The crowd dispersed, and Ding Bu'er sighed beside Mo Wuji, "Alas, I finally understand why Miss wanted us to help find the Double Leaf Flame Grass. She must be planning to give it to some immortal master. Wuji, it would have been good if you had left one behind. Maybe when we get to Changluo, you could have gotten a job as a handyman disciple."

Mo Wuji chuckled and said softly, "I actually did leave one, but the value of the Double Leaf Flame Grass is nowhere near as high as the Bright Eye Fruit. If just any low-level spiritual herb could get you a job as a handyman disciple, there would be too many handyman disciples."

Ding Bu'er nodded, "That's true."

"I bid twenty gold coins for number seventeen."

"Number seventeen, I bid twenty-three gold coins."

……

A clamorous sound came, and Mo Wuji looked over in confusion, subconsciously asking, "Is there another auction going on over there? What are they auctioning?"

Ding Bu'er said, "That's where they sell female slaves. I've been to see it. To be honest, those female slaves are all beautiful, and they're all virgins. Some merchants specially bring them here to sell to those geniuses participating in the Yuexian Gate Assembly."

Mo Wuji asked in confusion, "Isn't it said that each genius participating in the Yuexian Gate Assembly can only bring four servants? If they sell female slaves, can they bring them on the ship?"

"You don't understand. They won't be leaving here for several days. Those rich young masters come to participate in the Yuexian Gate Assembly, and naturally they can't bring women to sleep with. They need someone to accompany them when they're stuck on the coast with no entertainment. Those female slaves are actually bought by them for a few days. Do you want to go take a look?" Ding Bu'er chuckled.

"Forget it." Mo Wuji shook his head. He was extremely angry about the selling of women, but he was powerless to stop it, so what was the point of going to see it and getting upset?

"Congratulations to this friend for obtaining number seventeen for twenty-five gold coins. Next to be sold is number twenty-six. Everyone, pay attention, this number twenty-six is no worse than number seventeen, and her appearance is even more delicate. Number twenty-six also has a selling point that you may not know: she was born into a royal family. It is said that she is a descendant of the Mo clan of the Northern Qin Prince…"

Mo Wuji suddenly stopped and turned to look at the place where the female slaves were being auctioned, his hands already clenched into fists.

Even though his soul was not of the Northern Qin Prince's clan, at least the blood in his body was. What's more, his surname was also Mo.

This time, without Ding Bu'er saying anything, Mo Wuji rushed over.

Ding Bu'er naturally knew Mo Wuji's background. Seeing Mo Wuji's angry face, he worried that Mo Wuji would do something wrong, so he quickly followed.

"Wuji, you absolutely can't mess around here. Otherwise, they'll crush us like ants," Ding Bu'er said urgently, grabbing Mo Wuji's arm.

Mo Wuji said in a deep voice, "I know what I'm doing."

"I bid thirty-five gold coins…" a man who looked like a short, fat gourd shouted loudly.

"Being able to try the descendant of a prince, that taste must be good. I bid forty gold coins," another lewd voice called out.

Mo Wuji had already seen a young girl in a green dress with her ankles chained. The girl's eyes were filled with a trace of hatred and despair. As the fat merchant said, she was a very delicate and beautiful girl. The dress on her body had obviously been cleaned up, probably to sell her for more gold coins.

"One hundred gold coins," Mo Wuji said, taking a deep breath.

There was a fire burning in his heart. He wished he could immediately pull out the sharp knife from his boot and rush up to kill the fat man with one blow.

Reason told Mo Wuji that impulsiveness was the devil. He could only teach this fat man a lesson with gold coins, otherwise he would die even more miserably than the fat man. As for the person he wanted to save, she would probably suffer even more.

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. Up until now, the most anyone had raised the price of a female slave was ten gold coins. Someone had just raised the price from thirty-five to forty, which was already considered a very high bid, and now someone was directly raising the price to one hundred gold coins. How extravagant was that? One hundred gold coins could buy several female slaves.

"This woman is not bad, I bid one hundred and one gold coins." Because Mo Wuji had bid one hundred gold coins, the scene was a bit quiet. Now someone suddenly called out one hundred and one gold coins, making it seem even more abrupt.

The crowd here was already chaotic and disorganized, just an open-air venue. A female slave being bid up to one hundred and one gold coins was like a firecracker falling into the crowd, causing a commotion. More people were shouting and bidding higher prices.

Mo Wuji saw the guy who had bid one hundred and one gold coins, holding a pretentious folding fan in his hand, his hair combed slick. Mo Wuji didn't recognize this guy at all and didn't know why he was competing with him.

"One thousand gold coins." Mo Wuji didn't have the mood to haggle with this person and directly increased the price tenfold.

The fat merchant selling the female slaves heard Mo Wuji bid one thousand gold coins and was so excited that his body was trembling. The price of one female slave was higher than the price of dozens of female slaves, so how could he not be excited? But he still looked at the guy with the folding fan, wanting to see the two of them compete and make him earn more gold coins.

The onlookers were even more excited and roared together. A female slave being sold for one thousand gold coins was simply unbelievable.

"Kid, you have guts. You dare to snatch a woman from me. One thousand and one gold coins. If you have the guts, dare to raise the price again," the folding fan man simply put away the folding fan and stared at Mo Wuji fiercely.

Mo Wuji acted as if he didn't hear the guy's threat and directly shouted, "One thousand and one gold coins and one copper coin."

"You…" The folding fan man pointed at Mo Wuji's forehead with the folding fan. If Mo Wuji's previous price increase had a bit of a showy flavor, then Mo Wuji's current price was obviously slapping him in the face.

He could add one gold coin to Mo Wuji's price, but Mo Wuji absolutely couldn't add one gold coin to his price. No, not even add one gold coin. As long as he called out a price, this guy who was just a servant should shut his mouth immediately.

But this guy not only didn't shut his mouth, but even under his threat, directly added one copper coin.

This was not only slapping his face, but slapping his face without gloves and making a loud sound.

The fat merchant heard that Mo Wuji had only added one copper coin, his fat face twitched a few times, and he looked at the folding fan man, hoping that the folding fan man would start adding gold coins in a fit of anger.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. The folding fan man was just pointing at Mo Wuji angrily and didn't follow up with a price. After he called out three times, the folding fan man still didn't seem to have reacted and was still staring at Mo Wuji angrily.

The fat merchant thought that the folding fan man probably didn't want to raise the price but was afraid of losing face, so he deliberately did so. So he called out, "Congratulations to this friend for obtaining this Northern Qin descendant female slave for one thousand and one gold coins and one copper coin."

"Who told you I wasn't raising the price? I bid two thousand gold coins," the folding fan man stared at the fat merchant fiercely and shouted.