Chapter 132: Fire Ginseng

However, while Qin Feiyang was feeling happy, he noticed that the beautiful woman and Elder Wan were observing him with expressions that were somewhat thought-provoking.

He rubbed his nose and asked, bewildered, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The beautiful woman replied, "Why do I have the feeling that I've been conned by you?"

Elder Wan nodded in agreement.

"Conned?" Qin Feiyang blinked, feigning innocence. "Did I?"

The beautiful woman said, "If we went to the Pill King Palace and asked them to help refine these six Red Fire Glazed Pills, we would at most give them one as payment. But with you, it's three. How is that not being conned?"

"Ahem!" Qin Feiyang coughed a few times and said very seriously, "I am refining top-grade pills."

Elder Wan rolled his eyes and said, "So what if they are top-grade? They still only increase one's cultivation by a minor realm."

"Uh!" Qin Feiyang was stunned. "Top-grade pills cannot be measured by price alone. If you insist on calculating it that way, there's nothing I can do."

The two exchanged glances, seemingly reaching a silent agreement, and nodded simultaneously.

"We need to think more about the Red Fire Glazed Pills."

"If you have nothing to do, feel free to wander around, or go find Ling'er and Yunfei to catch up."

"We have some things to attend to, so we'll be going first. I'll send someone later to take you to your quarters," Elder Wan said tactfully.

With that, the two stood up and hurried out.

Qin Feiyang quickly rose and shouted, "Hey, hey, don't be like that! I'll settle for one less, fine?"

The two ignored him entirely and vanished in a flash.

"And they call themselves War Emperors; can they not be so stingy?" Qin Feiyang muttered with disdain.

The duck that was already in his mouth had flown away, and he felt quite disgruntled.

Returning to his chair, he took out the Nether Demon Flame. With a slight thought, the black flame shot up half a meter, and a terrifying heat rapidly spread out. However, he himself felt not a trace of the high temperature.

Qin Feiyang marveled at this, though he wondered what grade of pill fire the Nether Demon Flame was. Pill fires had varying levels of strength. The one at the Iron Bull Town Pill Palace was undoubtedly the lowest grade, and the one at Black Bear City’s Pill Palace was likely a bit higher.

"Eh?" Suddenly, he smelled something burning. He glanced around suspiciously, and his expression changed.

Because the temperature was too high, the tables, chairs, tea sets, windows, and anything made of wood in the meeting hall had been scorched. The fabric was even beginning to catch fire. He hurriedly retracted the Nether Demon Flame and grabbed the teapot, trying to extinguish the flames.

However, the fire was fierce, and within a few blinks, the wooden materials were ablaze. More importantly, there was only a tiny bit of water in the teapot, which was nowhere near enough to put out the fire.

"I'm done for." Qin Feiyang’s face twitched. He had just arrived at the Martial King Palace and already burned down the meeting hall; Elder Wan and the beautiful woman would surely be furious.

The fire grew more terrifying! He ran out of the hall, shouting, "Fire! Help, someone come put out the fire!"

"What?" "How could there be a fire?" Disciples nearby heard the shouting and ran toward them.

"What is going on?" Just then, a burly man strode over. When he saw the hall had turned into a sea of fire, his eyes widened.

Qin Feiyang coughed dryly, feigning confusion, and said, "Yeah, what is going on?"

The burly man was stunned. "Weren't you the one inside?"

Qin Feiyang nodded. "Yes, but I really don't know what happened. It just suddenly caught fire."

"Is that so?" The burly man looked at him with suspicion.

Qin Feiyang felt uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject. "Did Elder Wan send you?"

The burly man replied, "Yes, Elder Wan ordered me to protect you and specifically warned me not to let you out of my sight."

"So, you are a Nine-Star War King?" Qin Feiyang asked. The burly man nodded.

"Let's go. Take me to the Treasure Pavilion first," Qin Feiyang said.

"Shouldn't we put out the fire first?" the burly man asked.

Qin Feiyang glanced at the sides where dozens of disciples were running over. "I have urgent business to attend to. They will put out the fire; no need to worry. Let's go!"

He then hurriedly slipped away.

"You guys, hurry up and extinguish the fire!" The burly man glanced at Qin Feiyang, then at the hall, gave instructions to the disciples, and chased after him.

Qin Feiyang ran for several hundred meters. The burly man asked, confused, "What exactly is so urgent?"

Before Qin Feiyang could answer, an angry roar came from the direction of the meeting hall: "Jiang Haotian, you are a jinx!" It was the voice of Elder Wan.

"A jinx?" The burly man was stunned. Realizing something, he looked at Qin Feiyang strangely and said, "Don't tell me you were the one who set the fire?"

Qin Feiyang stiffened his face and said displeased, "How could I do such a thing?"

"Then why is Elder Wan cursing you?" the burly man asked suspiciously.

"Maybe he just doesn't like my face. Stop talking nonsense and take me to the Treasure Pavilion," Qin Feiyang urged.

