The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

25: At the lively auction, the exiled immortal tore off his disguise and turned into a devil.Seeing Hong Lian fall silent, Wang Qing stopped speaking, propped his hands on the railing, and continued to scan the auction in the hall downstairs.

”Everyone, the first auction item is named Chu Yiran, an Ascension from the Lower Realm (Wild Realm), with a cultivation of the Immortal Ascension Stage.”

”The starting price is ten thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals, with no upper limit. The highest bidder wins!”

The charming voice of the palace-dressed beautiful auctioneer echoed through every corner of the first-floor hall of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion.

In an instant.

The Second Generation Immortals in the auction seats were like roosters on steroids, each scrambling to bid!

”Twenty thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals!”

”Thirty thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals!!!”

”Fifty thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals!!!”

”Hmph, a bunch of good-for-nothings. They like beauties from the Mortal Realm but are unwilling to bid. How embarrassing.”

”I, Ma Jun, offer one hundred thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals!”

On the second-floor pavilion, Ma Jun, the son of the Eastern Cold Prime Minister, propped his hands on the railing and shouted disdainfully.

The Second Generation Immortals in the first-floor hall seats couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

”Hahahaha, Ma Jun, just a few days ago you spent ten million Low Grade Immortal Crystals gambling on glazed jade!”

”You still dare to squander the Prime Ministers Residence’s resources tonight? Aren’t you afraid your father will beat you black and blue when you go back?”

The Second Generation Immortal Officials laughed heartily, completely disregarding Ma Jun’s Face.

Ma Jun’s Face on the second-floor corridor alternated between pale and red, and he said angrily, ”Shut up, all of you, shut up!”

”This Young Master offers one hundred thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals, are you still bidding?”

”Qin Sanniang, no one is bidding, why haven’t you brought down the hammer yet?”

The beautiful woman on the circular auction stage, ”Qin Sanniang,” was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile:

”One hundred thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals, going once...”

”Twice...”

”Thrice...”

Qin Sanniang hadn’t finished speaking.

”Two hundred thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals!”

Chu Wuci, who was beside Ma Jun, suddenly spoke at this moment, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He looked at Chu Yiran on the auction stage, who was the Fourth Young Miss of the Tianyuan Clan. To be assessed for the position of Tianyuan Goddess, she had concealed her identity and gone to the Lower Realm for training.

Now, she had been captured and put up for auction by the Eldest Prince of the Eastern Han Immortal Court, which was something he had never expected.

”Hahahaha, even the Prime Ministers Residence’s son-in-law has come to join the fun. How rare.”

The other Second Generation Immortals burst into laughter again, a few tears even streaming from their eyes, showing how ridiculous Chu Wuci seemed to them.

”Brother-in-law, what is the meaning of this? Are you helping me bid for a beauty?”

Ma Jun’s Face was full of joy, disregarding the laughter of others, he called out ”brother-in-law” and gesticulated wildly.

Normally, he would follow other Immortals in calling him a good-for-nothing, which showed how happy he was now.

”Yes and no!” Chu Wuci played coy.

He couldn’t possibly say that his own sister, for the Tianyuan Goddess assessment, had gone to the Lower Realm for training and was captured and put up for auction by the Eldest Prince of Eastern Cold, could he?

That would be utterly humiliating and would also expose that he was also from the Tianyuan Clan.

Moreover, his Young Lord assessment would not be completed for a few more days.

If he exposed his identity at this time and attracted the pursuit of the Primordial Heavenly Court, it would be more harm than good.

”Five hundred thousand Low Grade Immortal Crystals!”

Suddenly, on the third-floor corridor, a young man in a Dragon robe spoke indifferently.

The hall fell silent, and no Second Generation Immortal dared to laugh out loud again.

Because the young man in the Dragon robe was the Third Prince of Eastern Han Immortal Court, and also one of the strong contenders for the Imperial Son position, not someone the Second Generation Immortals in the seats could provoke.