At this moment, the always gentle and smiling face of Little Prince Cheng Baili stiffened upon seeing He Dewen being infuriated by Ye Yiming. His previously graceful demeanor disappeared, which amused Ye Yiming.
Ha, you hypocrite, let's see how you handle this!
However, Cheng Baili's expression didn't last long; he quickly returned to his usual gentle and elegant self.
Tsk tsk tsk! Even Yue Buqun would pale in comparison to Cheng Baili's demeanor!
At this moment, Ye Yiming could only admire Cheng Baili's composure.
After He Dewen was carried away by his family's servants, Ye Yiming glanced around the room. Noticing the tense atmosphere, he chuckled and said, "It's fine, it's fine. No need to be nervous; it's not a big deal."
Not a big deal? After all this, you call it not a big deal? No need to be nervous?
Young Master Ye! Boss Ye! Even if you're toying with people, you can't do it like this! He's already spitting blood, and you say it's not a big deal and we shouldn't be nervous? Even if we had nerves of steel, we can't handle this kind of torment!
Seeing Ye Yiming's smiling face, everyone present felt a chill down their spines and broke into a cold sweat. They made up their minds not to provoke this person no matter what.
"Hahaha!" At this moment, Wang Weilong, noticing the heavy atmosphere, burst into laughter and said to everyone, "Hahaha! Today's auction was very successful, thanks to everyone's efforts. I hope you'll all continue to support us at our next auction!"
After saying this, Wang Weilong gave Ye Yiming a covert look. Understanding Wang Weilong's intention, Ye Yiming immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes! We hope you won't miss our next auction! We look forward to your support!"
The next auction?
Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they immediately forgot about Ye Yiming's earlier actions, eagerly listening to him. This sight finally made Wang Weilong breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't want a small incident to hinder their grand plans for making money.
Seeing everyone's eager expressions, Ye Yiming smiled and said, "I know you're all interested and looking forward to the next auction. So, I've decided that in ten days, we'll hold a second auction for Super Martial Pills. The exact location will be announced later. As for the number of pills..."
Ye Yiming intentionally paused, noticing everyone's impatience. He then continued with a slight smirk, "At the next Super Martial Pill auction, we'll auction off 500 lower-grade Super Martial Pills, 100 middle-grade Super Martial Pills, and 10 top-grade Super Martial Pills."
As soon as Ye Yiming finished speaking, the room erupted in noise.
Ten top-grade Super Martial Pills?
To be honest, the lower and middle-grade Super Martial Pills didn't interest the crowd much, as they only enhanced the cultivation of human-level martial artists. What they valued were the top-grade Super Martial Pills that could elevate them to earth-level martial artists!
Seemingly reading their thoughts, Ye Yiming casually remarked, "Oh, by the way, even the lower-grade Super Martial Pills are effective for sky-level martial artists, though the effect is relatively small."
What? Even the lower-grade Super Martial Pills are effective for sky-level martial artists?
Doesn't that mean that with a large number of lower-grade Super Martial Pills, one could break through to become a sky-level martial artist?
This news was too shocking. The crowd started discussing loudly, disregarding their statuses and positions.
Wu Yaoguang's eyes gleamed upon hearing this, and he tightly gripped the medicine bottle in his hand before quickly leaving. Even Cheng Baili couldn't maintain his elegant demeanor anymore. He frowned, thought for a moment, and then left.
While Wu Yaoguang and Cheng Baili's reactions varied, Master Yu, who had been watching Ye Yiming and the others bicker out of boredom, felt uneasy after hearing Ye Yiming's words. After a while, he stood up with a grave expression and hurriedly left, not even bothering with Zhang Jiaheng, who was following him.
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Ye Yiming didn't notice this scene. After his final statement, he left the painting boat without looking back and went to a nearby riverside teahouse with Wang Weilong and Li Xiaodong.
Shortly after arriving at the teahouse, before the waiter could serve tea, they saw a hurried figure approaching. As the figure got closer, they realized it was Chen Zhihong, the eldest young master of the Chen family.
"Yo! Isn't this Young Master Chen?" As soon as Chen Zhihong approached, Ye Yiming started teasing him.
"Haha! What a coincidence! Young Master Chen, are you here for tea too?"
Chen Zhihong was momentarily stunned by Ye Yiming's teasing, then smiled bitterly and said, "Little Duke, please don't joke with me. You know why I'm here."
Of course, Ye Yiming knew why Chen Zhihong was there; he had sent someone to inform him. He was just playing a little joke.
Seeing Chen Zhihong's urgency, Ye Yiming stopped teasing and gestured for him to sit down. He then said, "Haha, since that's the case, I'll get straight to the point. I'm willing to sell you an additional top-grade Super Martial Pill. What do you think?"
