Not A Cultivator 87 Are We Going To Get Some Dragon Fruit Juice?

The Three Feng Ao Xiu enters, but they couldn't get the front seats nor the VIP room, they're all full. The Radiant Treasure Hall usually reserved some VIP room for a surprise guest. But they won't be given unless they can prove they are the Real Feng Ao Xiu. No one can, so they must bear with the ordinary seats. Because of this very reason, all three Qian Qian must wait outside.

For ordinary guests, there were 500 seats available. However, Fake Feng Ao Xiu Number One, Number Two, and the Real Feng Ao Xiu were seated in seat number 494, 495, and 496 respectively.

Although they came in not too early and not too late, they were given the very back seats. They could get around number 300, which was located in the middle. But, the employee handling the seat number doesn't like these scammers claimed themselves as his hero, Feng Ao Xiu. So he deliberately gives them the most uncomfortable seat of them all.

This event was somewhat a bit unexpected, but to Feng Ao Xiu it is not too bad. Perhaps, with his ident.i.ty as a fake, he can buy the pure coloured spirit stones as much as he wants.

Soon, the auction start.

Some employees brought a standing table to the stage. There's a large cloth covering the table.

The s.e.xy employee a.s.sistant grabbed the cloth swiftly and revealed what's inside.

The auctioneer said, "First off, is this rare weapon! The Golden Raven Sword."

Inside was a golden sword made from the specially made from the claw of Fifth Rank Spirit Beast, the Golden Raven. Just from the look, everyone could tell it was no ordinary weapon.

Feng Ao Xiu nodded calmly. As expected from the Radiant Treasure Hall, they brought one of the most expensive things to be auctioned first to bring the hype early on. It means they still have many other better things than this.

"This sword is made from the claw of Fifth Rank Spirit Beast, the Golden Raven. Using this sword, even someone with low cultivation like the First Stage of Abstract Spirit Realm has a chance to hurt an Iron Mortal Realm Expert."

"The base price is 300 gold taels. At least a rise of 10 gold taels for every bid."

It did not take long before, someone said. "300 gold taels!"
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"300 gold taels, for guest in seat number 19!"

Another man said, "310 gold taels!"

"310 gold taels for guest in seat number 25."

Fake Feng Ao Xiu Number One also wants that sword. Although they're scammers, they have many successes in their life, they were rich!

He shouted, "350!"

"Ah... 350 gold taels for Fake Feng Ao Xiu in seat number 494!"

The other guests laughed at the auctioneer words. It was to be noted, the auctioneer deliberately said it out louder than usual so the other guests could hear.

"Haha... Look! Fake Feng Ao Xiu!"

"There are three of them together! How shameless!"

"Get out of here! You fake!"

[Wait! Why do you call us Fake Feng Ao Xiu!?]

The auctioneer was Feng Ao Xiu's fan. Of course, he couldn't forgive someone posing as Feng Ao Xiu.

Then someone shouts, "800 gold taels!"

"800 gold taels to the guest in VIP room number two!"

No one was bidding anymore, it's already overpriced. That sword would usually be priced 450 to 550 gold taels, but someone just offered 800 gold taels.

"Did anyone else want to bid higher?"

"...Sold to the guest in VIP room number two for 800 gold taels!"

Meanwhile, inside VIP room number two.

"Is it okay to use 800 gold taels just like that? Even though we can buy it as low as 580 gold taels."

A young master asked his two big brothers.

Then, the big brother replied, "It's okay, what we need to do is end this auction fastly and received as many weapon and treasure as much as possible."

The second brother supported his big brother statement, "That's right. We will go to war with the Heavenly Wolf Temple soon. What's money values to than our lives?"

The three brothers were none other than three young masters of the Yang Clan. The three of them were Yang Xue Yi's older brother. They were here after their father, Yang Wen Jia ordered them to buy some weapons and treasures to support them fight the Heavenly Wolf Temple.

