Chapter 1272: Chapter 1268: It Embarrassed Its Master!
At this moment, those who were keen on bidding mostly had this thought; they had encountered situations before where someone lit up the lantern and then started at a high price.
But they never imagined it could go up to this extent.
Those are ten magic artifacts, in a situation where even one is hard to come by. Originally, quite a few people wanted to give it a try; now they’ve been directly passed over.
Chi Yao also didn’t expect that after Yun Ran confirmed lighting the lantern, someone would make such a grand gesture.
He took a sip of the medicine liquid essence beside him, as if to calm his surprise.
"I didn’t expect those people to care so much about this cauldron, raising its value so high. Can you still handle it?"
Yun Ran was a little surprised that Chi Yao would care about this.
Many ordinary people don’t like to admit they can’t do something, let alone Yun Ran.
"You can relax, anyone can say they can’t handle it, but that doesn’t include me!"
It’s impossible for Qingfeng Temple’s foundations to be used for exchange, but having trained outside for many years, Yun Ran has a lot of stuff in her possession.
Whether it was given in gratitude for saving a life, collected, or even grabbed from the hands of evil cultivators...
In any case, anyone can lack magic artifacts, but not Yun Ran. Her Qiankun Bag has a special corner piled with plenty of magic artifacts.
However, just as Yun Ran was brimming with confidence, the people downstairs seemed really unwilling to let her get it cheaply, each eager to throw everything they had into the mix.
"Eleven magic artifacts!"
"Ten magic artifacts plus one piece of thousand-year-old Ice Heart!"
"Fifteen magic artifacts."
...
Now, not only the Xuanmen people who were originally interested, even some spectators sitting in their seats were a little envious.
If this wasn’t Divine Sword Manor’s stage, these people could really start a fight, disregarding any rules, and snatch it by hand.
The calmest person throughout the process was probably Yun Ran, as if the items those people below were desperate to get had nothing to do with her.
The Little Tower Spirit had never seen such an intense scene before, its eyes brimming with excitement.
Eager to incite the people below, hoping they would start fighting, making it even more lively.
But after all, it remembered the current situation, dared not utter a word, just leaned by the window, with its mouth shut tighter than a clam shell.
Just then, the crisp sound of a crack suddenly echoed, startling everyone on the second floor to look towards the source of the sound.
Chi Yao’s face was full of astonishment.
Even though his current strength was pitiful compared to his peak, in the Little Tower, he could be considered an absolute controller.
Now someone had invaded the Little Tower, and he didn’t notice at all, causing him to instinctively raise his guard.
A vortex appeared out of nowhere, Chi Yao’s hand already forming a claw, seemingly waiting for that unknown entity to appear, to tear it apart.
"Master~~~"
A familiar voice sounded, and a figure that could only be seen as a phantom darted to Yun Ran’s side, hugging her arm tightly.
The hand Chi Yao had gathered his strongest power in, ready to attack, settled back beside him.
Clearly, he recognized the owner of the childish voice and sticky behavior was Yun Ran’s little paperman companion that always stayed by her.
"Master, I’ve missed you so much. I paid such a great price to find you."
The little paperman, at this moment, wished to recount all the hardships it endured in the Ghost World, just hoping for some privileges from its master.
Yun Ran reached out, intending to pull the little paperman off, as in the presence of others, being so clingy wasn’t a good thing.
But as she tried to pry it off, she couldn’t.
Soon, Yun Ran detected a bit of moisture on her arm; at first, she didn’t register until she saw the little paperman’s tearful eyes.
Yun Ran finally realized those were the little paperman’s tears.
Initially, Yun Ran wanted the little paperman to pay attention to the setting, but her heart softened immensely, not willing to pull it off anymore.
Was it not just a paper puppet that was a bit clingy, it wasn’t a big problem.
The little paperman, having expressed its loyalty and clung enough, hadn’t seen the vortex disappear yet.
Chi Yao, with a scrutinizing look, gazed toward the direction of the vortex: "Since you are here, why still hide inside?"
He could sense something was behind it, yet he couldn’t ’see’ clearly.
This feeling of being unable to control made Chi Yao a bit uncomfortable.
Upon hearing Chi Yao’s voice, the little paperman suddenly lifted its head, seemingly realizing only now that there was someone else sitting beside its master.
The little paperman instantly wanted to find a hole to hide in from the embarrassment.
Internally, it wailed: It’s doomed, it’s embarrassing the master!!!
Especially now, the little paperman’s line of sight happened to meet Chi Yao’s gaze, the awkward feeling indescribable in words.
The little paperman’s eyes rolled around, contemplating if it should say something to salvage the current situation.
A pale, almost ghostly white hand stretched out from the yet-to-disappear vortex.
This scenario for Yun Ran, a person who deals with evil spirits or demon ghosts all year round, wasn’t visually shocking.
But for the Little Tower Spirit, raised in a ’greenhouse’, it was absolutely a terrifying scene.
Its sanity value dropped frantically, until another equally ghostly white hand emerged.
The Little Tower Spirit couldn’t bear it anymore, legs giving out, collapsing directly to the ground.
Its eyes filled with terror as if having witnessed something unbearable.
The little paperman, who had initially felt slightly embarrassed for its actions, now seemed not so glaring next to the Little Tower Spirit’s even more embarrassing behavior.
The little paperman climbed up Yun Ran’s arm to her shoulder, whispered in her ear, "Master, where did you find this embarrassing artifact spirit?"
If it weren’t for this guy being so frightened by the Dragon King’s entrance, the little paperman would have completely ignored him.
Yun Ran looked at the Little Tower Spirit’s increasingly pale face, seemingly just remembering that the appearance of this vortex, for the Little Tower Spirit, was like being stabbed twice hard.
"He is the spirit of this Little Tower, the vortex you tore open might have affected him."
As Yun Ran spoke, she pulled out a small bottle from her person; the pills inside were made with the blood of the Dragon Spirit as the medicinal guide.
