The woman shopkeeper in front of him might also be fifty or sixty years old, but in his eyes, she was too young.
"May I ask your na?" the woman shopkeeper asked.
"Ningxue!" Lanling fabricated a na.
"Mr. Ningxue, I request that you allow us at the Heaven and Earth Pavilion to auction this bottle of Nirvana Blood," the woman shopkeeper said.
Lanling said, "The auction will take place in three days; what if it doesn’t sell?"
Nirvana Blood is an ancient treasure; for so, it can change fate, equivalent to rebirth, and they are willing to pay any price.
However, for the vast majority of people, it is almost worthless.
"Rest assured, even if it’s unnecessary, so influential families will buy it at any cost as a precaution," the woman shopkeeper said. "Because possessing the Nirvana Blood essentially ans having an extra chance, a shot at defying fate. As for how much your bottle of Nirvana Blood will fetch at auction? That depends entirely on luck bestowed by heaven. However, even if it fails to sell, our Heaven and Earth Pavilion is willing to buy it at a price satisfactory to you."
Lanling said, "But, I need money to bid on the Dazzling Star Tears."
"You can use three treasures as collateral, and our Heaven and Earth Pavilion can provide you a fifteen thousand gold coin advance," the woman shopkeeper said. "After your treasures are auctioned, we’ll deduct that amount. How does that sound to you?"
"Agreed!" Lanling said.
The woman shopkeeper said, "Please wait a mont. I will consult the owner. It’ll be quick!"
Indeed, she returned in just a quarter of an hour, carrying a thick stack of gold notes.
Then Lanling discovered that the gold notes in the Barbaric Wilderness were actually made of gold, about the size of modern bills, approximately half a milliter thick, appearing relatively soft, with intricate engravings, and Lanling instantly discerned its three-layer anti-counterfeiting asures.
An engraving layer, a hidden line layer, and most critically, special crystal stone powder fused within the gold note that emits a unique energy aura.
Lanling was truly astonished by the security asures of these gold notes, which surpassed even those of the Human Kingdom.
One wonders which genius designed it.
And in the center of the gold note’s engraving, there was an image of a handso man’s face. If guessed correctly, it should be this generation’s Rakshasa King.
A thousand gold coins per gold note, fifteen thousand gold coins, totaling 150 notes.
"Three treasures, we’ll temporarily keep them for safekeeping, are you willing?" the woman shopkeeper said. "We’ve already prepared the best room for you, along with five slaves, five maids, two of whom are virgins, ready for you to enjoy at any ti."
"Of course, I’ll entrust them to your care," Lanling said, as the fifteen thousand gold coins were already in his possession.
"Very well, shortly I’ll take you to the villa; you will be our most esteed guest for the next few days," the woman shopkeeper said. "If you wish to go out, please let know, and I will assign the most powerful samurai to ensure your safety."
Lanling initially wanted to suggest paying the thirteen thousand to buy the Eye of the Ghost King imdiately, as ti was running short; however, this might arouse so suspicions.
Moreover, three days was not too long, and there was ample ti to prepare for battle.
Thus, Lanling stayed at the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, awaiting the start of the auction three days later.
...
Ti rewinds to two years earlier.
Zhuang Zhixuan and Yan Nai’er were surrounded by the Sky Holy Knights led by Huai Bingyi.
Nai’er ignored Huai Bingyi, her beautiful eyes only staring at the Zhen Yan Princess, asking, "Why?"
The Zhen Yan Princess replied, "Because in my heart, the kingdom is more important than Suo Lun."
Nai’er said, "You killed your husband with your own hands?"
"Yes," Zhi Yan said.
Nai’er said, "You will face retribution. But before that happens, kindly kill too, so I can join him down below. He killed so many people, he must be going to hell, and I’ll follow him there so I can laugh at him for being blind and marrying a wife like you. I want him to divorce you, making his only wife."
Zhi Yan remained silent; she truly didn’t expect that at such a mont, what Yan Nai’er cared about was this.
However...her heart truly couldn’t comprehend the simplicity and beauty of Yan Nai’er’s inner world.
