As soon as the staggering price of twenty million was announced, the auction hall fell silent for a moment. The bidder was none other than Chen Zhihai, the eldest son of the Chen family, one of the five great families of the capital.

The five great families of the capital were the Ye, Wu, Chen, Wang, and Cheng families. Although the He family was the wealthiest in Tianyang, they lacked influential members in the court and had no heavenly-level experts in the family. Thus, they were not considered one of the five great families. However, with the emergence of a heavenly-level beast from the He family, they might soon join the ranks of the top families in Tianyang, transforming the five great families into six.

Chen Zhihai, the eldest son of the Chen family, was a scholar by nature and relatively low-key. This was largely due to his poor talent; he was a man of mediocre aptitude. Earlier, he had bid on some of the lower and middle-grade Super Martial Pills, and he was determined not to miss out on this top-grade Super Martial Pill.

After a brief silence, just when Chen Zhihai thought he could secure the top-grade Super Martial Pill, someone raised the bid.

"Twenty-one million!"

Not only did someone increase the bid, but they also added a million in one go. The price had already soared to a staggering twenty million, yet someone was still willing to increase it by another million. This surprising move drew everyone's attention. When they saw who had raised the bid, they were even more astonished.

The little prince?

When they realized it was the little prince, Cheng Baili, who had raised the bid, everyone was taken aback.

Seeing the little prince Cheng Baili, dressed in white and smiling warmly, nodding and smiling at everyone, Ye Yiming felt a deep sense of aversion.

When Cheng Baili noticed Ye Yiming looking at him, he smiled and nodded slightly. Little did he know that this courteous gesture made Ye Yiming feel as though he had swallowed a fly, causing a wave of disgust. Fortunately, at this moment, Chen Zhihai raised the bid again.

"Twenty-two million!"

"Twenty-three million!"

As soon as Chen Zhihai raised the bid, Cheng Baili smiled and added another million. His face was full of a gentle smile, as if constantly reminding others of his genteel demeanor.

"Twenty-five million!"

This time, Chen Zhihai increased the bid by two million in one go, even standing up from his seat with reddened eyes, staring fiercely at Cheng Baili. Cheng Baili, however, didn't mind and smiled slightly at Chen Zhihai before slowly saying, "I bid twenty-six million!"

"Bang!" When Cheng Baili raised the bid, Chen Zhihai slumped heavily back into his seat, no longer able to continue. Twenty-five million was his limit, and now he could only give up.

After a while, seeing that Chen Zhihai was truly out of the bidding, Wang Weilong finally spoke.

"Twenty-six million, going once!"

After a pause and seeing no further movement, Wang Weilong gave up hope. With two more calls in quick succession, he announced the final ownership of the last Super Martial Pill, thus ending the auction.

When Wang Weilong announced the pill's ownership, Cheng Baili smiled, stood up, and cupped his hands towards Chen Zhihai. "Thank you, Brother Zhihai, for making it possible. I'm deeply grateful."

Chen Zhihai quickly stood up and returned the gesture. "No, no, you're too kind, little prince. It's just that I am short of funds, making a fool of myself."

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What is this nonsense?

Seeing Chen Zhihai and Cheng Baili's hypocritical display, Ye Yiming felt a wave of nausea. He found Cheng Baili even more unpleasant.

Damn, this guy is just like Yue Buqun! After buying the pill, he still pretends to be magnanimous. Could he be any more fake?

In Ye Yiming's eyes, Cheng Baili was even worse than Wu Yaolin. At least Wu Yaolin was an outright villain, whereas Cheng Baili was clearly a hypocrite!

Watching Cheng Baili's gentle smile, Ye Yiming felt increasingly irritated.

After a moment of thought, Ye Yiming summoned a servant and whispered a few words. The servant then approached Chen Zhihai and whispered something to him, causing Chen Zhihai to look over at Ye Yiming with a delighted expression. Ye Yiming nodded and smiled at him, making Chen Zhihai even more thrilled.

Cheng Baili noticed the exchange between Ye Yiming and Chen Zhihai. He frowned slightly and then exchanged glances with He Dewen. Understanding Cheng Baili's signal, He Dewen nodded and then left the room.

