Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 997 - 293: All the Same

After a moment of silence, no one bid.

The middle-aged Ghost Race man sighed, "I know it’s hard for everyone to believe this. Our tribe is selling this Exotic Beast at auction out of necessity.

The cost of raising it has been extremely high. Its mother gave birth to six, five of which died young, leaving only this single survivor.

The overall cost of raising it has exceeded a hundred thousand!

Now, with a starting bid of fifty thousand, we’re just trying to recoup some of the expenses.

Moreover, our tribe’s Secret Technique in Beast Taming has always been unique, and this thing can indeed gather luck; it’s not just empty talk. However, how much luck it can gather is uncertain."

For a moment, some people were indeed intrigued.

The Ghost Race, when doing business, can be a little shady and use some tricks.

But essentially, they don’t lie. If they say something has an effect, it really does—at most, they exaggerate a bit, but they won’t falsely claim something that doesn’t exist.

"Fifty thousand isn’t too expensive; consider it making a friend with the Ghost Race!"

The representative of a family who had previously bid on a Flying Sword and a Heaven-Swallowing Beast, sitting at a round table in the front row, stood up with a chubby face and smiled, "This pup, I’ll take it for fifty thousand."

The man had a chubby and very agreeable face, and it was clear his family background was not weak, so others gave him face—after all, the actual effect of this pup was uncertain, so why not just extend a favor.

For a while, no one else bid against him.

However, just as the chubby man was about to bow in thanks for acquiring the pup...

"Sixty thousand!"

A lazy voice fell from the mountain platform at the back.

Chen Yan was stunned!

He turned to look at Yun Zhao sitting beside him.

The bidder was none other than Eldest Young Master Yun!

That chubby man in the front row heard someone else bidding, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

It wasn’t about the money; it was that he had already stood up and declared he was willing to spend the money to make a friend with the Ghost Race.

Fifty thousand is nothing; it’s just buying a cheap favor.

The other families in the front row had all tacitly agreed.

At this moment, was someone stepping in to snatch it away?

This meant not giving him face!

He turned around to look at the mountain platform at the back, quickly spotting Chen Yan and Yun Zhao.

"Who do we have here! A mere Loose Cultivator dares to compete with our sect for something?" the chubby man sneered.

Yun Zhao smirked, "What, is there a rule that only certain identities can bid in this auction house? If that’s the case, why not just say that whatever the sects and families bid on, others aren’t allowed—may I ask the Ghost Race steward on the stage, is there such a rule here?"

The middle-aged Ghost Race man laughed, "You’re joking, my friend. Our auction only looks at bids, and it’s very fair."

The chubby man’s face immediately turned embarrassed.

He looked somewhat displeased toward the middle-aged Ghost Race man on the stage, thinking that he was clearly bidding to do a favor by buying your unsellable product.

And you don’t even appreciate it, and don’t side with me in your words?

But since the situation was like this, he couldn’t back down—the nature of an auction, if you lose to another sect or family, it’s normal.

But representing his own family sect and being bullied in an auction by a Loose Cultivator?

That would become a laughingstock.

"A hundred thousand!" The chubby man raised his voice coldly, saying, "This Ghost Race friend, our Beijiang Guan Family is determined to make friends with you!"

"Ha! Beijiang Guan Family? Such a big name." Yun Zhao intentionally spoke with a sarcastic tone and coldly laughed, "Listing the Beijiang families, I only know the Liu Family, Ou Family, Suo Family... counting over twenty, I still didn’t come across your Guan Family.

Talking about the Beijiang Guan Family all the time, where do you get such a big face?"

After a pause, Yun Zhao intentionally laughed coldly, "You see, am I right? This gentleman from the Guan Family of Beijiang Tongzhou Wucheng Mansion?"

The chubby man’s face flushed red!

Especially Yun Zhao’s final reference to "Guan Family of Beijiang Tongzhou Wucheng Mansion" immediately seemed like he had been stripped of a layer of skin!

