Jiang Yao suddenly thought, could he inform his uncle Mu Wuji directly and then just let it go?

But he quickly rejected this simplest and most worry-free plan.

Ever since the Huang Pan family's marriage to the Yu family was disrupted, the Pan family, the Yu family, and the Mu family completely turned against each other.

The Pan family has always wanted to form an alliance with the demons, but due to the opposition of the Black and Ghost Tribes, they did not completely break up with Shenzhou, but the relationship between the two parties has dropped to a freezing point.

If Mu Wuji is notified, the consequences may evolve into a direct confrontation between the Mu clan and the Pan clan, and a small matter will turn into a major event, worsening the relationship between the two clans.

The Pan family has no choice but to not give face to the Mu clan. This is a witchcraft domain, not a divine continent.

Pan could even detain Mu Qianqian, deliberately irritate Mu Clan, or take the opportunity to make a fuss and put forward harsh conditions.

You can also deny Mu Qianqian's existence and kill Mu Qianqian to silence him for the sake of face.

Jiang Yao also speculated that Pan didn't know about the relationship between Mu Qianqian and Mu Wuji, and it was only Xianji Tower who arrested Mu Qianqian, not Pan, the proprietor of Xianji Tower.

How could the high-ranking Pan family manage the daily operations of an industry under its command?

Considering Pankang's proud character, he himself would not have done such a thing.

After much deliberation, it was safest to save Mu Qianqian himself. Notifying his uncle would make the matter worse and difficult to end.

For no other reason than just looking at Mu Wuji's face, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

No matter what, you can't just watch your cousin being pushed into the fire pit and remain indifferent, right? Then what face does he have to face the Mu clan? What kind of person has he become?

Jiang Yao had made up his mind and whispered to Ah Qin: "Fellow Taoist, I'm interested in that one." He pointed at Mu Qianqian, who was pale and had a stubborn and miserable expression, "Can you redeem her life?"

Ah Qin smiled and said: "You have really wicked eyesight. Yes, this girl is indeed the best Qing Rui person. She is the best among them both in appearance and qualifications."

"But redeeming one's life...that needs to happen after ten years. According to the rules of the Fairy Fairy Building, one cannot redeem one's life unless one earns money for the building for ten years."

"Besides, Zhen Ji who has been here for ten years is often used to dual cultivation. After tasting the benefits, she doesn't want to leave again, so how can she redeem herself?"

What? Ten years?!

Jiang Yao's heart suddenly sank.

"What if I spend more money?" Jiang Yao asked again.

"Spend more money?" Aqin pursed her lips and smiled, "Where do you think Xianji Tower is? How much money can you pay? If you can pay 100 million, then Xianji Tower can change the rules for you."

One hundred million!

Jiang Yao immediately fell silent.

He did make a lot of money, but all his money was used for political reform and military training. Just for military training alone, he personally invested billions of spiritual jade. He no longer had that much cash.

Even if there is still a billion spirit jade, he can't waste it like this.

This is 100 million!

Seeing that the ginger medicine was misfired, Ah Qin couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

Redeeming someone?

What a joke.

If Xianji Tower could redeem people at will, would it still do business? This is a dual cultivation sect, not a slave market.

At this moment, after the guests glanced around with vicious eyes, many of them focused their attention on Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian is actually the most outstanding among them.

"Today, a total of twenty-four Qingrui people's flower-picking rights are auctioned! The first auction is Mo Qing'er..." Suddenly the voice of the auctioneer Sanniang came.

Everyone's eyes turned to Mo Qing'er who was pushed to the front.

White lights flashed past, and the guests played their video cards one after another, recording Mo Qing'er's appearance and breath.

From Jiang Yao's perspective, it's like a "click-click" under the spotlight.

Mo Qing'er was a witch. She had a miserable face and was about to cry. She stood at the front with shame and humiliation, and was watched, scrutinized, and commented on by the men.

