Bidding

Ning Fan frowned. His relationship with Qian Qi was far from good. Their only previous encounter was when Qian Qi had coveted Yun Qingyao, resulting in Ning Fan sending him flying with a single strike.

Now that Qian Qi had suddenly appeared, he was likely here to court trouble.

However, the current Qian Qi was vastly different from the man who had shown up at Ning Fan's cave dwelling. His attire was no longer that of a Ranking Disciple. Instead, he wore the robes of a Personal Disciple.

Several Yin Yang Peak disciples also clustered behind him.

Could it be?

Had Qian Qi truly become a Personal Disciple of Yin Yang Peak!?

What a joke.

Ning Fan's frown deepened. With Qian Qi's aptitude, it was fundamentally impossible for him to be promoted to a Personal Disciple of Yin Yang Peak. Even becoming a Ranking Disciple was somewhat of a stretch.

"Hmph."

Seeing Ning Fan sizing him up, Qian Qi puffed out his chest, exuding a distinct aura of, 'The river flows east for thirty years, then west for thirty years-do not bully the youth for being poor.'

"Personal Disciple Qian."

"Who is this guy? Did he offend you, Personal Disciple Qian?"

"How audacious! You blind fool, to actually harbor a grudge against Personal Disciple Qian. Hurry up and apologize!"

The group of followers behind him rushed to speak, eager to outdo one another.

Ning Fan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the six or seven Yin Yang Peak disciples before him. There was definitely something wrong with Qian Qi's status.

Personal Disciples were the absolute core members of each main peak. They should definitely be following Chu Xinghe, seeking to enter the new floors at the very first opportunity.

But if Qian Qi was part of the first wave challenging the tower, he couldn't possibly be unaware of Ning Fan's two recent battles. And if he had seen Ning Fan take action...

Even if he were given several times his current courage, Qian Qi would never dare to rely on a mere Personal Disciple identity to play the 'do not bully the youth' act in front of Ning Fan.

"Haha, you didn't expect this, did you? When I said I could become a Personal Disciple, I meant it! And a Personal Disciple of Yin Yang Peak, no less!"

Qian Qi crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head with a smug smile.

"Ning Fan, do you regret it now?!"

Originally, the Yin Yang Peak disciples clustered around Qian Qi had shared his demeanor-shaking their heads with a slightly arrogant air.

But the moment Qian Qi uttered the name 'Ning Fan', the disciples behind him all froze. Several exchanged uneasy glances, doubting the authenticity of what they had just heard.

"Qian... Personal Disciple Qian."

"Did you just say his name is Ning Fan? The one from Changming Peak!?"

A Yin Yang Peak disciple standing behind Qian Qi hesitated as he asked for confirmation.

"Exactly!"

Qian Qi, completely oblivious to the shifting mood, spoke with righteous indignation.

But as soon as the crowd received confirmation, they all scrambled back more than ten steps, opening up a massive distance between themselves and Qian Qi.

At this moment, even someone as slow as Qian Qi realized that something was terribly wrong.

"Personal Disciple Qian..."

"Are you saying that you... you are on bad terms with the Ning Fan standing right in front of us? The one who defeated Yun Zhan and Personal Disciple Qingbo, and made a fourth-floor gambling agreement with Personal Disciple Lei Miao?"

A trembling voice sounded from one of the Yin Yang Peak disciples. The others stared at Qian Qi, their expressions a colorful mix of horror and disbelief.

"?"

Hearing this, a massive question mark surfaced in Qian Qi's heart.

What did they mean, 'defeated Yun Zhan and Personal Disciple Qingbo, and made a fourth-floor gambling agreement with Personal Disciple Lei Miao'? As far as Qian Qi knew, hadn't Ning Fan merely won a gambling match against Zhao Yan'er a few days ago? And supposedly, that victory hadn't even been absolute.

Defeating Yun Zhan might not be something worth bragging about, but what did defeating Personal Disciple Qingbo mean!?

