In the hall, Mo Junxie smiled broadly, cupping his hands in greeting to all sides, unable to close his mouth from grinning: "Thank you, thank you. I am deeply grateful for everyone's support of Sheng Bao Hall. This young master is genuinely moved, utterly honored! Now, this young master declares that the auction shall proceed. Everyone may bid freely, hehe, there's no need to stand on ceremony." What kind of person do you think you are? Look at the way you speak, as if you're the head manager of Sheng Bao Hall! The contempt was absolute! Every single person cursed him internally! If glares could kill, Jun Moxie would have been pulverized by a deluge of white eyes right then. If disdain carried physical harm, Jun Moxie would be a mess of open wounds! Finally, the mysterious person who hadn't appeared was dismissed, and another clear voice echoed faintly: "The previous bid for the Fen Jing He by Li Zhen of the Li family was an attempt to disrupt the proceedings and is therefore invalid. We proceed at the originally set price!" So, there really were two people! Jun Moxie smiled inwardly. They must have disagreed on the approach. Yes, the one who spoke later seemed to hold the stronger position. The elder in the purple robe on stage shifted his expression again, then sighed with resignation: "The Fen Jing He. Young Master Tang has already bid three hundred thousand taels of silver, and that bid has been repeated twice. Is there anyone willing to offer more than three hundred thousand taels of silver?" He asked several more times, but received no response. After such an uproar, who would dare challenge the fearless, reckless youth that was Jun Moxie, or Tang Yuan, that super-prodigal son who seemed intent on selling off his father's estate? "Three hundred thousand taels of silver, third and final call! Sold!" With the resounding thud of the gavel, the purple-robed elder felt utterly stifled. In his decades presiding over auctions, this was the most frustrating. Two spendthrifts had caused chaos, allowing an item that could easily fetch a million taels to sell for a mere three hundred thousand! Priced this low, it was practically being given away if they were buying it back... Fatty Tang instantly swung from elation to despair, taking a moment to process what had happened. Finally, the great killer, Jun, with his steady composure, slapped the bewildered man a few times to bring him back to his senses! Across the way, Gu Du Xiaoyi pouted, clearly indignant: "This is outrageous! How did that scoundrel manage to succeed again! Snagging that spiritual herb for such a low price—it’s hateful! Simply detestable!" Despite her harsh words, her two beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, as if she were laughing from the bottom of her heart, showing not a shred of true aversion. Princess Ling Meng shot her a suspicious glance. Seeing Gu Du Xiaoyi suddenly become animated, she pouted and watched Mo Junxie below blatantly playing the rogue. Yet, there was none of the usual disgust in Xiaoyi’s expression; instead, she seemed quite appreciative! What on earth was going on?

Princess Ling Meng was suddenly struck by an unbelievable thought, causing her to gasp: "Xiaoyi, you, you—you haven't taken a liking to that profligate young master, have you?" Hearing this, Gu Du Xiaoyi instantly flushed crimson, wrinkling her delicate nose, sticking out her tongue, and vehemently stammering while beet-red: "No way! How could I possibly fancy that kind of spoiled, wasteful noble? Hmph! This young lady's Sky-Borne Meteorite has certainly grown bold! If I don't teach him a lesson, how can I quell my anger? The moment I find the chance, I’ll properly give him a taste of my methods!" As she spoke, she fiercely knitted her willow-like eyebrows, grinding her teeth in a show of menace. Princess Ling Meng felt a wave of powerlessness wash over her. It was over, over! As Xiaoyi’s close confidante for years, she could clearly see that the current Gu Du Xiaoyi was putting up a brave front while actually being overjoyed, pretending to be ferocious when she was clearly delighted. Her true feelings were obvious to anyone. Recalling how listless and absent-minded Xiaoyi had been before, only to spring to life the moment she heard Jun Moxie’s voice—everything pointed to one inescapable conclusion. But this conclusion was too preposterous, almost a nightmare... Little Sister Xiaoyi! Heavens above..." Before Xiaoyi could maintain her fierce demeanor for long, a giggle escaped her lips, making Princess Ling Meng even more worried. "Xiaoyi, you, you—what am I to say about you? Alas! How can you fall for such a libertine?" Gu Du Xiaoyi let out a happy chuckle, blinking her bright eyes: "Precisely because he's a rake that he needs a proper lesson! He needs to know how formidable this young lady is, hmph, hee-hee..." By the end, she couldn't help but laugh, her eyes shining with anticipation, clearly already dreaming up ways to discipline Jun Moxie; she looked utterly captivated.

