Chapter Seventy-Three: The Double Heroes of Yin and Evil

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  "Four thousand."

  "Forty-five."

  "Forty-eight thousand!"

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  "Six thousand!"

  It seems that many people are determined to get this Yīn Xiá Sword, and the bidding price quickly rose to six thousand by a ghostly cave's senior disciple. As if that was all his assets, his eyes were slightly red as he scanned the people competing with him for the bid.

  It was as if everything had quieted down for a few breaths.

  As soon as Ding Yuanyan raised her hand and shouted, the atmosphere was reignited. However, the next bidding round was only qualified for those with higher status. Even those who had cultivated for thirty years looked somewhat dull. Thirty years of hard work were not as good as making a fortune in ten years.

  That Ba Li Yun had some intention of competing with Wan Gui Cuo, originally he hadn't made a move. After Ding Xuan spoke up, he started to raise the price sharply.

  Very soon, the price of this Yīn Xiá sword exceeded 10,000. The remaining few houses, seeing that the price had already exceeded their psychological price, and with a strong opponent, hesitated for a moment before withdrawing from the competition. In the end, only Dīng Yuàn Yán and Bǎi Lǐ Yún were left.

  "Twenty thousand."

  Ding Wanyan's eyebrows didn't even wrinkle, and she casually mentioned this price, which was directly seven thousand spiritual coins higher than Bai Lianyun's previous quote.

  As Bai Li's face twitched, the others also looked at Ding Yuanyan with colorful expressions, taking a deep breath. It was really too domineering. That was a whole 20,000 spirit stones! The Yinxia sword, although of good quality, would normally not be worth more than 13,000 spirit stones on the market.

  Lei Dong's heart was also filled with some emotions, compared to Dingshi sister's generous and majestic personality, he himself was quite petty. Last time when he casually praised the green cloud arrow, she immediately offered to give it to him. Now, for buying a top-grade flying artifact for Zuo Chao, she directly quoted a price of 20,000 without batting an eyelid.

  "Ten thousand yuan for Wan Gui's 'Cave of Demons'! Is there anyone who can top that?" Old Gu began the bidding.

  Just as the auctioneer was about to drop the hammer for the third time, Bai Yun suddenly shouted viciously: "You can't lose face even if you lose, 25,000! Ding Yuanyan, do you dare to bid again?" But in her heart, she was thinking that from Ding Yuanyan's expression, there was no difference between 20,000 and 30,000 spirit stones. It would be better to raise the price a bit higher and make her angry. Looking at her appearance, she didn't seem like someone who would admit defeat easily, and since she had extorted so many spirit stones from Lao Zu, she definitely wouldn't lack money.

  "I'm out." Ding Yuanyan smiled lightly and shook her head, "I only have 20,000 spirit stones left. Congratulations, Baili Yun, you win."

  Baili Yun's face turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a fly. He already had the top-grade flying artifact, but this one was worth over 10,000 and he had paid 25,000 for it. No wonder others were puzzled, only because they misjudged that Ding Yuanyan would continue to lower the price.

  Actually, it's not just Baili Yun who misunderstood, even Lei Dong opened his mouth wide and obviously misjudged Shifu's actions. However, this way, he felt more relieved in his heart and couldn't help but laugh: "Ding Shifu, you actually fooled me too! Just now when you were bidding, it was really domineering and unstoppable, anyone would think you still wanted to continue bidding."

  Ding Wanyan also shook her head and laughed, but earlier was not acting. She just wanted to continue calling out. Maybe the price would be more expensive, but high-quality flying artifacts were hard to find anyway, and she didn't want to spend too much time and effort looking for them. However, the whispered secret in her ear by Dongfang Xiang finally changed her mind, and she took advantage of Baili Yun.

  "Is there anyone who can offer a higher price than twenty-five thousand?" After Gu Lao slowly and repeatedly shouted three times, he finally brought down the hammer heavily and glanced at Bai Li Yun's pale face: "Congratulations to you, you have obtained this top-grade flying sword, Yinxia Sword."

  However, something even more depressing was waiting for him. Dongfang Xiang suddenly took out a small black sword surrounded by demonic energy. Her voice was icy cold, but it could make people feel her sincerity: "Ding Shijie, this demon spirit sword is also a high-quality flying device, and it's to make up for the offense earlier. I didn't want you to waste your money when I transmitted my voice to you just now." In between her words, she directly ignored Baili Yun.