Although Chen Zhihong had anticipated Ye Yiming's intention, hearing it directly from him still made him overjoyed.
"No problem at all! I'll take it! I'll offer a fair price of 26 million, plus an additional 4 million in gold. I only have 25 million with me now, but I'll send the remaining 5 million to the Duke's mansion immediately after I return. Do you have any objections?"
Holy moly! 30 million upfront! What objections could I have?
Hearing the price Chen Zhihong offered, Ye Yiming nearly drooled. However, remembering his true purpose, he resisted the temptation and said, "Ahem, Young Master Chen, this pill doesn't need to be that expensive. Just 15 million will do."
What? Only 15 million?
Not only was Chen Zhihong stunned, but even Wang Weilong and Li Xiaodong, who had been sipping tea out of boredom, choked on their tea upon hearing Ye Yiming's words. Wang Weilong coughed violently and kept signaling to Ye Yiming.
My cousin! My dear brother! Why are you acting foolish at a critical moment? 15 million in gold! That's 15 million in gold! Why are you turning it down?
Despite Wang Weilong's reminder, Ye Yiming felt the same pain in his heart. But for his greater goal and benefit, he decided to sell the pill for 15 million, no more.
Chen Zhihong was perplexed and asked, "Little Duke, did I hear you correctly?"
"Young Master Chen, you heard correctly. The pill is yours for 15 million."
Having made up his mind, Ye Yiming handed a top-grade Super Martial Pill to Chen Zhihong.
Looking at the pill, Chen Zhihong was still in disbelief, even after holding it.
After Chen Zhihong took the pill, Ye Yiming said, "Young Master Chen, there's a small condition for selling you this pill at such a low price."
A condition?
Chen Zhihong became cautious and said, "A condition? What is it? If it's too difficult, then..."
Although he didn't finish his sentence, everyone understood. If Ye Yiming's condition was too harsh, Chen Zhihong would probably refuse the pill.
Fortunately, Ye Yiming's condition was simple. He smiled and said, "Young Master Chen, don't worry. It's a simple condition. After you use the pill to break through to the earth level, I need you to walk around the city three times a day for three days."
What? That's it? So simple?
Chen Zhihong was filled with astonishment at the simplicity of Ye Yiming's condition.
"Just that?"
"Yes, just that," Ye Yiming said, sipping his tea leisurely.
"Really?"
Chen Zhihong still found it hard to believe.
Chen Zhihong's repeated doubts made Ye Yiming smile bitterly. He put down his teacup and said seriously, "Really, that's all. Though I may be a bit of a playboy, I've never gone back on my word. You can rest assured."
Hearing Ye Yiming's firm assurance, Chen Zhihong felt he might have misjudged him. He handed over the 15 million in gold notes to Ye Yiming and then took out an old, incomplete yellow paper, giving it to Ye Yiming as well. Seeing this, Ye Yiming accepted it immediately.
"Since the Little Duke is so generous, I'll accept the pill. This yellow paper is a recipe for a very peculiar pill."
"A peculiar pill recipe?" Ye Yiming was immediately intrigued and examined the yellow paper.
"Yes, from this recipe, you can barely make out some of the pill's effects. But it's too incomplete to fully understand it. Even Master Yu couldn't identify the pill or its exact effects. I thought since you can make Super Martial Pills, your master must be a great master. Perhaps he might know something about it."
Master? I don't have a master. If I had to say, my master is a system!
Thinking of this, Ye Yiming used a probe technique on the yellow paper.
"System notification: Congratulations, host, you have discovered an incomplete special pill recipe!"
Incomplete Special Pill Recipe: A recipe for a pill with magical effects. Due to its extreme incompleteness, its exact effects are unknown. (Friendly Tip: This recipe can be fully restored by completing a specific system mission.)
A system mission?
Thinking of this, Ye Yiming smiled and put away the yellow paper. He said to Chen Zhihong, "Thank you for this. After taking the pill, remember to do what I said."
Chen Zhihong took the pill happily, nodded, and left without another word.
After Chen Zhihong left, Ye Yiming and the others sat in the teahouse. Ye Yiming was thrilled, thinking about the incredible effects of the Super Martial Pill.
"Hey, Little Duke, don't keep us in suspense. What did Chen Zhihong give you?" Wang Weilong, unable to contain his curiosity, asked Ye Yiming.
Ye Yiming laughed and said, "It's an incomplete pill recipe. Even though it's incomplete, it's still valuable. I plan to ask around to see if anyone can restore it."
Wang Weilong and Li Xiaodong were intrigued but trusted Ye Yiming's judgment.
As they continued their conversation, a mysterious figure watched them from a distance, a cold smile forming on his lips.