Xia Xi was well aware of what the current Pavilion Master of Heavenly Soul Pavilion had in mind, and thus, she reached an agreement with him!
The Heavenly Soul Pavilion would rescue the Burning Heaven Sect and Gu Yuan as well as the child in her womb; in return, Xia Xi herself had to sacrifice her Divine Soul!
The Pavilion Master of Heavenly Soul Pavilion desired Xia Xi’s Divine Soul, a complete Divine Soul, and since the current Pavilion Master couldn’t forcibly take Xia Xi’s Divine Soul, the agreement was for Xia Xi to willingly offer her Divine Soul.
This was just how Xia Xi was; she was silent, she was cold, but she was always pure.
In her life of over twenty years of youth, her foster father had given her a new lease on life, so, when the Xia Family was on the brink of extinction, she was willing to sacrifice herself to save the Xia Family. This was her, Xia Xi’s way of expressing gratitude!
And for Su Chen, who had saved her life on numerous occasions, she was willing to make sacrifices for Su Chen, even if it meant losing her Divine Soul, even if it meant death, she had no regrets.
She wouldn’t speak of it, wouldn’t tell anyone, only silently act.
"Sister Xia Xi, all the powerful experts of the Lan Family, including Grandfather, will also head to the Burning Heaven Sect," Lan Su suddenly said, seeming to have grown older all at once.
Xia Xi’s beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise; she understood very well, Lan Su was Lan Su, the Lan Family was the Lan Family.
The fact that the Lan Family was willing to risk their entire clan for Lan Su by ’throwing an egg against a rock’ clearly meant that Lan Su had paid a hefty price.
It was indeed a hefty price. Lan Su had promised her grandfather that as long as he and all members of the Lan Family went to rescue people at the Burning Heaven Sect this time, afterwards, she would from then on comply with Grandfather’s and the Lan Family’s arrangements in all matters, including her marriage.
Just like Xia Xi, Lan Su had staked her entire life as well.
In a room of a tavern in Xuanfeng Imperial City.
"Hahaha..." Su Chen suddenly burst into laughter, a sound filled with indescribable excitement.
He had been continuously employing the Temporal Heavenly Dao for two days and was somewhat tired.
But the gains were too great.
Out of ten thousand Spirit-Returning Grass, eight thousand had survived, and that was merely the result of Su Chen taking a casual approach. If not, Spirit-Returning Grass wouldn’t have died just within two days.
Eight thousand Spirit-Returning Grass had lived for two days, which amounted to seven years under the effect of Time Acceleration.
Then, three thousand seven-year-old Dust Purple Flowers, ten thousand seven-year-old Sky Wind Grass, thirty thousand seven-year-old Scarlet Reversal Grass, and a hundred thousand seven-year-old Bright Qi Grass, with almost none dead.
"It’s time for a trip to the auction house!" Su Chen licked his lips.
Su Chen appeared at the Royal Auction House in Xuanfeng Imperial City.
"I want to see the person in charge of the auction house!" Su Chen simply gave this sentence.
Then, he said no more.
A lean old man arrived.
"Young friend, I am the chief steward of the Royal Auction House!" the old man said gravely; this elder was a Third Level of the Creation Realm expert, with an aura that was contained and vast.
"Can you make all the decisions yourself?" Su Chen asked.
"Yes!" the elder nodded.
"Then let’s find a quiet place! I have a big deal to make with the Royal Auction House!"
"Certainly," the elder replied, his expression a mix of surprise and doubt, but he refrained from further inquiry, leading Su Chen toward the back hall.
Once they arrived in the back hall, the elder shooed away the maids, "Alright, young man, what business do you want to conduct?"
"Take a look at this first..." With a thought, Su Chen handed over a stem of Spirit-Returning Grass.
At first, the elder felt disappointed, but then, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, because the Spirit-Returning Grass that Su Chen handed him was quite good, seven years old, a rarity.
"How much are you willing to offer for this Spirit-Returning Grass?" Su Chen asked.
