"Arrogant!"

"Too arrogant!"

Master Long’s eyes reddened with rage, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He didn’t have much wealth, but he had the backing of the City Lord’s Manor!

The City Lord’s Manor controlled the entire Qinghai City. Even if they weren’t as rich as a nation, here, aside from the Trading Pavilion, no one dared to claim they could rival its wealth.

Even if the other party was a direct disciple of the General Tower Master, he couldn’t possibly have such financial resources.

"Twenty billion and one!"

Master Long placed a bid.

This was no longer just a personal matter; it was about the reputation and dignity of the City Lord’s Manor!

"Thirty billion."

Qin Feiyang smirked and casually added another ten billion.

"Bastard!"

Master Long couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He felt even adding a billion at a time was extravagant, yet the other party repeatedly added ten billion.

This was blatant humiliation!

Qin Feiyang chuckled, "If you’re upset, just add ten billion each time too!"

"Trying to provoke me?"

"Fine, I’ll indulge you!"

"I want to see how capable you really are!"

"Forty billion!"

Master Long’s gloomy voice echoed.

"Impressive."

"But let’s see how you handle the next one."

"Not much, one hundred billion."

Qin Feiyang laughed.

"What?"

Wang Youer and Young Master Hao stood up abruptly, staring at Qin Feiyang in shock, their eyes almost popping out.

The people outside the auction house were also dumbfounded, unable to react for a while.

Even the white-clad woman on the high platform was in utter disbelief.

Not much? One hundred billion?

Though a Holy Artifact was priceless, the Trading Pavilion never expected to make a profit from auctions; it was merely to gain popularity. Historically, the highest price in the Trading Pavilion was about fifty billion.

Yet now.

It had doubled!

Such extravagance, who exactly was this young man?

She still didn’t know Qin Feiyang’s identity, so she was puzzled.

Master Long, on the other hand, went berserk, as raising the bid straight to one hundred billion was clearly to humiliate him.

"How about it?"

"Can you manage?"

"If not, don’t push yourself."

Qin Feiyang smiled lightly.

Master Long didn’t respond.

To be honest, one hundred billion far exceeded his expectations.

If he continued, his father likely wouldn’t forgive him.

But if he backed down, who knew how many would mock him behind his back in the future?

"One hundred billion, any more bids?"

The white-clad woman asked, looking towards Master Long’s VIP room, her eyes filled with anticipation.

She understood Master Long’s character.

Even calling him a playboy was flattering; he was a conceited fool. He might really confront this person to the end.

Qin Feiyang said calmly, "At this price, I believe few in Qinghai City can afford it. Just announce the result!"

"Arrogant!"

"But he does have the basis for arrogance."

People murmured.

On one hand, hearing Qin Feiyang’s words made them a bit irked.

Because he mentioned Qinghai City.

In other words.

Including themselves.

But on the other hand, they couldn’t refute, as he did have the capability to look down on them.

Meanwhile, Master Long.

He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, fists tightly clenched, eyes burning with intense anger.

He felt his pride being ruthlessly trampled.

His face was almost twisted out of shape.

"One hundred billion and one!"

Suddenly!

He gritted his teeth and shouted.

Clearly.

He had reached his limit, daring not to continue.

So this was his final increase.

He was gambling.

If Qin Feiyang didn’t raise the bid, he’d win back a bit of face.

But if Qin Feiyang continued, he’d lose completely.

"Still continuing?"

Young Master Hao frowned, leaned towards Qin Feiyang, and whispered, "Brother, although the Saint King Vessel is a Holy Artifact, we don’t absolutely need it. Maybe we should stop?"

"If we stop now, some might mock me for life."

Qin Feiyang said, glancing at Wang Youer as he spoke.

Wang Youer raised an eyebrow, "Can you quit being so passive-aggressive?"

"I’m only stating a fact."

Qin Feiyang said calmly.

"What a pair!"

"You two should just get married and stop bickering every day."

Young Master Hao said helplessly.

"Get lost!"

Qin Feiyang and Wang Youer almost simultaneously shouted at Young Master Hao, their eyes filled with hostility.

"Fine, fine."

"My bad for meddling. Continue."

Young Master Hao pursed his lips.

He realized that when this pair quarreled, outsiders should absolutely not intervene, or they’d surely get into trouble.

"No more bidding?"

"Looks like I won."

Seeing Qin Feiyang’s prolonged silence, Master Long mumbled to himself, finally regaining an edge.

"Eleven billion."

However.

Before he could exhale, Qin Feiyang’s voice resonated once again throughout the auction house, lingering for a long while.

"Bastard!"

Master Long immediately went into a frenzy, shattering the floor-to-ceiling window with a punch.

People at the auction couldn’t help but look at him sympathetically.

But the more they did, the more infuriated he became, his hatred towards Qin Feiyang deepening.

However, seeming to fear the white-clad woman on the platform, he restrained himself from acting out here.

"Fine, let’s see what you’ve got!"

He spat out, leaving the VIP room in large strides.

"Congratulations to the young man for winning the bid for the Saint King Vessel."

"Someone, take it to the young man."

The white-clad woman promptly announced the result.

Not long after.

The red-clad woman who had previously attended to Qin Feiyang and his companions swiftly ascended the platform. Taking the Saint King Vessel from the white-clad woman, she returned the way she came.

"Next, we’ll proceed with the auction of the second item."

"This is a Dragon Flame Grass, with a thousand years of age. The starting bid is three thousand Gold Coins, with each increase not less than one hundred."

The white-robed woman took out a medicinal herb entirely red in color, gave a brief introduction, and proceeded with the auction.

"Dragon Flame Grass!"

Qin Feiyang stared at the herb, looking quite surprised.

