My Silly, Sweet Wife

Situ Tai obviously didn’t expect Gongsun Jian to have five stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass. It must be known that he nearly lost his life trying to get those two stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass, yet Gongsun Jian could produce five, leaving him shocked.

Seeing Situ Tai’s panicked expression, Gongsun Jian felt secretly pleased. The two had always been like water and fire, with countless clashes in the dark, always ending inconclusively.

This time, in order to obtain these five stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass, he paid a heavy price, losing an eye in the process.

However, as long as he obtained this Nascent Soul, refined it, condensed the Yellow Mansion Space, and upgraded to the third layer of the Nascent Soul realm, Situ Tai would definitely not be his match.

At this moment, Gongsun Jian already considered the Nascent Soul in front of him as his own.

Staring at the Nascent Soul in front of him, he seemed to be contemplating the next steps for refinement.

"I offer ten stalks."

A languid voice rang out, seeming to casually dismiss the offering of ten stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass.

"Who?" Gongsun Jian shouted surprised, hearing someone could actually possess ten stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass.

Following the voice, Gongsun Jian saw an old man lying in his seat with his eyes closed, appearing indifferent.

Ye Guichen was also drawn to the voice; upon closer observation, he realized it was Uncle Fu from the border town’s slum area. Initially puzzled by Uncle Fu’s presence at the auction, Ye Guichen’s curiosity grew upon discovering Uncle Fu could offer ten stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass.

"Old man, this isn’t your business, hurry up and leave." Gongsun Jian waved dismissively at Uncle Fu, as if shooing a beggar.

In Gongsun Jian’s eyes, the old man, dressed in rags and devoid of any spiritual power fluctuations, couldn’t possibly produce ten stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass.

"This is an auction; the highest bidder wins. Since I offered more than you, this Nascent Soul is mine," Uncle Fu said, slowly sitting up with half-opened eyes.

"You? Your mouth is probably the most valuable thing about you." Gongsun Jian sneered.

Gongsun Jian called to the guards at the door, "Someone, get rid of this meddlesome old man for me!"

The guards looked at the elderly figure in the middle of the hall, uncertain, not knowing what to decide.

Two guards exchanged glances, nodded decisively, and approached Uncle Fu.

In their view, between a Nascent Soul realm expert and a beggar-like old man, they would unquestionably choose the former.

Suddenly, Uncle Fu’s gaze intensified, his eyes piercing. The two guards abruptly stopped in their tracks, their feet weighed down as if by a thousand-pound force, struggling but unable to lift them.

"Huh?"

Noticing the guards’ odd behavior, Gongsun Jian reassessed Uncle Fu.

At this point, Uncle Fu pulled a plant from his ring. Its petals were dark black, surrounded by branches and leaves encasing the stem, with wisps of shadowy aura leaking from the gaps in the leaves.

"Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass! It’s Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass!" someone exclaimed from below.

From afar, Gongsun Jian also saw the Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass in Uncle Fu’s hand, eyes filled with incredulity.

"Alright, there shouldn’t be any higher offer than this gentleman’s price," the elder declared, firmly eyeing the grass in Uncle Fu’s hand.

"Bang!"

The sound of a wooden hammer dropping announced the auction’s conclusion.

Seeing the auction end, Ye Guichen lingered no longer, instructing Shen Qianjun to accompany him to exchange goods.

After paying forty thousand spirit stones, Ye Guichen was quickly led to a dark room by a staff member, so dimly lit that one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face, with instructions to wait by the door.

Soon, a scarred barbarian was brought from the dark room, his limbs tightly bound by chains. Upon seeing Ye Guichen, he immediately showed fierce hostility, charging at him with fists, clearly mistaking Ye Guichen for an enemy.

Watching this, Ye Guichen was dumbfounded; he had saved the barbarian, yet was about to be attacked, a logic defying reason.

Considering the situation, Ye Guichen decided to teach a lesson. Light on his feet, he approached the barbarian, his figure shifting continuously around him, leaving the barbarian confused, unable to locate Ye Guichen.

"Ah!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Ye Guichen had already twisted the barbarian’s arms behind him, rendering him immobile.

Sensing Ye Guichen’s strength, the barbarian dared not act recklessly.

"Behave. Soon I will take you to Sana," Ye Guichen whispered in the barbarian’s ear.

"Holy Daughter? How can you know the Holy Daughter?" the barbarian asked, stunned with excitement and filled with longing.

"Shh..." Ye Guichen gestured to keep quiet.

Ye Guichen looked towards the distant Uncle Fu in the slum.

There, the auction elder seemed to be explaining something to Uncle Fu, who had a questioning look on his face.

Extending his spiritual sense, Ye Guichen observed the scene in the distance.

"I’ve already given you ten stalks of Nine Nether Dragon Soul Grass, why haven’t I received the Nascent Soul?" Uncle Fu asked coldly, challenging the elder before him.

"Mister, our Pavilion Master has instructed that the Nascent Soul is too precious to be stored with anyone else, so if you wish to claim the treasure, you must go to the top floor and meet with our Pavilion Master one-on-one," the elder explained calmly.