the Spirit Stone would roll over, but he did not expect that at this time, his neck would suddenly feel a chill, and felt a sense of danger.

"Kids, tell me, where is Yuan?" the man in black asked.

"Yuan?" Steamed Bun blinked his beautiful big eyes and innocently shook his head, "I don't know what an origin is? Uncle, do you know what it looks like? "

Black clothed man: "..."

"Kids, don't pretend to be stupid. Stop being long-winded and bring me to look for him, or I will hack you to death with my sword!" After the man in black reacted, he began to threaten him.

"I'm so scared!" Steamed Bun began to cry.

The masked man in black chuckled, "Little brat, obediently tell me where Yuan is and I'll let you go."

However, at this moment, Steamed Bun's hand touched his storage ring and took out something to throw at the black-clothed man.

His speed was surprisingly fast. Before the man in black could react, a bump appeared on his head.

Mother said, a needle and thread is not easy to come by, not to mention the high rank Spirit Stone, such a high quality goods!

"You little bastard, you're dead meat." The black clothed man raised his sword and rushed over.

"Mummy, it's great that you're here." The little bun was instantly overjoyed. The black clothed man's mind flashed as he saw a bag of knockout drugs flying towards him.

His vision went dark and he fell to the ground in a daze.

The little bun's face revealed a happy smile. He didn't take the wrong one this time, right?

He clapped his hands, calmly walked to the black clothed man's feet and picked up the high grade Spirit Stone. Wipe gently.

But at this moment, two people behind him picked up the little bun.

"Who are you, let me go! Wuu wuu, Mummy! "

At this critical moment, the little bun didn't forget to pick up the brusque s from his bosom.

Only cultivators had this thing. As long as the brusque on both sides opened their spiritual ears, no matter if the other party was thousands of miles away or just next door, they would be able to hear any activity once the brusque was activated!

This shout broke someone's heart.

The Spirit Stone that had just finished counting all forgot, should it be 1599 or should it be 1600?

It's too much trouble, and I have to start all over again.

She couldn't afford to lose a single cent to obtain the Pearl of Water, but she would die of heartache if she lost one more.

So Mu Wanjun started to count from the beginning, but her son called out to him.

"Mummy, a few masked monsters are bringing me away."

"Then follow me first."

"But they fly on swords. I don't know where to go."

"Relax, just take it as a free trip."

"Oh!"

With that, Mu Wanjun threw the brusque to the side. She suddenly thought of something and continued to ask: "Son, a high level Spirit Stone is equal to thirty middle level Spirit Stone, and a low level Spirit Stone is equal to three hundred low level Spirit Stone. Then may I ask how many of the 1599 Inferior Grade Spirit Stone can be exchanged for with 600 Inferior Grade Spirit Awareness? "

Mu Wanjun admitted that her math was taught by her physical education teacher.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from the brusque.

Mu Wanjun asked again, "Son? "Son?"

Or was there no answer? Could something have happened?