My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Su Qingyuan's face grew increasingly hot. "Wang Hao, watch your mouth!"

"What, did I say something wrong?" Wang Hao sneered, deliberately raising his voice.

"Everyone, come and see! The eldest daughter of the Su family has brought this country bumpkin who's always eating candy to such a high-class place. It's hilarious!"

Wang Hao is making such a racket.

Many people around looked over, pointing and whispering, and snickering.

Su Qingyuan was so angry that her face turned pale. Just as she was about to stand up and argue, a large hand pressed down on her shoulder.

Ye Xunhuan slowly finished the last bite of the sausage, casually tossed the skewer into the nearby trash can, wiped his mouth, and looked up at Wang Hao.

"Who are you calling a country bumpkin or a pretty boy?"

His tone was light and airy, and he even had a smile on his face, but his eyes were like a venomous snake's forked tongue.

Wang Hao felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, but relying on his family's influence and the fact that he was on his own turf, he braced himself and coldly snorted:

"I'm talking to you! What's wrong, you got a problem with that?"

"I'm impressed, I'm totally impressed." Ye Xunhuan nodded, then suddenly smiled.

"With your slicked-back hair and powdered face, it's a real shame you're not a gigolo."

"Oh right, I know a big shot who owns a club, what's his name again, something like 'Tian'..."

"Yes, yes, he has a nickname 'Clay Ball,' how about I introduce you to him as a 'young master'? You can earn tens of thousands a month!"

"You little brat, you're asking for it!" Wang Hao roared in fury, slamming his fist on the table and trying to stand up. "Guards! Where's security?! Throw this kid out!"

He called out twice, but the security guards didn't come. Instead, Ye Xunhuan flicked his finger, sending out a sword of energy that struck Wang Hao's knee precisely.

With a "plop".

Wang Hao had only stood halfway up when his legs gave way and he fell flat on his knees, his face hitting the back of the chair in front of him, causing his nose to bleed.

"Ouch!" Wang Hao cried out in pain, clutching his nose and looking up with a venomous expression. "You dared to scheme against me!"

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Ye Xunhuan, with a freshly opened lollipop in his mouth, leaned back in his chair, looking nonchalant.

"You're the one who insisted on giving me such a grand gesture; I can't accept it."

"you--!"

Wang Hao was so angry that he was trembling all over. He tried to stand up, but his legs were so numb that they felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move them at all.

The woman beside him screamed in fright and frantically tried to help him up, but the more she tried, the more chaotic it became, and she ended up pressing Wang Hao down even harder.

The crowd roared with laughter. Wang Hao's face turned as red as a pig's liver. He was furious and resentful, but he couldn't stand up. He could only glare fiercely at Ye Xunhuan, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Su Qingyuan covered her mouth, almost bursting out laughing, and all her anger dissipated.

This guy is truly sarcastic, but also truly satisfying.

The next few items were either antiques or jewelry, and Ye Xunhuan yawned repeatedly as he looked at them, almost falling asleep in his chair.

Then the auctioneer brought out a small jade bottle and announced loudly, "Next item: a secret antidote from the Hidden Pavilion, capable of curing 90% of the most potent poisons on the market. Starting bid: one million!"

These words sparked interest among many people.

In the world of martial arts, everyone offends someone sometimes. Having an antidote on hand is like having an extra life.

Wang Hao had just stopped his nosebleed and was seething with anger when he heard about the antidote pill. He immediately raised his sign: "One million five hundred thousand!"

After shouting, he deliberately turned around and gave Ye Xunhuan a provocative look.

Ye Xunhuan was initially uninterested, but seeing his demeanor, he suddenly became intrigued.

He nudged Su Qingyuan: "What does that pill taste like?"

Su Qingyuan shook her head: "I don't know. The antidote pills from Youge are quite famous, but..."

"Just being famous is enough." Ye Xunhuan grinned and raised his hand. "Two million."

Wang Hao immediately chimed in, "Two and a half million!"

"Three million." Ye Xunhuan said casually, as if he were buying groceries.

"Three and a half million!" Wang Hao gritted his teeth; he was determined to go head-to-head with this kid today!

