Chapter 392: Chapter 392

Donghe Sect indeed bid again, and this time, they directly raised the price to an astonishing fifty billion.

The crowd at the venue gasped in surprise.

Donghe Sect was truly wealthy. Although Ancient Martial Sects were generally not short of money, those who could produce fifty billion were rare.

"Can't afford it, give up," Ding Fan said bluntly at this moment.

Can't afford it? Give up?!

Although Ding Fan's voice was modified by magic, the people present could still tell that Ding Fan was clearly strategizing against Donghe Sect.

If Ding Fan hadn't intervened halfway, Donghe Sect would have acquired the Refining God Pill for forty billion, but now, they had spent an extra ten billion.

That was ten billion! Money didn't just blow in with the wind. Having ten billion dug out just like that, how could they not feel the pain?

"Kid, today's matter, our Donghe Sect will certainly not let it slide..." Someone from Donghe Sect spoke up.

Ding Fan, however, was totally unconcerned.

Donghe Sect, putting on airs of superiority, a Sect of dubious reputation, Ding Fan had always disliked.

Besides, Ding Fan had already offended Donghe Sect when competing for the Primordial Chaos Pill; since the feud was already established, what was it to scheme against them once more?

At this moment on the auction stage, Wu Die conducted the final inquiry. Fifty billion had already surpassed many people's limits. Moreover, despite being a Sixth Grade Pill, this price was excessively inflated, making it unacceptable for many.

Finally, Wu Die hammered the wooden mallet down, and the Refining God Pill was directly purchased by Donghe Sect.

Yet, Donghe Sect felt no joy in acquiring the ultimate treasure; being undercut by ten billion, how could they possibly be happy?

Ding Fan could feel the continuous waves of Mental Power sweeping over from Donghe Sect. Clearly, they were plotting how to deal with him.

Ding Fan had long used his Divine Sense to scout out Donghe Sect's situation. Although there were many from Donghe Sect, only two posed a concern to Ding Fan, one Earth Level Fourth Grade, and one Earth Level Sixth Grade. The rest were all juniors of Human Level.

With Cheng Bufan by his side, if the two sides were to clash, Ding Fan also had a great chance of victory, so he was not afraid at all.

As the auction drew to its close, it was time for the curtains to fall. Wu Die made a brief closing speech on the stage, expressing nothing more than thanks for everyone's support and other such remarks.

"...until we meet again in three years!"

After Wu Die's final words, the rousing music started up again, and Wu Die gracefully waved goodbye to the audience from the stage.

Amidst a round of vigorous applause, the Longxi auction came to a complete end.

After the auction, Ding Fan went to the entrance to meet up with Cheng Bufan and Qi Luomei. With the auction over, Cheng Bufan suggested finding an inn to properly indulge in a drink.

This auction had been quite fruitful for Cheng Bufan too; he had acquired an Artifact of Attack. Qi Luomei, on the other hand, had obtained a Defensive Artifact.

Ding Fan had no objections. Longxi's boiled fish was famous, and among them, Feng County was considered the best. Having been in Longxi for so long, constantly busy with the auction, they now finally had some free time, naturally, it was time to go to Feng County and try it.

Just as Ding Fan was about to leave, a melodious voice came from behind him.

Before Ding Fan even turned around, he had already smelled a light orchid fragrance. Without needing to see who it was, he had already guessed the visitor.

"Miss Fang Ruo, is there something you need?" Ding Fan turned around and spoke to the girl opposite him.

Today, Fang Ruo still dressed modestly, her expression somewhat cold. "Here's eight million! My master told me to give it to you."

Fang Ruo said, directly handing a bank card to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan was startled, but soon he understood, he had given the Comforting Grass to Jing Yi, and Jing Yi did not want to owe him any favors.

Seeing that Ding Fan did not immediately take the card, she continued, "You spent one billion on that Comforting Grass. Although this is only eight million, don't worry, we will gather the rest and give it to you together."

Ding Fan did not hesitate and immediately accepted the card.

Ding Fan understood that Jing Yi didn't want to owe him favors because she feared that he would continue to pester Zhou Ruoran. If he insisted on rejecting the money, Jing Yi probably wouldn't settle the matter, so he might as well just accept it.

"Miss Fang Ruo, it's really quite a coincidence to see you here," Just then, Nalan Xiong approached from one side.

At this moment, Nalan Xiong was followed by seven or eight people, and their approach seemed rather menacing.

Fang Ruo glanced at Nalan Xiong, then without speaking, she directly ignored him and looked at Ding Fan instead.

"Remember what you and my master said, never see my younger apprenticeship sister again..."