"The fire in the meeting hall must have something to do with this kid," the burly man muttered to himself before grabbing Qin Feiyang and speeding toward the West District.

Even at the speed of a Nine-Star War King, it took a full half-hour to reach the Treasure Pavilion.

"It's Jiang Haotian!" "He actually dared to come out alone?" "No, that person beside him is a deacon elder of the Martial King Palace." "I remember him; his name is Shi Zheng, a Nine-Star War King!" "To have a Nine-Star War King protecting him personally—the Martial King Palace really values this person!"

As Qin Feiyang walked into the Treasure Pavilion, the people inside began to whisper. Qin Feiyang ignored them all.

A staff member came up and asked, "Young Master Jiang, what would you like to buy?"

"Take me to the auction house," Qin Feiyang said.

Shi Zheng added, "We need a VIP room."

"Very well, please follow me." The staff member led them straight to the second floor and arrived at the door of a VIP room. Just as Qin Feiyang was about to walk in, Shi Zheng reached out to stop him. "Wait! Let me go in and check first."

Before Qin Feiyang could react, he pushed the door open, carefully inspected the room, and then let Qin Feiyang in.

"Young Master Jiang, if there are no other orders, I will take my leave," the staff member said.

Qin Feiyang nodded. After the staff member left, he scanned the room. The decor was neither luxurious nor ordinary. Two grand chairs were neatly placed in the center, clearly carved with care. In front of the chairs was a transparent floor-to-ceiling window, allowing a clear view of the outside.

He walked to the window and looked down. Below was the auction house, which was large enough to hold over a thousand people. There were about three or four hundred people present now. In the center was a high platform where an elderly man with white hair was presiding over the auction.

The item currently being auctioned was a dagger, and many people were bidding. Qin Feiyang watched for a moment but lost interest. The quality of the dagger was decent, but compared to Cangxue, it was miles apart.

He turned and sat in the chair, looking at Shi Zheng, who was standing guard and scanning the auction house with vigilance. Qin Feiyang smiled and said, "Elder, relax. Even if someone wants to deal with me, it won't happen that quickly."

"One cannot be careless!" Shi Zheng shook his head.

"This guy is certainly diligent," Qin Feiyang muttered to himself.

The auction continued in full swing. One item after another was sold, but none were what Qin Feiyang wanted. Just as he was losing patience and preparing to get up and leave, the white-haired old man on the platform took out an exquisite jade box and laughed, "The next item to be auctioned is extremely precious. Everyone, keep your eyes peeled and look carefully."

"Precious?" Qin Feiyang paused and sat back down, focusing his attention. The old man opened the jade box and took out a medicinal herb. It was about the thickness of an infant's arm, the length of a chopstick, and entirely fire-red, as if condensed from flames. Its shape was almost identical to a mountain ginseng.

"Fire Ginseng!" Qin Feiyang’s gaze trembled, and he immediately perked up. He had actually come to the Treasure Pavilion to see if there were any pill furnaces, but he hadn't expected to encounter a Fire Ginseng.

The appearance of the Fire Ginseng made the entire auction house boil with excitement. The white-haired old man smiled, "There is no need for me to introduce this treasure, right? The starting price is three hundred gold coins, no price ceiling. Begin!"

"Four hundred!" "Five hundred!" "One thousand!" "Two thousand!"

The price soared rapidly. In a dozen breaths, the price of the Fire Ginseng had climbed to five thousand. This price was already too much for many to bear, and they could only watch helplessly as others bid. After a while, the price soared to twenty thousand, and only a few people were still competing.

"This Fire Ginseng belongs to me, Xue Yang. Thirty thousand!" An exceptionally arrogant voice came from one of the VIP rooms. Seemingly afraid of this person, no one else bid.

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow and asked, "Elder Shi, who is Xue Yang?"

Shi Zheng replied, "He is a core disciple of the Pill King Palace. His talent for pill refining is in the top ten among all disciples, and his future is limitless. Furthermore, he has a very good relationship with the eldest prince of the royal family, so many people give him face when they encounter him."

"Pill King Palace!" A cold glint flashed in Qin Feiyang’s eyes. He said indifferently, "I bid forty thousand!"

"That voice sounds like Jiang Haotian?" "That guy is a lawless character. Others might fear Xue Yang, but he certainly won't. Plus, he has a deep grudge with the Pill King Palace; he will definitely fight Xue Yang to the end." "Now we have a show to watch."

After recognizing Qin Feiyang's voice, the others crossed their arms, watching the two VIP rooms with amusement. After a moment of silence, Xue Yang's voice came out: "Jiang Haotian, you had better know your limits. Fifty thousand."

The tone was threatening!

Qin Feiyang sneered, "Who do you think you are? One hundred thousand!"

"He added fifty thousand in one go! This guy really has money to burn!" The crowd was stunned.

Xue Yang laughed out of extreme anger. "Good, very good. Today I will play with you properly. I want to see exactly how many gold coins you have. Two hundred thousand!"