“Host, what’s wrong with you?”
This startled Jia Xitong.
“You should ask yourself what you did.”
Shang Yanting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, taking a couple of deep breaths.
He had been close to advancing to the Martial Realm, but his strength plummeted, and his True Qi was empty, hinting at a regression in cultivation.
This system caused havoc in his Sea of Consciousness.
If it were before, he would have destroyed it long ago.
Jia Xitong, who was still basking in the joy of successful talisman making, instantly realized, “Did my talisman creation disturb you?”
“No disturbance, just almost killed me.”
The calm words were filled with sarcasm.
An awkward silence fell in the room.
“Well, the talisman was successful.”
Jia Xitong said dryly, trying to break the awkwardness with benefits, “It’s a talisman made with Heavenly and Earthly Treasures. Do you want it?”
Her words had just fallen when a system notification sounded in her ear.
[Hello, Tasker. You currently owe 10,000 Basic Talismans. A High-Grade Healing Talisman can offset 100 Basic Talismans.]
“I want it.”
The voices of the male lead and the system sounded one after another.
For the High-Grade Healing Talisman, she had three choices.
First: Repay the system debt
Second: Keep it for herself
Third: Give it to Shang Yanting.
The first two were obviously most beneficial for her.
But Shang Yanting helped her enter talisman cultivation, and he deserved half the credit for the successful High-Grade Healing Talisman.
Plus, he was still a pitiful boy, unloved by parents.
Besides the fake system·real reader caring about him, who else did?
Jia Xitong chose the third option.
“Congratulations, host, on obtaining a High-Grade Healing Talisman.
A High-Grade Healing Talisman is equivalent to 100 normal Healing Talismans.
You currently owe the system: 500 Exploding Talismans; 260 Healing Talismans; 100 Solidification Talismans; totaling 900 normal talismans.”
Shang Yanting paused, holding the High-Grade Healing Talisman, “How much do I owe?”
“900 normal talismans.”
“Who taught you numerology?”
Ha, such a good thing given to him, what’s wrong with earning a bit of interest?
His cultivation fell, and he didn’t mind.
Overcounting a few dozen talismans…
Shang Yanting mentally noted down all grudges.
The two tacitly avoided this sensitive topic, focusing on the High-Grade Healing Talisman.
Coincidentally, Shang Yanting was internally injured.
His True Qi was weak, perfectly providing a reason for consumption. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Light it, consume it.
As soon as it entered his mouth, it filled with a mixture of grassy and fishy taste, even his nose was filled with it.
In the next second, Shang Yanting fell onto the bed with a thud.
His body was unconscious, but his mind fully aware.
After consuming the Healing Talisman, a warmth rapidly filled his dried foundation.
Spiritual power increased rapidly, forcing his meridians to expand.
Previously like trickling streams, now, spiritual power burst like wild horses, especially painful at the severed meridian points, like re-tearing his meridians.
Again and again, spiritual power washed his meridians, broadening them.
A large amount of spiritual power clogged at the severed wrist, urgently needing an outlet.
Jia Xitong noticed Shang Yanting sweating profusely, body trembling constantly.
According to fantasy protagonist tropes, Shang Yanting, because of her Healing Talisman, was about to upgrade, right?
Seeing his black lips and pale face.
Honestly, she didn’t envy at all, instead, felt a bit sorry for him.
Being the world’s number one is hard, better to be the system.
Usually just earning margins, occasionally lying down to upgrade.
When conscience stirs, manipulate Little Raccoon to wipe the host’s sweat, show some love and care.
Shang Yanting was unconscious for two whole days, the accumulated spiritual power finally broke through the blockade, pouring down like floodwaters from an open sluice.
After extreme pain in his limbs, came a comfort never felt since falling into the abyss.
From the bed came a low moan, he finally woke up!
Shang Yanting’s eyes snapped open, shooting a terrifying gleam, a look of unbelievable delight on his face.
“Ah ah ah, host, you’re finally awake!”
An untimely voice sounded.
At this moment, Little Raccoon was clutching a small towel to wipe his face, urgently shouting, “The auction is today. If you don’t wake, the healing medicine will fly away!”
Before the words finished, Little Raccoon was lifted up.
“No need.”
Shang Yanting looked at his wrist, where the scars remained, but the meridians had recovered.
Looking at the ugly little beast, he stroked its shabby fur several times, “I’m fine now, thank you for the talisman.”
“Wow!”
Little Raccoon raised its paws in cheer.
Despite how Shang Yanting normally seemed indifferent to healing his limbs, he was actually extremely anxious.
She’s genuinely happy that he’s healed now.
But amidst happiness, she felt like she was neglecting something?
She didn’t dwell on it, revisiting today’s auction, “Shall we still go to the auction?”
“Go.”
Now that his limbs are healed, he still needs a handy weapon.
When Shang Yanting left after a quick wash, the auction had already begun.
The auction was held at the most luxurious inn in Zhaoyang City, with four floors in total.
The central hall on the first floor displayed the auction items, crowded with average-status casual guests.
From the second floor on, it catered to VIPs.
The higher the floor and the better the position, the more esteemed the guests.
The ticket given by the pawnshop manager for Shang Yanting was for the second floor, a bit off-centered but with decent view.
At this moment, a decent Martial Cultivation Technique was being auctioned off below, sold to a middle-aged martial cultivator in the hall for 400 taels of silver.
The next auction item—Long Dan Root
As it appeared, there were many bids.
As Shang Yanting expected, the price of Long Dan Root skyrocketed from the initial 800 taels of silver to 4,800 taels, surpassing its original value by almost 3,000 taels.
“Are they crazy?
Who’s bidding so high?”
“These bidders, must have something wrong with their brains.”
“With 4,000 taels of silver, wouldn’t buying a top-tier Martial Cultivation Technique be better?”
The casual guests below buzzed with discussions.
Some seasoned customers sneered, “Don’t you know, every once in a while, Wan Bao Pavilion dictates that some medicines are sold at double the price. Just wait, there might be a fool who bids even higher.”
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Elsewhere
Sitting on the fourth floor, Xie Qingxian held a teacup, expression serene and composed.
His servant ran up to inquire, “Sir, should we keep bidding?”
At 1,400 taels of silver, no one bid higher, and the rest were their own bids.
If no one takes it, they’ll have to buy it back themselves.
“Tell them to pull back.”
This Long Dan Root belonged to Xie Qingxian.
If he buys it back himself, he’ll have to pay Wan Bao Pavilion a hefty commission, definitely a loss.
However, he wasn’t worried at all.
Because he had specially inquired a few days ago.
At Wan Bao Pavilion’s pawnshop, a young man with a handsome face, accompanied by a strange little beast but with uncoordinated limbs, had pawned items worth 20,000 taels of silver.
That person was certainly the young lad who sought his medical help that day.
It’s not impossible to acquire one of the three medicinal items.
Xie Qingxian blew on his tea, still maintaining a calm demeanor, and told the subordinate kneeling below, “Continue bidding next round. If someone follows, raise the price of Wu Zhong fu mushroom to four times.”