Personal Disciple Qingbo was among the very best Personal Disciples in the entirety of Yin Yang Peak! It had only been a few days. How could Ning Fan, who had barely scraped out a win against Zhao Yan'er...

Actually defeat Personal Disciple Qingbo!?

And he had even made a fourth-floor gambling agreement with Personal Disciple Lei Miao? This was even more outrageous. Who was Lei Miao? He was the next Chief Disciple of Yin Yang Peak!

"Gulp."

Qian Qi swallowed hard. His temples were already slick with cold sweat. Originally, after obtaining his new status, he had wanted to throw his weight around in front of Ning Fan. But who could have imagined...

This weight was a bit too heavy to throw.

Ning Fan stared at Qian Qi without saying a word. He merely took one slow step forward.

Qian Qi reacted instantly.

He leaped several meters backward like a frightened rabbit.

"You-you-you! Ning Fan, what do you think you're doing?! This is the third floor of the Yin Yang Tower! Yin Yang Divine Sect disciples are strictly prohibited from fighting here!!"

Qian Qi's voice pitched into a shrill shriek.

"Right! Exactly!"

"You can't attack me!!"

As if bolstered by his own words, Qian Qi instantly regained his confidence. He took a step forward, adopting a posture of standing as equals with Ning Fan.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Harmony breeds wealth."

Seeing the escalating tension between Ning Fan and Qian Qi, the stall owner immediately stood up to smooth things over.

"Why not take a look at these Ancient Treasures of mine instead? If you find something that catches your eye, I can even offer you both a slight discount on the Spirit Stones. How does that sound?"

Ning Fan and Qian Qi glanced at the stall owner and naturally ceased their bickering.

"Young brother."

"The Ancient Treasure you fancy is this one, right? Let me tell you, I obtained this treasure from an ancient battlefield."

"When this Ancient Treasure was unearthed, all the broken swords around it shattered into dust."

"It truly lives up to the saying, 'When one sword appears, ten thousand swords submit'!"

"Here are your Spirit Stones. This item belongs to me."

Right as the stall owner was speaking eloquently, Ning Fan abruptly interrupted him. He immediately crouched down, a distinct look of urgency flashing across his face.

"Hey, wait."

"Hold on a moment."

Just as Ning Fan's hand was about to touch the broken sword, two voices rang out in succession. The stall owner even reached out and pulled the broken sword further away.

"Young brother, five hundred Spirit Stones was the price for a direct sale. Now that this friend here wants to compete with you, five hundred Spirit Stones won't be enough to take it away."

The stall owner spoke with a beaming smile.

"Exactly."

"As I just said, I am also interested in this item!"

Qian Qi chimed in.

A trace of genuine anger appeared on Ning Fan's face. In the next moment, he narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying a dark threat as he spoke.

"Do you truly wish to make an enemy out of me?"

Hearing this, a flash of fear crossed Qian Qi's face. But a second later, the fear vanished. He suddenly puffed out his chest, speaking with righteous conviction.

"What do you mean, make an enemy out of you?"

"This friend from another sect is setting up a stall in our Yin Yang Divine Sect to sell treasures. Naturally, the highest bidder wins. Now that I have also taken a liking to this treasure..."

"Of course we must bid against each other."

"Naturally, you can also choose to give up. I will gladly take this broken sword for six hundred Spirit Stones!"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth.

He truly had no grounds to argue. If the original price of the item had been five hundred Spirit Stones, Ning Fan could still argue for 'first come, first served'. But the stall owner had initially priced the Ancient Treasure at three thousand Spirit Stones, and Ning Fan had forcefully bargained it down to five hundred. Now that Qian Qi was offering a higher price, Ning Fan had nothing to say.

"Fine."

"Then we bid. I offer one thousand Spirit Stones!!!"

Ning Fan spat the words through gritted teeth.

Raising the price by four hundred Spirit Stones in a single breath! In Qian Qi's eyes, Ning Fan was clearly trying to scare him off!

Could it be...

This broken sword really is a peerless treasure!?

Qian Qi's eyes darted around frantically as greed took root.

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