"Five million." Ye Xunhuan added one and a half million without even blinking.

Wang Hao paused for a moment, then hesitated.

However, when he saw Ye Xunhuan's smug look, his anger flared up instantly.

He even shouted uncontrollably, "Five million five hundred thousand!"

This antidote pill is effective, but at over five million, it's too expensive and exceeds its value.

He stared at Ye Xunhuan, wondering to himself: Is this kid deliberately trying to rip him off by raising the price?

When Ye Xunhuan raised the price again, he stopped bidding.

They tricked Ye Xunhuan badly, sending this country bumpkin's underwear to his grandmother's house.

Just then, Ye Xunhuan stretched and said casually, "Five and a half million, right? Fine, if you want it, I'll give it to you."

Wang Hao: "???"

He was about to yell, "You've tricked me!" when the auctioneer slammed the gavel down: "Five and a half million! Sold! Congratulations, Young Master Wang, on winning the 'Antidote Pill'!"

"puff--"

Some people around couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wang Hao's face turned green. Five million for an antidote pill? He was losing money hand over fist!

He turned around abruptly, staring fiercely at Ye Xunhuan, his eyes filled with rage.

Ye Xunhuan winked at him and smiled innocently: "Young Master Wang is so magnanimous, I admire you."

Su Qingyuan was trying so hard not to laugh that her shoulders were shaking. She secretly pinched Ye Xunhuan and said, "Xunhuan, you're so naughty."

"So-so, third in the world." Ye Xunhuan said, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, looking completely harmless.

Just then, the auctioneer on stage suddenly raised his voice, his tone excited: "Ladies and gentlemen! Next up is the grand finale of this auction—'Millennium Ice Lotus'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Two hostesses in cheongsams pushed a crystal platform onto the stage. In the center of the platform was a jade box. When the box was opened, a pure white lotus flower lay quietly inside. The petals were crystal clear and emitted a faint chill, which could be felt from a distance.

The "Millennium Ice Lotus" grows at the extreme cold of the mountain peaks, absorbing the essence of a thousand years of sun and moon. It can cure all poisons, revive the dead, and heal the wounded. It is a rare and precious treasure of the world!

The auctioneer, spitting as he spoke, announced, "Starting price: five million! Minimum bid increment: one million!"

The moment the words were spoken, the auction hall erupted in excitement.

"Six million!"

"Seven million!"

"Eight million!"

Bidding was in full swing, and the price soared, reaching 15 million in the blink of an eye.

Wang Hao covered his nose, turned around and glared fiercely at Ye Xunhuan, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "Twenty million!"

He refused to believe that this poor kid could take it from him.

Everyone was taken aback by the price and turned to look at Wang Hao.

Wang Hao raised his chin smugly and looked at Ye Xunhuan provocatively.

Su Qingyuan frowned, and was about to raise her sign when Ye Xunhuan stopped her hand.

"What's the rush? Let him jump around for a while." Ye Xunhuan, with a candy in his mouth, casually looked at Binglian on the stage, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The quality is good; just enough to detoxify Old Master Su.

When the price reached twenty-five million and no one raised it further, the auctioneer raised his gavel: "Twenty-five million once! Twenty-five million twice..."

Thirty million.

Ye Xunhuan spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire hall.

Everyone froze, turning around to look at the young man in the back row wearing a hoodie and sucking on a lollipop.

Wang Hao's face darkened: "Thirty-five million!"

"Forty million." Ye Xunhuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Fifty million!" Wang Hao shouted through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his forehead.

This is the limit he can offer.

Ye Xunhuan chuckled, about to raise the price, when suddenly—

"One hundred million."

A deep, mocking voice slowly drifted from the VIP box on the top floor, carrying a cold laugh, echoing throughout the auction hall through the sound system.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked up sharply at the closed private room on the top floor, and they all gasped.

Going straight from 50 million to 100 million?! Are you crazy?!

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow and looked towards the private room.

The voice, filled with undisguised killing intent and mockery, slowly added:

"Young Master Ye wants this?"

"It depends on whether you're alive to take it with you."