Fortunately, she was still wearing real clothes, otherwise, every inch of her body would have been scanned by prying eyes from the inside out.

Mo Qing'er showed an extremely angry look. But her cultivation level was blocked and she couldn't even curse.

The "Qing Rui people" waiting for the auction, including Mu Qianqian, all looked desperate.

"Haha..." The guests all looked happy when they saw this, and they laughed "well-meaningly" and seemed to enjoy it very much.

Sanniang Mo said with a smile: "No. 1 Mo Qing'er, you have the right to pick flowers with a hundred thousand spirit jade, let's start!"

After saying that, she opened the big screen of the auction formation as soon as she made a move.

"One hundred and ten thousand!"

As soon as Sanniang Zhi finished her words, a man with perfect witchcraft and truth announced the price.

"Twenty thousand!" Another satisfactory quote from Wu Zhen, an additional ten thousand was added.

Many people made offers, and finally, Mo Qing'er's right to grow flowers was auctioned off by a shaman monk for a price of 320,000 jade.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zhe for winning Mo Qing'er's right to grow flowers!" Sanniang Zhu said, "Now, Fellow Daoist Zhe can come up and say a few words to Mo Qing'er."

The witch god named Zhe laughed, jumped up to Mo Qing'er, looked at Mo Qing'er with gentle eyes, and said seriously:

"Qing'er, if you practice hard, we are destined to have an immortal relationship, golden wind and jade dew. In the next six months, it will be your and my rainy date..."

Jiang Yao was about to vomit after hearing it.

Ma Maipi, you are awesome.

Mo Qing'er looked at the other party's eyes, and was so disgusted and frightened that her body was shaking like a quail under a heavy rain.

commit a sin.

Soon, it was the turn of auction No. 2.

As the rounds of auctions went on, the prices got higher and higher, and the guests became more and more interested. Many people couldn't help but drink the spirit wine.

"Hahaha, okay, it's already three hundred and seventy thousand!"

"I'll pay 380,000!"

"Three hundred and ninety thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand, I want to decide!"

The atmosphere at the auction was very lively.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jiang Yao wouldn't have believed that the immortal-like cultivating aristocrats in the real world could be so vulgar and have such low-level tastes in terms of drinking, sex and having fun.

Slowly, it was finally the turn of a Qingrui person to make the final appearance: Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian was filled with grief and anger, furious with shame and anger, and her beautiful facial features were a bit distorted, but she could not prevent her fate of being auctioned off.

Sanniang Zhi's eyes were full of joy and she said even harder:

"The last one, Ying Qingchen! This is a woman from the Divine Continent. She was born in the Ying family in the Southern Region. She is only thirty-three years old and is already a perfect member of the Wuzong. She has a genius qualification of Grade A. The starting price is 180,000 spirit jade..."

Xing Qingchen?

Jiang Yao understood immediately.

It seems that Mu Qianqian gave a false name. Of course, the reason why she gave a false name was because she did not want her identity as Mu's daughter to be exposed for the time being.

Obviously, she is a smart woman who knows the importance of things.

Jiang Yao suddenly remembered that her mother was Aunt Xing, so she changed her name to Xing Qingchen.

"I'll pay 200,000!" A man looked at "Xing Qingchen" unscrupulously and made a loud offer, as if he was determined to win.

"Two hundred and forty thousand!" Another man directly added 40,000.

"Three hundred thousand!" Jiang Yao, who was wearing a mask, said in a deep voice, adding sixty thousand in one breath!

It means, I have money, I am bound to get it, don’t fight with me!

Um?

Huh?

A series of slightly unkind glances shot towards him.

opponent!

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" Another man quoted.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand!"

"Three hundred and eighty thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

Mu Qianqian's auction price soon increased to the 400,000 mark.

From the very beginning, there was a fierce competition.

Jiang Yao snorted coldly: "Five hundred thousand!"

Half a million!
To be continued...