Badass Celestial Emperor Returns!

(42) Bid

The day has come for him to make a move. Zi Yingjun pulled his consciousness out of his dantian. He had cultivated enough today and sooner or later, he'll reach the seventh rank. After this, he must come up with a plan to take his inheritance and gather more than this wealth he has. This is just a small-scale clan and the Ye Dynasty where he will head soon is far prosperous that Zi Clan. Thus, he needs to prepare what is more than enough. Zi Yingjun stood by the open window of his room to see the other mountainous terrains around Da Long Mountain.

An image flashed in his mind. It was a barren land with lots of pits and smokes. Zi Yingjun's gaze went unreadable. That was the future of this place after Ye Royal Family seized the land without even explaining why they eradicated Da Long Mountain and everything around it. When Zi Yingjun's demonic sect was brought down, he was injured from escaping and fled back here. No one knew his real origin so it took time for the Ten Ancient Sect to locate him. Upon coming back here, hoping for the familiar mountainous terrains and his kin, only an empty mile of land was left behind to welcome him.

That day, Zi Yingjun just laughed it off. He thought that it must be his bloodline's fate to be erased from this world. However, he still refused to resign his fate and die. He healed himself then tried to destroy Ice Deity Sect at once. It's farfetched but he was able to kill their prodigies and supreme elders.

"Hmph." Zi Yingjun suddenly smiled. His eyes settled ahead with the reflection of the vast sky and pointy green peaks. The yang energy had tried to influence his sympathy again. But, he's not going to waste his time and strength to save this damned place. "Three survivors aside from me, huh. I'll only let one of them survive."

After transforming himself to the female version of his, Zi Yingjun ventured off to gather his additional wealth. The caravan leaders are already demanding for a stalk of Ren Xieye Grass equal to two spirit crystals. No one in Da Long Mountain nor the mortals have any of it left. They had all fallen to Zi Yingjun's hands. He went to a bidding tent where the caravan leaders and other bidders are gathered. Usually, this place won't be this crowded by the last day but since the caravan leaders are desperate to find Ren Xieye Grassed, they can try their luck to find it in a bidding tent.

Zi Yingjun went to the manager and handed three space rings. "Each ring has the same amount of Ren Xieye Grass. Over ten thousand stalks." he was able to purchase three space rings from his previous gain in selling the lost recipes. Nothing much was left from the first and second trade he did. Now, he must earn another wave of wealth to find Ye Huai in the Ye Dynasty.

This was a plan he made two days ago. He cant sell them all to the caravan leaders or it will be bothersome. But since they have a bidding area, he will try it here and swiftly take all their wealth. The more limited it is, the higher the price they can give. Zi Yingjun sat on the farthest seat with the Zi Clan members. He ignored their curious looks, specially from men.

Before the bid starts, another guest had arrived. Zi Yingjun was a bit surprised when someone sat next to him. Judging from that youth's robe, he seems to be a young master which is scholarly. However, the disguise won't fool Zi Yingjun, nor the mask covering the face.

"Hi." he amiably smiled to Jin Xuan Meng who had herself disguised again as a man. How dare she show up in this place? She must not be afraid of getting discovered. "Is Young Master a foreigner?"

Jin Xuan Meng shook her head and refused to speak. Her eyes squinted behind the mask. She is confused why another Zi Clan descendant has a pure bloodline. The problem is that she can't tell if the girl next to her is younger than her or not. She and her older brother are the only pure bloodline left in Jin Clan. Hei Xue was the last one in Hei Clan but Zi Clan actually produced two.

"This woman won't even speak." Zi Yingjun thought. He looked ahead as the host started speaking. "I heard they will auction off thousands of Ren Xieye Grasses today."

His words made Jin Xuan Meng stop. She looked back to Zi Yingjun and to her surprise, the feminine cute face is almost similar to Zi Yingjun. His height and body frame though are from a girl. It made Jin Xuan Meng not suspect anything more.

"Master Meng, the manager agreed." a girl of their age arrived and happily settled next to Jin Xuan Meng. Zi Yingjun can tell in one glance that the new girl is an admirer of her.

With the bidding starting, Zi Yingjun and Jin Xuan Meng were both silently watching others spend their money. They are not here to purchase anything but rather, sell an important stuff.

"Now for the eighteenth item! One thousand stalks of Ren Xieye Grass. Starting bid, 2,000 spirit crystals!" the host said and an assistant brought in a crate of Ren Xieye Grass. An uproar arose and the bid kept getting higher.

"3,000!"

"3,400!"

"3,800!"

"5,000!"

Everyone went still. Merchant Fu Mi is the only caravan leader that made a bid. The others were silently waiting for the main event. They were confused why Merchant Fu Mi decided to take a thousand stalk than the other 30,000 left.

"How smart." Zi Yingjun grinned. Jin Xuan Meng glanced at him with an inquiring look.

"Oh. Do tell why." she indirectly asked.

"Well, the last 30,000 stalks are the final ones. He will have a lot of wealthier competitors by then and he took this chance to not empty his vault while benefitting too." he immediately saw through Merchant Fu Mi's scheme.