This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 162: I Just Want to Save Money

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: I Just Want to Save Money

Su Youyi once closely monitored the bounty lists of various forces, especially those with higher rewards.

It was really because the Taoist Sect was somewhat impoverished.

The master would roam to other sects when idle, and his former senior brother was just an ordinary person whose expenses, though small, did not earn any spiritual coins.

Even more terrifying was that the expenditures were all on Su Youyi herself, who liked to experiment with various dishes but could not cook them well...

The resources for cultivation were enough, but the living conditions were not very affluent. The vestment robes the three of them wore were the most basic kind, barely better than none. Thus, Su Youyi initially decided to first descend the mountain and slay a few Evil cultivators to claim bounties.

However, she abandoned this plan after some minor accidents occurred.

Now, suddenly seeing this old monster Hua Yu, Su Youyi felt an urge to draw her sword and chop him down right away.

Liang Yi pressed down on his junior sister’s eagerly moving hands and shook his head at her.

"This is the black market, where it’s strictly forbidden to start fights. We’ll talk about it once we’re outside."

Even with Liang Yi’s identity, it wouldn’t really matter if he actually started a fight, but it could easily give others something to gossip about. If someone recognized his identity, it might tarnish the Taoist Sect’s reputation for not following rules.

Identity is not an excuse for doing whatever one wants.

"This number one, I’ve set my eyes on it! I hope everyone will give me some face!" Zhao Feng sneered viciously, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

The value on the sign changed again, from fifty thousand to seventy thousand.

Most people present were intimidated by Zhao Feng’s aura. A cultivator from the Fourth Realm was no ordinary joe. Although there were some who were not afraid of Zhao Feng, opting for less trouble over more, their goals differed after all.

It was just pitiful for that little half-demon girl with number one.

After hearing the discussions of the crowd, the half-demon in the number one spot was frightened even more and covered her ears, looking helplessly towards Song Mengjue and the people below the stage.

However, everyone ignored her; seventy thousand spiritual coins was far beyond everyone’s expectations.

"Senior brother..." Su Youyi cautiously touched her senior brother, knowing that if the little girl fell into the hands of the flower thief, her fate was imaginable.

Liang Yi was somewhat helpless. He knew who Song Mengjue was. He was not particularly conscientious, but neither was he cold-blooded and heartless; otherwise, he would not have adopted so many half-demons.

If Zhao Feng eventually offered the highest price, it wasn’t certain whether Song Mengjue would sell or not.

But since his junior sister requested it, Liang Yi naturally would not ignore it. Besides, he was not afraid of Zhao Feng—who was he to act fierce in front of him?

In his previous life, he took on a task that required Heroic Value, and in the game, Liang Yi killed Zhao Feng so effortlessly he could complete it with his eyes closed.

Moreover, it seemed like this guy was also a half-demon. His determination to possess the little girl, was there something fishy going on?

The numbers on the whiteboard jumped to seventy thousand and one hundred!

"Oh!"

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding crowd burst into an uproar, laughing mischievously and enjoying the misfortune of this foreign flower thief being so arrogant in Immortal City.

Zhao Feng’s face turned extremely ugly, not believing that even after he risked revealing his true face, there were still those who would disrespect him.

Eighty thousand!

Eighty thousand and one hundred!

"Good! Good!" Zhao Feng said through gritted teeth, his face an iron blue. It was clear this was meant to embarrass him.

Su Youyi glanced at her senior brother beside her, not expecting him to be so mischievous!

But she loved it!

If Liang Yi knew what his junior sister was thinking, he would definitely cry out in protest. He truly did not intend to humiliate Zhao Feng; he just wanted to save some money to buy more food for his junior sister.

Ten thousand spiritual coins to make sweet and sour pork ribs for his junior sister every day, wouldn’t that be delicious?

Adding tens of thousands, what kind of family is this, having a Purple Crystal Mine at home?

