Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 409 409: Obtaining the Battle Flag

This was Feng Yuan's bottom line. He only had five million Low-grade Spirit Stones on hand. If Ye Qingchen raised the price again, Feng Yuan would have no choice but to ask his father for more.

What Feng Yuan didn't realize was that Ye Qingchen also had only five million Low-grade Spirit Stones. Hearing Feng Yuan's bid, Ye Qingchen frowned. If I lose this clue about Qin Yue over a lack of Spirit Stones, I'll never forgive myself.

With this in mind, Ye Qingchen turned to Liu Wan'er beside him and said, "Wan'er, I'll need to use the Spirit Stones from the auction of the Golden Star Lion King's corpse for a moment. I'll return them to you in a couple of days."

Liu Wan'er was taken aback for a moment. "Young Master Ye, you are too kind," she replied. "You were the one who slew the Golden Star Lion King. It's only right that the Spirit Stones from its sale belong to you."

Ye Qingchen nodded and made his bid, "Five million, five hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

After Ye Qingchen's bid, it was Feng Yuan's turn to fall silent.

Ye Qingchen then turned back to Liu Wan'er. "Wan'er, you saved my life, and I promised I would give you the Golden Star Lion King's corpse. Today's circumstances are special. I will remember this favor. Please, don't refuse."

Liu Wan'er nodded silently, wondering what kind of value this set of formation flags held for Ye Qingchen that would drive him to such extremes.

The Golden Star Lion King's corpse just sold for six hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones. After the commission, that's only a little over five hundred thousand. Now I've bid five million five hundred thousand. What will I do if Feng Yuan raises the price again? I suppose I'll have to sell the Spirit Pills I'm holding at a low price. Regardless, I must obtain this set of formation flags.

On the other side, Feng Yuan spoke to his father, Feng Xiao, again. "Father, do you have any more Spirit Stones? I can feel it; that guy has reached his limit. If I just raise the price one more time, he definitely won't be able to keep up."

Feng Xiao, however, shook his head. "Yuan'er, you should understand that the price of the formation flags has already far exceeded their actual value. And from the look of things, he isn't trying to scam you like last time. On the contrary, he seems just as determined to win. You should stop competing."

Feng Yuan gritted his teeth. "So I should just let everyone laugh at me?"

Feng Xiao didn't reply, merely sighing and shaking his head.

Feng Yuan knew his father wouldn't give him any more Spirit Stones, so he reluctantly chose to give up. But in his heart, he was already plotting how to cut Ye Qingchen into a thousand pieces.

Seeing that Feng Yuan had not placed a bid for a long time, the auctioneer didn't dare to bring down the hammer on his own. He asked carefully, "Young Master Feng, will you be making another bid?"

Feng Yuan answered irritably, "It's just a set of worthless Breaking Formation flags. Only a sucker would spend over five million Low-grade Spirit Stones to buy them. This Young Master is no sucker."

Even though he had withdrawn from the competition, Feng Yuan couldn't resist taking one last dig at Ye Qingchen.

Hearing Feng Yuan give up, Ye Qingchen's tense heart finally relaxed. He let out a long sigh of relief, smiling and shaking his head. As long as the formation flags were his, nothing else mattered.

With the final strike of the auctioneer's hammer, the auction officially came to an end.

The audience members felt a dazed sense of unreality. They speculated wildly about Ye Qingchen's identity. Who on earth was this person who could spend over five million Low-grade Spirit Stones in a single stroke? One had to know, that amount of Spirit Stones was enough to support the expenses of an entire low-star Sect.

The successful bidders all proceeded to the First-Rate Pavilion's VIP lounge to collect their items.

Seeing Ye Qingchen in line ahead of him, Feng Yuan's anger flared, and he glared fiercely at him.

The manager of the auction greeted Ye Qingchen with enthusiasm. "Young Master, the formation flags have been placed in a storage ring for you. May I ask when you will be settling the payment?"

Ye Qingchen smiled and shook his head. "I only have five million Low-grade Spirit Stones on me right now. I'll need to wait a moment."

Hearing this, both the manager and Feng Yuan were stunned. Feng Yuan couldn't stop himself from cursing aloud, "You country bumpkin! You dare to bid for treasures when you don't have the Spirit Stones? It seems you weren't just provoking me, but also the rules of the First-Rate Pavilion."

The manager also looked troubled. "Young Master, we have no precedent for this. Please, don't make things difficult for me."

Ye Qingchen just smiled and shook his head. "I have no intention of making things difficult for you. I just auctioned the corpse of a Golden Star Lion King for six hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones, which you haven't paid me for yet. Add that to the five million I have, and even after deducting the service fee, it will be more than enough."

Realization dawned on the manager's face. He turned to Feng Yuan and said, "Young Master Feng, regarding the corpse of the Golden Star Lion King you just won, would you like to settle the payment now?"

Feng Yuan now understood. The Golden Star Lion King corpse he had just paid a fortune for had belonged to Ye Qingchen all along. What was even more infuriating was that the bastard had bid against him, causing him to spend ten times the initial price. Now, not only did he have to hand over Spirit Stones that would go directly to Ye Qingchen, but this whole affair had also cost him the final treasure he had coveted for so long. Ye Qingchen was completely toying with him.

Feng Yuan was truly enraged, but this wasn't the place to let it loose. He could only grind his teeth and snarl, "Fine, fine, fine! You country bumpkin, just you wait!"

After speaking, Feng Yuan tossed a storage ring to the manager and stormed off without a backward glance.

Ye Qingchen settled his payment. After the service fee was deducted, he had forty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones remaining.

However, these things were not what mattered most to Ye Qingchen. After completing the transaction for the formation flags, he pulled the manager aside and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, could I possibly meet the person who sold this set of formation flags? I have some questions I'd like to ask them in person."

The manager shook his head, looking troubled. "Young Master, it's not that I want to refuse you, but we at the First-Rate Pavilion are obligated to protect our clients' confidentiality. I'm afraid I cannot help you with this, please forgive me."

The manager was firm, so Ye Qingchen could only nod helplessly. It seems I'll have to find Xia Chengkai to get any more clues about the Saint Heir.

With that thought, he pulled Liu Wan'er along with him and went to wait by the entrance of the First-Rate Pavilion for Xia Chengkai to appear.

But to Ye Qingchen's surprise, he didn't find Xia Chengkai. Instead, he found Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan had been waiting at the entrance for Ye Qingchen for quite some time. Given the connections between the City Lord's Mansion and the First-Rate Pavilion, he couldn't make a move on Ye Qingchen inside.

Outside, however, was a different story. Seeing Ye Qingchen emerge, Feng Yuan let out a cold laugh. "Boy, hand over the formation flags, and I'll let you choose a comfortable way to die! Otherwise, hmph! This Young Master has a hundred ways to toy with you until you're dead!"