The VIP boxes in the auction house were filled with wealthy individuals who knew that practical potions like healing potions, with a fusion rate of one hundred percent, could even surpass the effects of potions one grade higher!
On the market, a Fifth-Grade Healing Potion with a fifty percent fusion rate was priced around twenty million. A Fourth-Grade potion of the same quality was only about five million.
"The price is skyrocketing!" Ye Sang and Ye Wan Jun were both stunned.
High-grade potions were indeed only affordable for the wealthy.
From the start, it was the people in the VIP boxes who were bidding. Of course, Song Qingcheng was also bidding, but she couldn’t compete with the big spenders in the other boxes.
It wasn’t just for the potion’s effects—most of them wanted to see if it truly had a one hundred percent fusion rate, as Elder Qiu had claimed.
In the end, the first potion was sold for thirty-two million to a guest in VIP Box Number Two.
"The second potion, a Fourth-Grade Advancement Potion with a one hundred percent fusion rate. Starting bid, twenty million. Each bid increase is unlimited. Let the bidding begin!" As soon as Elder Qiu finished speaking, the price soared again.
Advancement potions were far more valuable than healing potions, and each time one was consumed, it was a gamble.
A higher fusion rate meant a higher chance of successful advancement, while potions with only a fifty percent fusion rate often led to failure, resulting in more expenses.
Therefore, obtaining an advancement potion with a one hundred percent fusion rate meant there was no need to worry about failure—it was a sure thing!
In a short time, the price had risen to sixty million.
"Ah Huan, are the potions you brew also high in fusion rate? Black Lotus is your senior sister, right? You’re from the same school," Ye Sang suddenly asked. When Nan Gong Huan had brewed the heart-nourishing potion earlier, she hadn’t paid attention to its grade before giving it to Ye Wan Jun.
Since they were from the same school, it stood to reason that she wouldn’t be far behind.
"I’m still a bit behind my senior sister," Nan Gong Huan said modestly.
In the end, the eight potions sold for nearly three hundred million spirit herbs in total. Song Qingcheng also spent ten million to buy a Third-Grade Spirit Restoration Potion.
After deducting the cost of the items the three of them had bid on earlier, they were left with about one hundred and seventy million spirit herbs.
"The amount of money Ah Huan has is something I could never dream of earning," Ye Wan Jun exclaimed in awe. Potion masters were indeed a lucrative profession!
"Don’t underestimate yourself. I can dream of trillions," Nan Gong Huan joked, and the three of them burst into laughter.
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The auction ended, and the three of them prepared to return to Jianglou City.
However, as they walked out of the auction house, Song Qingcheng’s mocking voice reached them.
"Look at this, three country bumpkins. This is what real power looks like!"
Nan Gong Huan and the others turned to see Song Qingcheng holding the Third-Grade Spirit Restoration Potion she had bought, flaunting it at them.
If it had been before, Ye Sang would have had to admit that the third princess indeed had wealth. But today was different—those potions had been put up for auction by Ah Huan!
Now, looking at Song Qingcheng, she seemed nothing more than a clown.
"Then please hold onto your power tightly, Your Highness. Don’t let it slip and break," Nan Gong Huan narrowed her eyes, and a strange gust of wind blew in.
If the third princess hadn’t shown up, Nan Gong Huan wouldn’t have bothered with her. But since she insisted on making her presence known, she shouldn’t blame her for not holding back!
Even if it breaks, I won’t let you have it!
Before Song Qingcheng could react, the gust of wind blew fiercely at her hand. Caught off guard, she lost her grip, and the potion fell!
Her eyes widened in panic, her heart racing, but her body couldn’t keep up with her thoughts.
Just as the potion was about to hit the ground, a maid behind her moved swiftly, kneeling on one knee to catch it and return it to Song Qingcheng’s hand.
Nan Gong Huan glanced at the maid. Fifth Spirit Stage... not bad.
The maid also looked at her, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Well done, A Shuang!" Song Qingcheng praised the maid, clutching the potion tightly, afraid it might fall again.
"See? This potion won’t break even if it tries!" Song Qingcheng said arrogantly, her smug face extremely punchable.
"Your Highness is indeed fortunate. We can’t compare. If you have nothing else, we’ll take our leave," Nan Gong Huan said, not wanting to clash with the Fifth Spirit Stage maid. It would be too much trouble for no gain.
Of course, Song Qingcheng wouldn’t let them off so easily. She said in a pretentious tone, "In a few days, I’ll invite the Black Lotus Potion Master to my palace. If you butter me up now, you might even get to meet her."
Tomorrow, the Black Lotus Potion Master would be in Jianglou City. She could check on the Gu worms while extending the invitation. With her status as the third princess, she was sure the Black Lotus Potion Master would honor her with a visit!
Nan Gong Huan smiled. There was no way she would go.
Ye Sang and Ye Wan Jun also couldn’t help but stifle their laughter, their expressions looking quite strange. Black Lotus was Ah Huan’s senior sister. With just a word from Ah Huan, the third princess would never succeed in her invitation!
But they were more than happy to see the third princess humiliate herself.
"Then we’ll wait until Your Highness succeeds in her invitation," Ye Sang said, suppressing her laughter.
"Hmph, just wait and see!" Song Qingcheng was full of confidence, determined to succeed in her invitation tomorrow.
She strode out of the auction house, deliberately bumping into Ye Sang as she passed.
Ye Sang took half a step back but was otherwise unharmed.
"She’s too arrogant. Ah Huan, you should tell your senior sister not to let her succeed!" Ye Wan Jun said indignantly.
"Of course, my senior sister won’t go," Nan Gong Huan nodded, and the three of them left together.
...
The next day at noon.
The news that the Black Lotus Potion Master would be helping everyone remove the Gu worms had spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jianglou City.
Today was the day Nan Gong Qian’er hid at home, not daring to show her face. If she appeared, she would undoubtedly be identified as the culprit.
The disciples who had been infected with Gu worms during the disciple trials lined up one after another.
At this moment, Nan Gong Huan, wearing a long veil and a bamboo hat to conceal her face, sat in the side hall of the certification association.
The first person to enter was none other than Wei Yugong.
Nan Gong Huan couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. It seemed that his relationship with Nan Gong Qian’er wasn’t as unbreakable as they claimed—distrust had already crept in.
He sat down, lowering his posture, and said respectfully, "Black Lotus Master, actually... I’m not sure if I have a Gu worm in me, but I feel like I do..."
"One hundred spirit herbs. Place your hand on the table," Nan Gong Huan deliberately lowered her voice.
Wei Yugong quickly took out a storage bag and placed it to the side, then laid his hand flat on the table.