"It is said that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, but Fengyi City is an exception.
The headquarters of Baoqi Sect and Xunxian Sect are both in Fengyi City.
When we enter the city, remember not to offend the two sects."
Before entering Fengyi City, Mu Qishan gave Yang Haoran advice.
Yang Haoran was quite curious: "Is the Bao Weapon Sect a sect that refines weapons?
What does the Xunxian Sect do? I don’t think I have seen these two sects in the Two Realms Palace."
Mu Qishan laughed: "These two sects disdain to go to the Hall of Two Realms.
The disciples they recruit need to have special talents, not ordinary geniuses.
You guessed it right, the Treasure Weapon Sect mainly focuses on refining magic weapons.
The Xunxian Sect is a sect that refines elixirs.
Magical instruments and elixirs are things that all practitioners need.
So no one wants to offend these two sects, because they don’t know when they will be blamed.”
Yang Haoran suddenly understood and laughed.
"No wonder Duobaolou opened its auction house in Fengyi City. It probably has something to do with these two sects."
"Meow!"
Xuanling Cat made a disdainful cry, obviously feeling that Yang Haoran's words were a bit redundant.
Yang Haoran immediately straightened his face.
"Brother, can the auction house sell spiritual pets? How much do you think this cat can sell for?"
The Xuanling tabby cat had just grown a layer of short hair, and the cat hair on its body suddenly became ruffled.
He grabbed Yang Haoran's shoulders tightly and let out a pitiful meow.
Mu Qing said from the side: "This thing is worthless, barbecue is worth considering!"
The Xuanling cat bared its teeth and quickly hid behind Yang Haoran.
The little witch is not scary, and the little witch’s second uncle cannot be offended.
It was obviously not the first time for Mu Qishan to come to Fengyi City, and he was very familiar with it along the way.
Yang Haoran was brought to the door of the auction house smoothly.
He leaned into Yang Haoran's ear and whispered: "Don't be afraid of the high price, tell me more.
The Baoqi Sect and the Xunxian Sect are both local rich people, and they are the two richest sects in the spiritual world."
Yang Haoran was convinced and nodded repeatedly.
As soon as the three people and one cat entered the auction house, a female receptionist greeted them with a smile.
"Guys, do you need any help?"
Yang Haoran stepped forward and was about to speak.
Mu Qishan hurriedly grabbed him.
Mu Qishan had already arrived in front of the receptionist with a smile.
"I want to buy a storage ring, one with about three square meters of storage space.
Do you have the goods? How many spiritual stones do you need?"
Yang Haoran immediately understood what Mu Qishan meant. He was afraid of suffering a loss and wanted to find out the details of the other party first.
The female receptionist kept a smile on her face.
"This kind of space magic weapon is relatively rare, and generally requires reservation, and it takes about three months to wait.
The total price is around 1,500 high-grade spiritual stones.
If you are sure you need to make a reservation, I can register it for you now.
Half of the deposit is required.”
One thousand and five hundred spirit stones?
Yang Haoran's eyes were filled with little stars, and the price was half higher than he expected.
Mu Qishan looked at the enthusiastic female receptionist and smiled obscenely.
"It seems I can't afford it anymore.
But it doesn't matter, my brother is rich and he is here to auction things.
Do I need to identify it?”
Mu Qishan signaled Yang Haoran to take out the storage ring.
Then he saw the female receptionist looking at Mu Qishan with a strange look on her face, quite speechless.
Fortunately, Mu Qishan was thick-skinned, smiling and didn't care at all.
"We need to find a specialized master to do the appraisal. Come with me."
In the auction room, the appraiser gave an appraisal price.
"One thousand pieces of high-quality spiritual stones."
Yang Haoran's eyes widened: "So few? Isn't it fifteen hundred spiritual stones?"
The appraiser glanced at him and said, "This is the starting price. People need to see some discounts to stir up the atmosphere.
Under normal circumstances, the transaction price will be higher than the starting price.
Especially for this kind of rare storage magic weapon, it is not impossible to double it."
Only then did Yang Haoran laugh. If he doubled the amount, he would really get rich.
“According to regulations, if the auction is successful, you need to pay three percent of the transaction fee as commission.
If you don’t have any objections, let’s sign the agreement.”
Although the three percent commission is a bit distressing, it is still within the normal range.
Yang Haoran signed the agreement readily.
According to regulations, the storage ring is temporarily placed at the auction house for safekeeping, and the official auction needs to be scheduled three days later.
Outside the auction house, Mu Qing grabbed Yang Haoran's arm.
"I didn't expect you to be so rich, you promised me a treat.
I’m going to Zuixianlou for a big meal, I’ll take the order, no regrets!”
Yang Haoran curled his lips: "If you have money, that will happen later. You have to wait until I sell the things, right?"
"I don't care, you still have one hundred high-grade spiritual stones given to you by your second uncle.
I want to eat big money, otherwise I will make cat soup!"
"Meow!"
Xuanling Huamao's beard was so angry that she was such an unreasonable little witch.
Mu Qishan said nothing and looked at Yang Haoran with a smile.
"Second brother, Mu Qing is also your niece now. As an uncle, you should be more generous.
Don’t look at me, I gave all the public funds to you, I am already a poor person.”
Zuixianlou, like Duobaolou, is a time-honored brand.
Every big city in the spiritual world has a semicolon.
For practitioners, it can also be regarded as a high-end consumption place.
Because it was Yang Haoran who paid for it, Mu Qing was not polite at all and ordered a large table full of food.
Yang Haoran saw many things for the first time, and it was eye-opening.
Although it cost a high-grade spiritual stone, it was still worth it.
While Yang Haoran and the others were feasting, there was a noise from the stairs.
A man in tattered clothes who looked like a beggar ran up from the first floor.
Several guys were chasing after him closely.
"Beggars, come down here, that's not the place for you to go."
"If you don't leave, you won't look good when we catch you!"
The eyes of the diners upstairs were all attracted to the beggar.
Of course Yang Haoran and the others are no exception.
Mu Qishan was surprised.
"It's so strange that I can't see through this beggar's cultivation!"
Yang Haoran also frowned.
Of course he couldn't see through it, but he felt an inexplicable familiarity.
I always feel like I have seen this beggar somewhere.
But after looking at it carefully, I couldn't remember it no matter what.
Just as he was thinking about it, the beggar ran towards Yang Haoran's table.
Then he pulled up a chair and sat beside Yang Haoran.
Several waiters came after him panting, trying to hold the beggar down.
However, the beggar shook his hand and ejected one of the waiters.
"Get out of here, everyone, I am now a guest of Zuixian Tower."