As people began to leave after the final pill was auctioned off, He Dewen mingled with the crowd and casually remarked, "Sigh, why are there only three top-grade Super Martial Pills? It would be better if there were more."

Though He Dewen's words seemed casual, they were anything but. The people who heard them stopped in their tracks and looked towards Wang Weilong.

This startled Wang Weilong, who was previously quite pleased. The fact that these prominent figures were staring at him made him uneasy, prompting him to look to Ye Yiming for help.

Seeing Wang Weilong's distressed look, Li Feng seized the opportunity and addressed Ye Yiming. "Indeed, there are only three top-grade Super Martial Pills, which is far too few. It's not enough for everyone here. I suggest you, Young Master Ye, take out a few more for us. We can negotiate the price; we certainly have the money."

Hearing Li Feng's suggestion, everyone thought it made perfect sense.

Indeed! We're not short on money. Why doesn't Ye Yiming take out more pills to sell to us?

The scene began to grow chaotic, with people discussing louder and louder. This made Wang Weilong increasingly anxious.

As the scene grew more chaotic, Li Feng felt proud and looked at Ye Yiming with a smug expression. "Young Master Ye, everyone is waiting for your response. Don't keep silent!"

Watching the chaotic scene and the smug Li Feng, Ye Yiming calmly asked, "Are you done?"

"Uh!" Li Feng was momentarily speechless at Ye Yiming's response. Annoyed, he retorted, "Ye Yiming, stop changing the subject! Are you going to take out more pills or not?"

Ye Yiming didn't answer Li Feng directly. Instead, he turned to Li Xiao and said something that stunned everyone present.

"Xiao Dong, throw out that noisy fool!"

Everyone was waiting for Ye Yiming's response, but no one expected him to say such a thing. Everyone was momentarily stunned, including Li Feng, who stood there dumbfounded.

Although Li Feng was stunned, Li Xiaodong was not. He moved swiftly behind Li Feng, and before Li Feng could react, Li Xiaodong's right foot kicked him in the butt.

"Ah!"

"Splash!"

Li Feng, only realizing what happened mid-air, could only scream before landing in the water.

Li Feng's scream brought everyone back to their senses. They suddenly remembered that Ye Yiming was the most unruly of the four young masters of the capital!

Realizing they had just confronted Ye Yiming, most people present couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat from their foreheads.

He Dewen, seeing that everyone was intimidated by Ye Yiming's actions, frowned and said to Ye Yiming, "Young Master Ye, after all, Li Feng is the son of General Li. What you did just now seems a bit inappropriate."

Inappropriate?

Ye Yiming raised an eyebrow, looking at He Dewen with disdain. "What's inappropriate? Does Ye Yiming need you, He Dewen, to tell him how to act?"

Seeing He Dewen speechless, Ye Yiming continued, "Do you think that just because your He family has a heavenly-level black tiger, you can compare yourself to me? Humph! I advise you to know your place. If you anger me, I'll have my Fourth Uncle cook that black tiger tonight."

"You, Ye Yiming..." He Dewen was so furious that his face turned red, unable to speak.

"What about me?" Ye Yiming sneered at He Dewen.

"Let me tell you, He Dewen, you don't even have the demeanor of the future head of the He family. If it were your father or grandfather, they wouldn't be as foolish as you. If it were your father, he'd shut up after Li Feng was thrown into the river. If it were your grandfather, he'd probably applaud. But you?"

Ye Yiming paused, looked He Dewen up and down, then sighed and said, "But you, He Dewen, you're far too naive!"

"You, you... I, I, I..." He Dewen was so furious that he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed unconscious. The He family servants scrambled to help him.

Seeing He Dewen faint, Ye Yiming sighed and said lightly, "Sigh, with such poor mental strength, I truly worry for the future of the He family."

Watching He Dewen collapse and hearing Ye Yiming's casual comments, a chill ran down everyone's spine.

That's ruthless!

He Dewen had only said a few harsh words, but ended up in such a miserable state. This young lord of the capital is truly not to be trifled with!

At that moment, most people silently vowed never to provoke Ye Yiming again. The consequences were simply too severe. Just a few words could make someone spit blood; such a person was not to be messed with!