“Whoa, she actually got angry. Forget it, I don’t feel like staying here,” Silver Wolf muttered, pouting. He had seen plenty of arrogant, domineering women, but this one was worse than any tigress he’d ever met.
Besides, this wasn’t the only trading hall in Rong City. Even if they left here, many others would welcome them.
“Alright, all three of you stop causing trouble. Little lady, we’re here to auction pills. Please, have the apothecary handle them and give a valuation,” Ling Ruoxi said, placing the white jade bottle on the table with her right hand, looking at the woman across from her.
Apothecary?
The girl seemed to hear the funniest joke ever. She picked up the bottle and suddenly smashed it to the ground. Crack! The jade shattered, and the pills rolled out.
“I’m telling you, I, Tang Xin, look down on you—so what? This trading hall is run by my father! I have the right to kick you out!” Tang Xin shouted furiously. Her brows arched. “Don’t think wearing silk and satin makes you rich! Get out—you’re not welcome here! Lowly peasants, humph!”
“Uh…” Everyone around froze, dumbstruck. They stared at the spilled pills, which released a rich, intoxicating fragrance into the air. Just a sniff and the body felt relaxed, refreshed. The pills in the white jade bottle were truly high-quality medicine—but no one could confirm exactly what they were.
Squatting, Silver Wolf looked at the scattered pills and sighed. “You’re finished. Even if your father were the mayor of Rong City, he couldn’t save you. What you’ve smashed—selling you a hundred times wouldn’t cover it.”
“You brat! What did you just say? You speak nothing but nonsense. You country bumpkins—what pills could you even make? I’ll just pay for the pills I broke!” Tang Xin said haughtily. In her eyes, the bottle’s contents were worth at most a few thousand taels. But now, knowing the truth, she could barely stand herself. Silver Wolf was right—a hundred times over wouldn’t compensate for this!
Silver Wolf gave a thumbs-up and smiled. “Fine, I respect you as a man. There are only ten pills in that bottle, not many. Since you insist on paying, let’s be fair.”
“Fair?” Tang Xin frowned, sensing something off.
Silver Wolf raised one brow, dragging his hand across his chin. “Whatever the auction price is for one pill, multiply by ten. Fair enough?”
“Whatever, fine. Take it. It’s just a bottle of pills—how much could it be worth?” Tang Xin agreed arrogantly, thinking it a trivial matter.
But the next moment, a figure sprang from the crowd like a monkey, pushing through people, trembling as they looked at the broken pills. Hands shaking, holding the damaged medicine, the man’s white beard quivered as he nearly roared, “Who did this? Which wasteful child? I’ll give her a slap today—how cruel!”
“Grandpa Yun? Why are you here?” Tang Xin quickly forced a smile and approached the elderly man.
Yun Hen’s eyes nearly popped out. Trembling hands clutching the pills, he shouted, “Xin, tell me, whose pills are these?”
“Uh… theirs,” Tang Xin said, straightening her back, pointing at Ling Ruoxi. With her grandfather here, the people before them were about to face disaster.
Yun Hen puffed at his beard, glaring at Ling Ruoxi. “You—you! To break such good medicine! You’re utterly shameless!”
“Hey, old man, calm down. These Saint Realm Pills were specially refined by my master for auction. We wanted the apothecary to appraise them, but your little girl broke them. Don’t worry, there are only ten pills anyway—think of them as candy. Broken is broken,” Silver Wolf said, patting Yun Hen’s shoulder helplessly.
Saint Realm Pills!
It was as if a thunderclap had struck the crowd. People couldn’t breathe, eyes wide in disbelief. They’d just heard that one Saint Realm Pill could elevate a cultivator from Blue Rank to Purple Rank—a rare and precious medicine. And now, it had appeared in Rong City! Worse, there were ten pills… and they’d been smashed by this wasteful little girl!
Ten pills! Even if Tang Xin sold herself a thousand times, it couldn’t compare to just one Saint Realm Pill.
“I didn’t know! Those country bumpkin pills are so precious! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have smashed them… wuwu…” Tang Xin, now in tears, sat on a bench, clueless about how many dreams she’d just destroyed. From now on, she’d likely have to hide in her room, fearing public beatings outside.
The man with the handlebar mustache confirmed the smashed pills—indeed Saint Realm Pills. That meant hundreds of billions had been destroyed in his daughter’s hands! Their trading hall hadn’t even been worth that much since its establishment.
Gasping, Tang Ze shouted, “Shut up! No more crying. Grandpa Yun, what do we do?”
“Keep the price down. With your status, inform the other nobles not to raise bids. Stabilize the price—ten pills will suffice,” Yun Hen said, frowning. It seemed that, for now, this was their only option.
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