Chapter 27: Yuejin Secret Realm — Perhaps he should make a trip to the Ji family… part 1
Xiao Jianming stood up abruptly, wanting to tear open the flower curtain to see clearly if the person upstairs was the one from his memories. But he saw the handsome youth walk slowly out of the bamboo curtain. Amidst the flickering candlelight, his eyes were cold and watery, and his voice was even colder:
“Is there anyone bidding?”
Raven brows and snowy eyes, white hair like a waterfall. The red lotus blooming on his forehead was like fire, with a slender red trace dragging from the base of the lotus, resembling a drop of bloody tear falling between his brows. His features had shed some of their youthfulness compared to back then, becoming even more magnificent and beautiful.
Xiao Jianming’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. He clearly saw that face which haunted his dreams; it had shed the immaturity of the past, peerlessly snowy and even more beautiful.
However, the coldness in the youth’s eyes was strangely unfamiliar, and the aura of evil delusion around him was faint and thin, not intense like it was back then—
When they first met, Brother Buhuan was just like him, hiding the deepest hatred in the world within his heart.
An involuntary chill rose in his heart, and he slumped back into his seat.
Su Huan relished memorizing all the knowledge firmly into his sea of consciousness before reluctantly breaking away from his meditative state. Suddenly meeting Xiao Jianming’s dazed expression, he couldn’t help but shiver.
Eh, what a strange expression.
It looked as if his first love had died. Uncertain, he looked again.
Hmm, it looks even more like that.
At the same time, discussions from the hall reached his ears. The cultivators, oppressed repeatedly by the noble families, felt even a clay figurine would develop a fiery temper:
“Ha, with Ji Buhuan shouting like that, who dares to bid again?”
“If not for the fact that the City Lord of Jile City is also a loose immortal with a background, the heavenly treasures these noble families had their eyes on would have been snatched away long ago. Why bother coming here to bid against us lower-class people!”
“Exactly, exactly… this is too bullying.”
…
Ji Buhuan was clearly not deaf. Leaning his right hand on the railing, he lowered his eyes and hooked his lips lightly: “If anyone present bids higher, I will naturally yield.”
Everyone’s faces instantly turned aggrieved and ugly. That was ten million spirit stones!
One would have to hollow out an entire small spirit vein to scrape that together. Aside from the four great clans with deep foundations in spirit veins, who could produce an entire spirit vein’s worth?
Even if they could, who would be willing to hollow out an entire spirit vein for a single heavenly treasure?
The resources of a small spirit vein, if properly mined and nurtured, could continuously produce spirit stone resources, allowing a small family to grow into a medium-sized power.
Su Huan clicked his tongue, the little person in his heart nodding in agreement. He lamented that the line in the original novel, “Seven Continents, Four Seas, a Hundred Clans; once entering the Immortal Gate, golden bones wither,” referred exactly to this kind of clan oppression.
No matter where, when noble clans held power, the common people suffered.
As more and more discussions fell into his ears, Su Huan couldn’t help but look up at the Black Lotus, then at the white-haired youth.
He thought to himself, No wonder his face is so strange; he saw his life savior.
In the original novel, the Black Lotus was locked in a dungeon by that Changqing Sect elder for over a year. It wasn’t until a youth accidentally trespassed into the apricot forest in the back mountain during a banquet held by the Changqing Sect, and stumbled upon breaking the maze array in the forest, that the dirty trade of the Changqing Sect selling cultivation vessels (furnaces) was exposed, allowing the boys and girls in the black prison to see the light of day again.
And the youth who saved everyone from the black prison was precisely the young Ji Buhuan.
The Black Lotus was hypocritical, vicious, and cold-blooded all his life, but he etched this kindness into his heart. Rarely giving birth to a shred of goodness, he treated Ji Buhuan with bottomless favor. However, Ji Buhuan chose to obey his family’s orders and turned around to stab the Black Lotus in the back, causing him to nearly die at the hands of the hundred immortal clans. Eventually, he completely blackened and slaughtered the noble clans into pieces.