Princess Ling Meng grew increasingly uneasy. This matter was too significant. Even if Gu Du Xiaoyi blamed her, she had to notify General Gu Du Wudi immediately. Gu Du Xiaoyi, the only treasured pearl of the Gu Du family and one of the capital’s peerless beauties, involved with that scion of the Jun family??? What kind of union could that be! Calling it a precious flower placed upon cow dung wouldn't even cover it; it was a complete waste of heavenly treasure! Never mind anything else; just from the royal perspective, an alliance between the only grandson of the Jun family’s third generation and the most beloved granddaughter of the Gu Du family was something absolutely undesirable and bound to cause political upheaval! Therefore... No! I must stop this! I absolutely cannot let Xiaoyi be ruined by Jun Moxie! Princess Ling Meng looked at Gu Du Xiaoyi with a complex expression, while Jun Moxie inwardly hardened his resolve. Obtaining the Fen Jing He had been achieved at the cheapest possible cost. Jun Moxie felt a surge of excitement, yet a shiver ran down his spine. Looking back at the powerful auras displayed by these two hidden masters in Wei Bao Hall today, few experts he had encountered matched them. His own strength was currently insufficient to stand against such formidable adversaries, so he might as well maintain his façade as a frivolous clown for a while longer. Next, Young Master Tang smoothly acquired his father's item: a scroll titled Shen Feng Sword Record. Jun Moxie glanced at it once and tossed it away with utter disinterest to Tang Yuan, holding it in infinite contempt. A sword technique full of flashy maneuvers—and he had the audacity to put that up for auction! And it sold for two million taels of silver! However, the next moment, Mo Junxie suddenly trembled, a flicker of astonishment crossing his face! After acquiring the Fen Jing He, Mo Junxie had concentrated his divine sense entirely on the two princes' private boxes. Knowing there were no other occupants besides the six people he saw, he had initially found it odd, but he was now shocked to discover that the six individuals in the two boxes had vanished—quite abruptly and certainly without using the main door! However, Jun Moxie was certain of one thing: these six people had not left Wei Bao Hall. Could it be that those two boxes concealed a secret passage?

And in the next instant, Jun Moxie’s divine sense detected the lingering, frigid energy that had just fled, now mixed into the crowd in the main hall. Following the energy trail, he saw that they had changed their attire and even their appearances. Even if someone looked directly at them now, they would never recognize them as the men who had just slipped into the boxes. The trio who had been causing the commotion gathered in the center, while the other trio positioned themselves on the opposite side, forming a distinct division. Each appeared to be a prosperous gentleman, but the occasional flash of divine light in their eyes alerted Jun Moxie to their underlying tension and craving. The sale must be imminent! But what exactly was in this batch of goods that made these two assassin guilds so eager? Even involving two princes? Jun Moxie took the manifest from Fatty Tang's hand and scanned it item by item among the yet-to-be-auctioned goods. Finally, his gaze settled on the very last item up for bid: thirty strands of sinew from a sixth-rank Mystic Beast, the White Horned Bull! Mystic Bull Sinew! That must be it. Everything else was related to ornaments and luxury items, nothing particularly practical, and assassin guilds never sought such things. What they desired were always items capable of posing a fatal threat to life. Among these items, only the Mystic Bull Sinew fit their requirement! But why would they need so much sinew? There's no reason for the assassins to start killing with whips, is there? Could it be... to craft incredibly strong bows and arrows? Thinking of this, Jun Moxie's heart began to pound.

If bows were crafted from sixth-rank Mystic Bull Sinew, then even a standard arrow could see its power increase by at least double! Of course, while such a bow would possess astonishing might, cultivators below the Ninth Grade would absolutely lack the strength to draw it! Because of this, if applied by a Silver Mystic or even a Gold Mystic level master, this bow would undoubtedly become an absolute killing implement! Even experts at the Jade or Earthly Mystic levels might fall victim if caught off guard! And a coordinated strike from ten or more such bows would likely pose a lethal threat even to Heaven Mystic experts! It seems this must be the case!

Indeed, as soon as the Mystic Bull Sinews were presented, the six men who had shifted into the two princes' camps began to fiercely bid against each other, the competition intensifying dramatically! The price soared rapidly, soon reaching an unprecedented height of five million taels! At this level, they had driven away all other bidders, but even with only the two factions remaining in opposition, neither was willing to yield an inch! After a grueling tug-of-war, the thirty strands of Mystic Bull Sinew ultimately climbed to the staggering price of thirteen million taels, finally being secured by the three assassins aligned with the Second Prince's faction! This was nearly the highest single item price auctioned at Sheng Bao Hall in recent years—a true sky-high price! "Third Young Master, you see? That's just for one strand of sixth-rank Mystic Bull Sinew. If we were talking about thirty sixth-rank Mystic Pills, the price would likely multiply several times over. Third Young Master, you must now understand how important the item my family lost truly is!" Tang Yuan smacked his lips: "It's priceless, absolutely priceless." "Oh," Jun Moxie murmured abstractedly, his scrutinizing gaze following the three figures who vanished into the crowd the moment they obtained the Mystic Bull Sinew. His heart quickened with anxiety. Considering that the opposing side dared to launch a lethal attack against him previously, it was clear they wouldn't hesitate to strike his grandfather either! And now, with this batch of Mystic Bull Sinew, they could forge incredibly powerful bows, capable of posing a fatal threat even to a Heaven Mystic expert like his grandfather. "Let's go," Jun Moxie said, rising to his feet. He was still calculating; if he could track them, or manage to discover where this batch of goods would ultimately end up, that would be ideal.