"Wretched boy! How dare you insult my Guan Family!!"

"No, how did I insult you? In Beijiang, I see you Guan Family people only calling yourselves the Wucheng Mansion Guan Family.

How come, you come to the Southern Border and suddenly become the Beijiang Guan Family?

Your Guan Family can’t even rank in the top ten in Beijiang, and you dare to put ’Beijiang’ before your name?"

The chubby man trembled with rage, raising his hand to point at Yun Zhao, "Wretched boy!! Who do you think you are, relying on what influence!! Today you dare insult my Guan Family, you won’t be able to walk out of the City of No Return!"

Yun Zhao slowly stood up, looking down from the mountain platform at the chubby man coldly. He took a deep breath, and under the spell that originally concealed them, the black feather fuzz at his temples suddenly revealed itself fully!

"I, your master, am surnamed Yun! So who are you from the Guan Family, calling me ’wretched boy’?"

Yun!

Upon hearing this, combined with Yun Zhao revealing the black feather fuzz at his temples, the chubby man suddenly shivered, and his previously flushed face turned pale.

He quickly withdrew the hand pointing at Yun Zhao, his face full of embarrassment, surprise, and even fear.

Yet he couldn’t utter a single word.

As if holding his breath for a long time, the chubby man’s facial fat wobbled, and he forced a smile, suddenly bending over with a bow.

"An honored guest from the Yun Family is present, my eyes were blind just now! I offended the distinguished guest!"

He indeed knew how to yield and stand tall, for although he was embarrassed, he could still bow even if his face was somewhat lost.

After bending over, he said loudly, "Since it’s something the esteemed guest wants, our Guan Family doesn’t dare..."

"Forget it, it’s just a mere dog; I’m not really interested. It was just because I found your surname Guan unpleasant, so I teased you."

Yun Zhao waved his hand at the middle-aged Ghost Race man on stage, "I won’t raise the bid for this dog. Didn’t he bid a hundred thousand? Sell it to him!"

The chubby man’s body shook, but he still suppressed his anger, squeezing a smile towards Yun Zhao on the mountain platform, "Thank you, esteemed guest from the Yun Family."

At this moment, everyone in the audience was looking at Yun Zhao, but he didn’t care at all and remained carefree.

The middle-aged Ghost Race man on the stage, however, cupped his fists and bowed towards Yun Zhao, "Our people have been rude. With guests from the Yun Family of Beijiang here, we have neglected you!

Could I invite the esteemed guest to sit at the front? Or... I can arrange a private room for you in the back?"

"No need, I’m just here to browse. You can continue selling your items; don’t mind me."

With that, Yun Zhao leaned back in his seat.

The surrounding cultivators who were originally sitting not far from the two now cast complex looks filled with respect, but no one dared to approach Yun Zhao for a conversation.

The middle-aged Ghost Race man then saluted Yun Zhao again before instructing others to carry the boxes and cages, taking away the dog to the back.

Chen Yan then lowered his voice, "Why the sudden scene? Do you have a grudge against that Guan Family?"

"Does he deserve it? Just a small local sect, whose influence doesn’t even extend beyond a single district.

But my tribe has a business rival, and this Guan Family is just a dog fed by that rival.

Their master is merely on par with my family, and these lackeys of his should kneel and fawn when they see me.

I didn’t bother with him during the previous auction rounds. I just saw him act haughty just now, found it displeasing, and decided to slap his face."

Chen Yan sighed, "I thought you were really going to buy that dog..."

Actually, Chen Yan had wanted to dissuade him—Granny Yu’s warnings were still in his mind, and he had spent not a penny in the whole auction and didn’t want his friend to run into trouble either.

"I don’t have to pay for it." Yun Zhao suddenly chuckled and said casually, "Just watch, after it’s over, that Guan guy will surely come to me begging for an audience. This dog, he will obediently kneel and offer it to me, pleading for me to accept it."

Chen Yan shook his head.

Indeed, the concept of hierarchy, regardless of the world, is always the same!

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