Nai’er continued, "Honestly, I don’t care about his flings outside, and even if I did, I couldn’t control them. As long as he married only , it would have been enough, but...he didn’t only marry , he married you. Although I agreed and acted generously, in truth I cared deeply. Several tis, I almost left ho, never to deal with him again."
Zhi Yan said, "Then why didn’t you leave? Had you left, perhaps you wouldn’t have to die today."
Nai’er said, "If I left ho, and he didn’t co for , my heart would shatter, worse than death. If he did co, using so rogue antics, saying sweet words, do you think I could resist? I’d have to obediently follow him back, and that would be even more pointless, so I didn’t run away."
With that, Nai’er gazed into the sky, her beautiful eyes sweet and lost, "You have no idea, when you’re infatuated with a man. He hasn’t yet touched you, his hand just reaching out, not yet touching your chest or bottom, and you feel weak all over, trembling. That feeling, it never ca again..."
Then, Nai’er said nothing more, allowing tears to fall from her beautiful eyes.
Listening to her words, Huai Bingyi’s eyelids twitched slightly.
This...might be the most enchanting words he had ever heard a woman say.
"Zhi Yan, other won can be taken back to the Dragon Temple; this woman must die," Huai Bingyi said. "Because her teacher gave her a protection token, yet Suo Lun is the World-Ending Demon Emperor. If she lives, people will always rember the mistakes made by and the teacher."
Zhi Yan said nothing.
Zhuang Zhixuan said, "Mr. Huai Bingyi, giving Mrs. Yan Nai’er the protection token was a testant to your foresight, suspecting Suo Lun as the World-Ending Demon Emperor early on, thus setting a long-term plan without alerting the enemy. Capturing Mrs. Yan Nai’er was an extrely wise move."
Zhuang Zhixuan didn’t want Nai’er to die; she believed Nai’er was the most adorable and beautiful woman in the world, undeserving of death.
Moreover, as Suo Lun’s bodyguard, failing to protect him made her feel obligated to protect his wife with her life.
"Haha..." Huai Bingyi didn’t say more.
Because discovering the World-Ending Demon Emperor was credited to Suo Lun’s mother, Fu Lingxi’s accomplishnts, which could be attributed to the Heretic Faction or the Demon Star Pavilion; however, Huai Bingyi, Ji Xiuning, and their teacher all belonged to the Radiant Faction.
In such a fiercely competitive environnt within the Dragon Temple, any mistake could beco the target and weapon of attack.
Therefore, Yan Nai’er must die.
If Yan Nai’er was captured alive and taken back to the Dragon Temple, and soday the Heretic Faction made an issue of her, especially using her Demon Bloodline to attack the Radiant Faction, what then?
Once in the hands of the Dragon Temple, whatever she said would be beyond her control.
And every word from her mouth could beco a weapon against the Radiant Faction.
Therefore, Yan Nai’er must die.
Huai Bingyi said, "Zhi Yan, will you kill her or shall I?"
Zhi Yan said, "You do it!"
Zhuang Zhixuan drew her sharp sword and stood in front of Yan Nai’er, saying, "If you want to kill Mrs. Nai’er, you’ll have to step over my corpse."
Her martial prowess was trendous; she could almost take on ten dragon warriors alone.
However, with a light swipe of the hand from Huai Bingyi in the air, Zhuang Zhixuan’s delicate body was sent flying, spewing blood in midair, crashing to the ground, her condition unknown.
Huai Bingyi approached Yan Nai’er, gazing at her beautiful yet pale face with pity, and her explosively exaggerated figure.
"You are the most adorable woman I’ve ever seen, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong man," Huai Bingyi said.
"You said it wrong," Yan Nai’er retorted.
"Apologies..." Huai Bingyi said, "You must die..."
Then, with a gentle stroke of the Dragon Gold Sword from the Dragon Temple, he slit Yan Nai’er’s snow-white throat.
Instantly, bright red blood sprayed from her alluring neck, painting a rainbow of blood mist in the air.
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