  Baili Yun's chest was about to burst with rage, but it turned out that he had misjudged Ding Yuanyan's determination to bid. It was actually Dongfang Xiang who had secretly sabotaged the deal. What made him even more indignant was that Dongfang Xiang didn't just stir up trouble, but also openly gloated about it. Did she really think he was nobody? Even if he wanted to confront her, what could he do? Could he fight Dongfang Xiang to the death? Not to mention Dongfang Xiang, even Ding Yuanyan was not someone he could defeat. After thinking about it, Baili Yun could only redirect his resentment towards Leidong, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at him.

  Lei Dong was stared at by Bai Li Yun's resentful eyes, making him feel uneasy all over, and he silently cursed in his heart. Isn't this Ding Shifu and Dongfang Xiang hitting you in the face? Why are you staring at me instead of them?

  "How can this be?" Ding Yuanyan slowly shook her head and said, "Thank you for your kind intentions, Eastern Sect sister. I was preparing to buy it as a gift for Left Sect brother, so I couldn't possibly take your artifact for free."

  "Ding Shijie, your words are not quite right. I, too, have long admired your elegance and bearing, but unfortunately, my years of cultivating the Xuan Yin Great Method have yielded no small success, and I am unable to leave the house to pay my respects to you. You and I are from the same sect and generation, and people often refer to us together as the 'Yin Gui Double Outstanding Ones'. We should be visiting each other frequently, so what's a mere Mo Ling sword?" Dongfang Xiang spoke clearly and sincerely, but perhaps due to her cultivation of the Xuan Yin Great Method, her voice and demeanor were icy and bone-piercing.

  "This?" Ding Yuanyan also hesitated a little. She and Dongfang Xiang were meeting for the first time, yet she was accepting such an expensive gift.

  "Sister, I see that Dongfang is a straightforward person and sincerely wants to be friends with you." Lei Dong's heart moved slightly, and he began to persuade her: "If we don't accept it, won't we disappoint someone who has good intentions? Moreover, this auction probably won't have two top-grade flying artifacts appearing at the same time. If we miss this opportunity, it will be a waste of time to look for another one."

  "Alright." Ting Yuanyan was also a straightforward woman, and Lei Dong was persuading her. She nodded and said warmly: "Then thank you, Sister Dongfang."

  "Master Ding is being too polite."

  "In my opinion, your cultivation is about the same, so why not just call each other by name or refer to each other as older/younger sister? It's more convenient than everyone calling each other 'Shi Jie' (Martial Sister), which sounds too formal. Besides, aren't the two of you always referred to together as the 'Yin Yang Twin Heroes' outside?" Lei Dong started stirring up trouble again.

  Ding Wanyan looked at him with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression: "Lei Dong, we two girls are talking, what business is it of yours? Why so eager to intervene?"

  Lei Dong chuckled twice, as if a conspiracy had been exposed: "Ah, two senior sisters. Little brother is telling the truth, don't mind." He coughed a few more times and said solemnly: "The two senior sisters are both phoenixes among humans, not only with excellent innate talents and profound cultivation, but also favored by their respective ancestors. They are the proud sons of heaven. As for me, Lei Dong, my talent is ordinary. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, I tremble with fear at every step, afraid of falling into the abyss of no return. Fortunately, Senior Sister Ding often shelters me, allowing me to survive until today. Therefore, I naturally hope that Senior Sisters can become stronger. In this cultivation world, if one doesn't have extremely good luck, it's already difficult for a lone individual to make a living." Lei Dong said, intentionally glancing at the scattered cultivators, and smiled: "Gathering together, uniting as one, supporting each other, is the king's way. Only then can we walk further in this cruel world."

  "Hmph." Ting Yuanyan burst out laughing: "If you want to curry favor with Dongfang, just say so. Why must you speak with such righteousness and severity?"

  "Haha, that's it. I'm just a small fry, can't compare to the grandeur and majesty of the ancestors." Lei Dong smiled wryly, his expression somewhat despondent: "Even more so, can't compare to the two Shifu's extraordinary talent, under the protection and expectation of the entire sect, no one dares to provoke. I'm just struggling to survive in this world, barely holding on."

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  "Urban Insight Eye"