Now that the Black Lotus had seen the ugly side of his savior using power to oppress others ahead of time, who knew what he was thinking.
While Su Huan was lamenting inwardly, Xiao Jianming noticed his darting eyes. Seeing Su Huan looking at the white-haired youth leaning on the railing on the top floor with eyes completely devoid of unfamiliarity, his black eyes suddenly darkened. He asked, “You know him?”
Su Huan was stunned. He searched the original host’s memories, confirmed he had never met the other party, and was just about to shake his head to deny it when the information suddenly popped into his mind that the original host’s Su family was exactly the maternal family of Ji Buhuan’s biological mother. He finally nodded hesitantly, “…Sort of?”
A relative he had never met but was connected to… should count as knowing, right?
Thinking of this, Su Huan smiled sheepishly with sweat. If not for the original host’s memories, he never would have guessed that the original host, a cannon fodder villain, actually had this layer of relationship with a major villain.
Have to say, big and small villains really were one big family.
However, ever since Madam Su had an episode of madness, placed a soul curse on her son Ji Buhuan, and then committed suicide, the two families had ceased contact.
Xiao Jianming’s eyes changed instantly. “What is your relationship with him?”
Su Huan thought for a moment. “His mother was my father’s cousin. He counts as my cousin, but we haven’t had any contact.”
Xiao Jianming suddenly fell silent, asking in a low voice, “…Then do you know if he has a twin brother who looks extremely similar?”
Su Huan shook his head in confusion. “He is the only son of the Ji family head.”
Xiao Jianming asked no more. He turned his head to stare motionlessly at Ji Buhuan, the expression on his face unreadable.
He had been to the Soul Guiding Hall of the Xuanji Sect. Among millions of soul lamps, he couldn’t find one named “Buhuan”…
Perhaps he should make a trip to the Ji family.
At this moment, Green Wu’s voice came from outside the curtain:
“Ten million spirit stones, going once. Does any guest want to raise the price?”
Xiao Jianming suddenly came back to his senses. The urgent matter was to get back his mother’s legacy horn first.
Back then, his mother had cut out the entire Lingxi clan territory, hid it in the divine artifact Zhutian Yu (Heavens Jade), and sent it away from the Wuwang Sea with him, causing the demons of that year to return empty-handed. He had plenty of spirit veins in the Wuwang Sea, especially in the clan’s hinterland.
Tens of millions of spirit stones were but a drop in the ocean to him.
So he spoke: “Fifteen million spirit stones.”
“Fifteen million.”
Two voices collided, coincidentally shouting the same price.
The boiling auction venue instantly went quiet.
Su Huan heard the Black Lotus suddenly speak, and a second later, his eyes widened in shock at the price coming from his mouth. Another plot point from the original novel suddenly popped into his brain—the Black Lotus was an invisible mega-mega-mega rich second generation, even richer than the Nangong family.
He immediately burst into tears inside. Boohoo… so I’m the only real poor person…
As for the owner of the other voice, Su Huan looked up at the room draped with red plum blossoms on the top floor. Thinking that this future friend was also a tycoon, his heart felt even more desolate, and the little person in his heart couldn’t help flipping the table.
Ahhh! Can this Yuejin Secret Realm open two days earlier? I can’t wait to get rich overnight! I want to get rich!
Here, Ji Buhuan looked up at the Red Plum box, snorted coldly, and actually turned and left.
A burst of laughter erupted from the Golden Chrysanthemum box. Yue Changming shouted, “Surnamed Ji, you have this day too!”
Behind the red plum flower curtain, Nangong Yi spoke up to ask, “May I ask what Fellow Daoist intends to use this Spirit Horn for?”
Xiao Jianming watched Ji Buhuan’s disappearing figure quietly, suppressing the urge to chase after him. Hearing this, he frowned and replied, “None of your business.”
Before his voice fell, a huge uproar swept through the entire auction house. To dare be so rude to the Young Lord of the head of the noble families—what an arrogant brat!
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