"When the price reached one hundred thousand and one hundred, Zhao Feng was so furious that his face was twisted, probably even his mother couldn’t recognize him.

He, an evil cultivator still living freely despite being wanted by the Mystic Bureau, when has he ever tolerated such humiliation?

This is outrageous!

But with so many people here and Divine Sense flying everywhere, who knows which bastard is going against him?

Revealing his true identity to intimidate others was already the extreme of what he could do; any sign of starting a fight, and the crowd here would teach him why flowers are so red!

Though the methods of concealing one’s identity varied, he couldn’t recognize any of these seated people.

What Zhao Feng has never mentioned to outsiders is that he is actually a half-demon hybrid.

His father was a snake demon who abducted his mother and then had him. That snake demon never treated him as his son and kept abusing him throughout his childhood. His mother died just after he was born, which is why he turned out so twisted psychologically.

But he has a magical talent, which is detecting the bloodline of other half-demons and absorbing others to enhance himself.

The moment he saw that half-demon, an uncontrollable desire surged within him: to eat her!

"One hundred and ten thousand spiritual coins plus a bottle of Qi-Xu Spirit Gu Dan!"

"Qi-Xu Spirit Gu Dan? Isn’t that the peak among Sixth Grade Spirit Pills?"

Seeing Zhao Feng’s bid, everyone was shocked, not expecting this flower thief to be so generous.

One hundred and ten thousand spiritual coins is already two to three times that of other servants’ bids, plus he added a bottle of Spirit Pill specifically used for breaking barriers. All this for a mere servant, really?

"One bottle of Qi-Xu Spirit Gu Dan is worth forty thousand spiritual coins."

At this point, Song Mengjue, who had been watching, spoke up to estimate the value.

Zhao Feng seemed calm, but he was actually very nervous inside, as he had already put up all his assets.

Originally being a flower thief was costly, and on top of that, being chased by the Mystic Bureau every day with medical expenses, it all needs money. If that mysterious person keeps bidding, then he really can’t continue.

Time dragged on, and the number on the board remained unchanged at Zhao Feng’s bid, it seemed the mysterious person had given up.

Song Mengjue’s brows slightly furrowed imperceptibly: Is he giving up just like that?

As time passed, with only a few breaths left until the final moments of the two quarters of an hour, Zhao Feng, seeing that he seemingly had the winning bid, had a smug smile on his face.

"So, the bidding ends now, I have already contacted each of the highest bidders separately to inform them of the transaction location."

"Looking forward to your patronage next time!"

Song Mengjue gracefully bowed to the crowd, slowly preparing to disappear with the servants into the darkness.

"Wait! Wait! What about me? I was also the highest bidder."

Zhao Feng hastily stopped Song Mengjue, who was ready to leave the scene; he hadn’t received any messages.

"Sir, you might be mistaken, you were not the highest bidder, please see over there."

Song Mengjue, with his masked face making his expression unclear, spoke courteously and elegantly, pointing towards the sign below number one.

One hundred and fifty thousand and one hundred!

Timing the bid at the last moment of the countdown, he just overtook him.

Normally, this kind of last-moment bidding is generally not acknowledged and could easily lead to resentment.

But this time, Song Mengjue, the judge, is so blatantly biased that he naturally would not come out to stop it. Liang Yi over there was even less afraid, that old lecher can just be mad. Anyway, he doesn’t know it’s me.

Liang Yi really couldn’t be bothered to argue with Zhao Feng any longer, the longer they argued, the less money he had left to buy snacks for his junior sister. The Purple Crystals he picked up in the Secret Realm weren’t much, and thanks to Zhao Feng’s antics, most of it was now spent; he’s the true victim here, right?

"Wasting so much of my money, what’s wrong with making you a bit angry. Have an issue? Come find me first."

Following the address just transmitted by Song Mengjue, Liang Yi, dragging his junior sister, disappeared into the dispersing crowd.

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