My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 571: 570, Lan Feiyue

Song Yan Ning’s eyes shimmered with interest upon seeing the Cloud Needle Mist Flower. As her cultivation had improved, the Spiritual Energy in her Spiritual Pearl Space had also become denser, making it highly suitable for planting Spirit Grass. And with just a single leaf of the Spirit Grass, she could nurture more of it.

The Cloud Needle Mist Flower was a primary ingredient in refining Tribulation Crossing Pills, which she and Qin Yushen would need in the future. Therefore, she decided she must secure this Cloud Needle Mist Flower.

Thinking this, Song Yan Ning called out a bid, "One hundred thousand top-grade demon stones." The demon stones she possessed had been gathered from the bodies of cultivators who had attacked Tianyi Gate, totaling over ten million, which was more than enough to secure the Cloud Needle Mist Flower.

"One hundred and ten thousand top-grade demon stones!" a robust voice followed suit.

The crowd saw that it was the Blue Robed Youth bidding and reluctantly shook their heads. It seemed that the Cloud Needle Mist Flower would again be taken by the Blue Robed Youth.

"One hundred and twenty thousand top-grade demon stones!" Song Yan Ning continued to bid.

The crowd looked at Song Yan Ning with surprise and sympathy. She had offended the Blue Robed Youth, and now she was in for it.

"Two hundred thousand top-grade demon stones!" the Blue Robed Youth shouted immediately after.

"Three hundred thousand top-grade demon stones!" Song Yan Ning showed no signs of backing down. noveldrama

The female cultivator in black veils beside Song Yan Ning shook her head.

"Five hundred thousand top-grade demon stones!" The Blue Robed Youth’s voice carried a hint of anger. Apart from those in private rooms, no one else dared to compete with him in bidding; this man had guts.

"Five hundred and one thousand top-grade demon stones!" Song Yan Ning spoke lazily.

A murderous intent surged in the Blue Robed Youth’s gaze as he looked at Song Yan Ning, "Six hundred thousand top-grade demon stones."

"Six hundred and one thousand top-grade demon stones!" Song Yan Ning knew she had already offended him by starting a bidding war, so naturally, she did not care if he would get angry.

The Blue Robed Youth gritted his teeth in hatred, "One million top-grade demon stones!"

Song Yan Ning raised an eyebrow and ceased bidding. This Cloud Needle Mist Flower would eventually be hers, as she could tell from the murderous intent in the Blue Robed Youth’s eyes that he would not let her off.

Seeing Song Yan Ning stop bidding, the Blue Robed Youth became even more furious. This was the first time he had suffered such a significant loss; if he did not kill that man, his name wasn’t Lan Feiyue.

Observing Lan Feiyue’s murderous and angry gaze, Song Yan Ning smirked. Qin Yushen had already transmitted to her that the Blue Robed Youth was Lan Feiyue.

Qin Yushen was a Ninth-level Artifact Refiner, profoundly familiar with Spiritual Artifacts. As long as the Blue Robed Youth was distracted, Qin Yushen could use his Divine Sense to see through his mask and see his true face. Now that they knew he was Lan Feiyue, there was no way they would let him off.

Lan Feiyue suppressed the rage in his heart and turned his head to continue watching the items being auctioned. If it weren’t for the prohibition against fighting here, he would have rushed up and killed his opponent long ago.

"Be careful, he’s not someone to be trifled with," the black-veiled female cultivator warned Song Yan Ning.

Song Yan Ning smiled slightly and nodded, "Thank you! I will be." She could feel Lan Feiyue’s Divine Sense constantly watching her.

"Let’s go," Song Yan Ning stood up. She had achieved her purpose at the auction, and she believed Lan Feiyue would surely follow her out.

Qin Yushen nodded and rose to follow Song Yan Ning out.

Lan Feiyue saw Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen leaving, and he too stood up and followed them. If he did not kill Song Yan Ning, he would not be able to swallow this grievance. No one had ever provoked him and left unscathed.