Dragon Flame Grass is considered a rare herb, and it is also needed to refine the Nine-Turn Dragon Blood Pill.

Knock!!

Just as he was about to bid, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Qin Feiyang said.

The door opened, and the woman in red entered holding the Saint King Vessel.

Qin Feiyang glanced at the vessel casually, then pointed to Wang Yuer beside him and smiled, "Just give it to her."

"Huh?"

The woman in red froze.

Spent over a thousand billion yet just like that, handed over to someone else?

"The world of the rich is hard to understand."

The woman in red muttered under her breath, then respectfully handed the Saint King Vessel to Wang Yuer.

Wang Yuer was stunned instead.

A Holy Artifact is unquestionably a treasure for anyone below the War Emperor level.

She had merely said it casually, but never expected Qin Feiyang to actually hand it to her.

She glanced at Qin Feiyang, frowned, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll take it for myself?"

"Just a Holy Artifact, doesn’t matter."

"Of course, if you really feel guilty, when we return, you can persuade your parents and grandfather to terminate our marriage contract."

Qin Feiyang smiled.

Wang Yuer’s expression froze, and she angrily said, "Am I really that repulsive?"

Upon hearing this, she should have been happy.

Because she also didn’t want to marry Qin Feiyang.

Yet now, unexpectedly, she felt somewhat uneasy.

Qin Feiyang said, "It’s not exactly repulsive; rather, our personalities don’t match."

Looking at Qin Feiyang’s indifferent expression, Wang Yuer couldn’t help but feel infuriated, "Rest assured, I wouldn’t even fancy a scoundrel like you. When we get back to the God City, I will immediately persuade them."

"God City!"

The woman in red’s gaze flickered.

These three are actually from God City; no wonder even Shen Feiyun dare not offend them.

However, their relationship seems a bit complicated?

But being wise, she knows what she should and shouldn’t meddle in.

She looked at Qin Feiyang and smilingly asked, "Young Master, would you like to settle now or later altogether?"

"Now, take me to a quiet place."

Qin Feiyang stood up and replied.

Because most of his Gold Coins are with the Fatty, and Fatty is far away in God City. Hence, he needs to avoid Young Master Hao and Wang Yuer and let Fatty send the money over.

"Alright, follow me."

The woman in red nodded, turned around and led Qin Feiyang out of the VIP room, then continued down the hallway.

In a short while.

The two stopped at a door.

The woman in red pushed open the door, revealing a simple lounge.

A tea table.

A desk.

A bookshelf, and four chairs.

"Please, Young Master."

The woman in red stepped aside.

Qin Feiyang walked in, glanced around, and then turned to the woman in red with a smile, "Please wait for me outside."

"Huh?"

The woman in red froze, what’s he up to?

Mysterious and secretive.

But facing the request of a guest, especially knowing Qin Feiyang is from God City, she dared not refuse.

"Alright then."

"I’ll go brew a pot of tea for you."

The woman in red said with a smile.

"Okay."

Qin Feiyang nodded.

Once the woman in red turned and left, Qin Feiyang immediately closed the door and took out the Image Crystal Stone.

Soon.

A virtual image of Fatty appeared.

Qin Feiyang said, "Send me a thousand one hundred billion Gold Coins immediately."

"So much?"

Fatty was stupefied, unable to recover for a while.

Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes at him, urging, "No time for nonsense, hurry up."

Fatty said, "Fine, but at least tell me where you are now, right?"

"I’m in Qinghai City."

Qin Feiyang replied, then gave the coordinates there to Fatty.

Less than Three Star.

Fatty suddenly appeared in the lounge, "What are you doing here?"

"What else? Of course, headed to Qinghai."

Qin Feiyang said helplessly.

Fatty frowned, "Then what are the one thousand one hundred billion for?"

Qin Feiyang explained briefly in a few words.

"Are you kidding, gifting Wang Yuer a Holy Artifact just like that? You squanderer!"

Fatty immediately roared in anger.

But complaints aside, the Gold Coins still needed to be given.

After all, this wealth was earned by Qin Feiyang; he at best served as a steward.

He sorted out one thousand one hundred billion Gold Coins, placed them in an empty Qiankun Bag, and threw it to Qin Feiyang, then asked, "Do you need me to go along to help?"

Qinghai is unpredictable and dangerous; Fatty was a bit uneasy with Qin Feiyang heading there alone.

Qin Feiyang thought for a while, then shook his head, "Not needed for now, but might need you in the future. Just be ready for my call anytime."

"Alright."

Fatty nodded.

Knock!!

At this moment.

A knock came from the door.

"Young Master, are you ready?"

The woman in red’s voice sounded.

Qin Feiyang looked at Fatty and said, "Better go now!"

"Take care."

Fatty softly reminded, then opened the teleportation gate and stepped through.

Once the teleportation gate disappeared, Qin Feiyang sat at the tea table and looked toward the door, "Come in!"

The woman in red entered, holding an exquisite tray, with a teapot placed on it, filling the room with a fragrant aroma.

Qin Feiyang placed the Qiankun Bag Fatty gave him on the tea table and said with a smile, "The Gold Coins are here, please check."

The woman in red glanced at the Qiankun Bag, set down the tray, poured tea for Qin Feiyang first, then grabbed the Qiankun Bag to inspect.

Qin Feiyang picked up the tea cup as well and sipped slowly.

Time passed second by second.

Suddenly!

Qin Feiyang’s body stiffened, staring at the tea cup in his hand, his eyes filled with shock and doubt.

In the next moment.

His arm trembled, the tea cup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Simultaneously, his body started convulsing wildly, foaming at the mouth, and his face darkened quickly!

"Young Master, what’s wrong?"

The woman in red witnessed the scene, immediately set down the Qiankun Bag, rushed to Qin Feiyang’s side, and anxiously asked.