"Hmm?" The elder glanced at Su Chen, puzzled. He felt that Su Chen should have chosen the auction route. Why was he asking for a direct quote?
"Just give me a fair price," said Su Chen.
"Five thousand Black Xuan Stones!" the elder said after pondering for a moment.
"Agreed," Su Chen nodded, not bargaining, even though he knew he could push the price up to five and a half thousand Black Xuan Stones if he wanted.
Subsequently, Su Chen passed a Storage Bag to the elder.
"What’s this supposed to mean?" The elder didn’t understand Su Chen’s intention.
"Just take a look inside."
The elder instinctively checked inside the Storage Bag.
Upon inspecting, his whole being felt as if hit by a Thunderbolt Bombardment, and he nearly fell to the ground!!!
"This... This... How is this possible?" The elder was at a loss for words. A seven-year-old stem of Spirit-Returning Grass, although rare, was still within his acceptance. But the Storage Bag contained a full eight thousand stems?
The elder was truly dumbfounded.
More dreamlike than a dream itself.
He now understood what a major transaction was. This was more than just major – if this deal were completed, it would exceed the Royal Auction House’s entire year of business!
Eight thousand stems of seven-year-old Spirit-Returning Grass? The elder bit his teeth fiercely, trying to calm down for a fair while without success, as excitement flushed his aged face.
"So, at the rate of five thousand Black Xuan Stones per stem, can the Royal Auction House swallow all eight thousand stems in one go?" asked Su Chen.
"Yes! Absolutely!!" The elder nodded furiously, like a chick pecking at grains. Forget eight thousand stems – even eighty thousand could be taken, because there was an overwhelming demand for Spirit-Returning Grass across the entire Divine Martial Continent.
With these eight thousand stems of Spirit-Returning Grass, the Xuanfeng Imperial City’s Royal Auction House was truly going to soar, undoubtedly arranging an extremely grand auction that would attract all the powerhouses and major forces from the entire Nan’e Ancient Kingdom. It would be a chance to spread the Royal Auction House’s fame in one fell swoop.
Forget five thousand Black Xuan Stones per stem – even at six thousand per stem, it would be a huge profit.
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll just take these eight thousand stems of Spirit-Returning Grass for myself?" After a long while, the elder scrutinized Su Chen, his thoughts tumultuous.
"Not afraid. If you want to try taking them, go ahead," Su Chen said with a smile, fearless. Speaking frankly, within the entire Xuanfeng Dynasty, he was invincible – truly invincible! What was there to fear from deception? Like the elder before him, at the third level of Zao Hua Realm, Su Chen could kill him with but a thought!
The elder could tell – Su Chen had not a trace of fear or apprehension. His pride and confidence came from deep within.
The elder dared not harbor the slightest ill intent. A man who could easily procure eight thousand stems of seven-year-old Spirit-Returning Grass was definitely not someone to offend. To even consider cheating him would be utterly foolish.
Taking a deep breath, the elder said gravely, "Eight thousand stems, at five thousand Black Xuan Stones each, the total comes to 40 million Black Xuan Stones. I can decide to offer you 45 million Black Xuan Stones."
"Deal!" Su Chen nodded.
"However..." the elder hesitated.
"The Royal Auction House can’t produce so many Black Xuan Stones all at once, right?" Su Chen said with a smile.
"Yes!" The elder felt a bit embarrassed. The Royal Auction House was indeed wealthy, wealth that could rival nations, yet they did not have a liquid fund of 45 million Black Xuan Stones available – that was a staggeringly larger number than their two to three million Black Xuan Stones in circulation, considering that we’re talking about Black Xuan Stones, not Zixuan or Crimson Xuan Stones.
"No problem, if I’m not mistaken, every auction house keeps a stock of items." Su Chen’s smile grew broader by a degree: "Typically, if an auction can sell half of its items, it’s considered quite successful. Over time, there are always those goods that just can’t be sold, right?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net
"Indeed!" The elder nodded. This was common knowledge, so it was not surprising that Su Chen was aware of it.