Although they already received the words of Feng Ao Xiu regarding his help, they could not just relax. After all, they were still at a disadvantage. The Heavenly Wolf Temple was that strong that they scoured throughout the city to find the best weapons and armour for their guards.

***

Meanwhile, outside the auction house. Qian Hui and Qian Lu were relaxing in the carriage. However, it was soon turned into boredom. It was a hot day, and being inside the carriage only makes it much worse.

"It's so f*cking hot!!!" Qian Hui shouted to n.o.body. But by just screaming, he could take the frustration of having to wait for the Second Young Master.

"Yeah! It's so hot! And I'm thirsty!" Qian Lu said.

"Big Brother, do you have any drinks?"

"Do you really think I have any drink with me!? Ah... I'm also thirsty..." Qian Hui searched through the inside of the carriage but found nothing.

He kicked the ground out of frustration, "F*ck! I'm gonna die of thirst at this rate!"

"Me too! Without any water, I'm gonna shrivel up and die!"

"Huuuhhh!!! How are you gonna shrivel up? You're too fat to shrivel! With all the fat inside your stomach, how could you die of thirst!?"

"How could you! I'm not..." Qian Lu stopped talking, "Ah... I'm too thirsty to reply to anything you said. Now, I'm hungry as well..."

Qian Hui approached one of the other guards waiting outside, "Hey, what's your name?"

The guard he approached was also skinny, although not as thin as Qian Hui. But, this guard exudes the aura of confidence and calmness that you could see his professionality.

"Me? I'm Qian Hui, the personal bodyguard of the great Feng Ao Xiu."

Although the master of this fake Qian Hui has said it earlier, the Real Qian Hui was still surprised. How could he put up with this charade even without anyone else nearby?

"h.e.l.lo, Qian Hui, I'm... Qiu Hao. I've something to ask."

Qian Hui was too lazy to correct him, he even gives himself a fake name to make it easier.

"Hmph!" The fake Qian Hui sneered in victory. The one before him was not professional that he even gave his real name. Now that he already won, his att.i.tude changed a bit, "So, Qiu Hao, what can I help you with?"

"Do you have any water? I'm thirsty."

The fake Qian Hui shook his head, he also did not bring any drinks with him. He thought he could enter the VIP room and were served with some food and wine, but the appearances of the other fakes made it fail.

"I see. So you also didn't bring any... But do you have any money with you?"

"Money?"

Qian Hui nodded, "You see... I didn't have any money on me. Aren't you thirsty as well? If you give me enough money, I'll buy one for you. Of course, you have to treat me to one as well. There's a tasty dragon fruit juice near here, how about it?"

"Hmmm..." Now that he mentioned it, the fake Qian Hui was feeling thirsty. It was true that he was paid a lot to pretend to be Qian Hui, he could not afford to leave just to buy a drink. If somehow his employer comes out while he was away, he would not be paid a single cent. In the end, he nodded, "All right!"

The Fake Qian Hui gave the Real Qian Hui some money.

"It's not enough!" said Qian Hui. "The dragon fruit juice is popular, so it's a bit expensive. But it's so tasty, it'll be worth every cent!"

Then, the fake Qian Hui gives him more money.

Qian Hui glanced at the fat guard standing not too far from them. "What about your friend, Qian Lu, does he want one as well?"

The fake Qian Hui gives him more money again.

"Good! Good! Wait for me!"

However, Qian Hui was not quite finished yet. He approached the second group of fake that was on the other side.

"h.e.l.lo Qian Hui, I'm Qiu Hao. Do you want a drink?"

After a bit of persuasion, Qian Hui doubled the money he earned.

Then, he went back to his brother. "Lu, let's go!"

"Where?" Qian Lu jumped "Are we going to get some dragon fruit juice? I heard you were saying it earlier."

"Dragon fruit juice? No one sells such a thing near here."

Qian Hui waved his hand. "Come on, I'll treat you. It's not much, but at least we could have a meal at a small restaurant."