"Miss Fang Ruo, does this man pose any threat to your sect? I wouldn't mind helping Miss Fang Ruo get even!" Nalan Xiong said with a smile.

The fact that Nalan Xiong liked Fang Ruo had been buzzing recently. One was the first on the Stele of Names, and the other was third, so these two had always been the center of attention.

However, Fang Ruo had always been cold to Nalan Xiong, showing no hint of affection. Nalan Xiong was thinking about how to impress her, and now, he saw his chance.

Beauties love heroes, and perhaps by handling Ding Fan in front of Fang Ruo, she might fall for his heroic image.

Fang Ruo frowned. "I don't need you to meddle in my affairs!"

Although Fang Ruo didn't like Ding Fan, after all, Ding Fan had once rescued her from the hands of an elder of White Lotus Sect. How could she possibly let someone teach Ding Fan a lesson?

But Nalan Xiong didn't care about her words at all, he turned to Ding Fan. "Kid, sever your own hands, then kneel down and apologize to Miss Fang Ruo. Then, I might spare your life!"

In Nalan Xiong's view, there was no fluctuation of inner strength on Ding Fan, and the people around him only had two beautiful women with some cultivation, both at the human level. Cheng Bufan also had a magic artifact that concealed cultivation. So he couldn't tell.

To Nalan Xiong, Ding Fan was merely a rich brat showing off with a few beautiful bodyguards.

Ding Fan coldly glanced at Nalan Xiong. Nalan Xiong's cultivation was at Earth Level Fifth Grade. Being only in his mid-twenties and already at the top of the Stele of Names, he could indeed be considered a stunning genius.

However, the sense of superiority exuding from Nalan Xiong irritated Ding Fan greatly, showing the demeanor of one who believed he controlled everyone's fate, so arrogant at just Earth Level Fifth Grade. If he reached the peak of Earth Level, wouldn't he think he was the creator?

"Scram!" Ding Fan didn't want to waste words with Nalan Xiong, a direct and succinct expletive.

A flicker of vicious light passed through Nalan Xiong's eyes. "Kid, it seems I need to show you my power, as you truly don't know who I am!"

Nalan Xiong waved his hand behind him. "Go teach this kid a lesson so he learns how to behave."

As soon as Nalan Xiong had spoken, two subordinates immediately dashed out.

Both subordinates were martial artists of Human Level Grade Seven and Eight. Without saying a word, they charged directly at Ding Fan.

Nalan Xiong's lips curled slightly, proud that his mere words could cripple Ding Fan, flaunting his might. Surely, Fang Ruo would be smitten by him now!

However, before Nalan Xiong's reverie could proceed further, two dull thuds sounded.

When Nalan Xiong looked, his two subordinates were shot flying at the same time.

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Nalan Xiong's face soured.

His subordinates were not highly skilled, at Human Level Grade Seven and Eight, but there was no reason for them to be shot flying simultaneously.

What infuriated Nalan Xiong more was that he intended to show off in front of Fang Ruo, but instead of hitting their target, his men were kicked away.

This was nothing short of a slap in the face, especially in front of a beautiful woman!

"Kid... it seems I underestimated you. Let me personally teach you a lesson!" Nalan Xiong flexed his wrists and then looked at Fang Ruo. "Miss Fang Ruo, today I will thoroughly discipline this blind fool for you!"

"Stop!" Just then, an icy voice came from the side.

The voice was from nearby, and although the person was not yet seen, a domineering aura had already arrived.

Nalan Xiong felt that power and shivered unconsciously, quickly turning his head to look.

An elderly man wearing a metallic mask, accompanied by seven or eight people, was walking over.

The metallic masked man appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, exuding a strong aura, bulky, with the word 'Donghe' engraved on his metallic mask.

Seeing the word 'Donghe' on the mask, Nalan Xiong was startled, quickly curbing his arrogance and greeted the newcomers respectfully.

"I, Nalan Xiong, pay respects to the elders of Donghe Sect!"

Watching Nalan Xiong's respectful face, Ding Fan almost thought that in his time studying Ancient Martial Arts, Nalan Xiong must have also learned how to perform as an actor.

Just before, he was all menacing, and in a blink of an eye, he had turned extremely respectful.

"This person has offended our Donghe Sect, all irrelevant ones, clear out; we do not wish to harm the innocent!" The elder in the mask spoke in a cold tone, not a bit amiable despite Nalan Xiong's respect.

Nalan Xiong had not expected such arrogance, but remembering how the recently rampant Qi Yuanzheng had been handled by Donghe Sect, he dared not say anything more and carefully retreated.