93 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Returning to the Home Page - The Rampaging Dragon Girl Home 》 Information on the Rampaging Dragon Girl --- Upon reaching the first floor, Bai Fan approached the counter and softly asked, "Excuse me, where should I go if I want to auction something?" Hearing that Bai Fan wanted to auction something, the staff's expression froze for a moment before immediately responding cautiously, "Please follow me." Following the person in front, Bai Fan was led to another concealed room. The space was dimly lit, with only a few luminous pearls placed around. A white-clothed man lounged leisurely on a couch, his hands resting on his abdomen with a book covering his face. Upon hearing footsteps, he removed the book and turned his head to look. "What is it?" "Boss, this young lady has something she wishes to auction with us." With that, the white-clothed man directed his gaze at Bai Fan. He reclined on the couch, propped his head on one hand, and asked Bai Fan, "What do you want to auction?" "A spiritual herb." "What kind of spiritual herb?" Bai Fan took out the spiritual herb she intended to sell from her storage bag. It was a plant she didn't recognize and hadn't seen mentioned in any of the books she'd read about flora. This might have been due to her limited reading on the subject. The herb's rhizome was a milky white, with several roots broken due to Bai Fan’s hasty picking. However, most of its appearance remained intact, and the leaves were brimming with spiritual energy, indicating that it had been well-cared for. Upon seeing the spiritual herb, the white-clothed man furrowed his brows. He rose from the couch, took the herb from Bai Fan, and examined it closely. Initially puzzled, his expression soon turned to astonishment, and his fingers began to tremble slightly. "May I ask, young lady, where did you find this herb?" Bai Fan wasn’t about to reveal the truth and casually fabricated a story, "I brought this herb from the Southern Continent. I stumbled upon it in an uninhabited canyon and noticed it seemed quite old, so I dug it up. Is there any problem with it?" The white-clothed man had a servant bring over a brocade box, into which he carefully placed the herb. "This herb is called the Divine Seclusion Herb. It’s one of the rarer spiritual herbs used in concocting pills for healing spiritual consciousness. Given its age, it's at least ten thousand years old. It's incredibly rare and hence, invaluable." "How many spiritual stones can it fetch?" All Bai Fan cared about was how many spiritual stones it could sell for. She didn’t care about its utility since she didn't have injuries to her spiritual consciousness. "It's hard to say. We can only find out at the auction. This herb is too rare to be easily priced. Rather than risk underbidding at a spontaneous auction, we recommend that you leave the herb with us. We will schedule a proper auction for it, minimizing the risk of it being undervalued." Hearing this, Bai Fan felt a bit distressed. She urgently needed spiritual stones by tomorrow and couldn’t afford to wait longer. She wouldn't even be able to pay the room rent. "How long will it take? I need spiritual stones urgently." The white-clothed man, worried that Bai Fan might take the herb away, quickly reassured her, "No more than three days. If you need spiritual stones immediately, Crescent Lake can advance a portion to you." He ordered a servant to bring a small chest, which he placed before Bai Fan and opened. Inside were ten large spiritual stones, causing Bai Fan to gasp. The pure quality of these stones far surpassed that of ordinary ones. "What are these stones?" "These are an advance for you. Once the auction concludes, we will send the remaining stones to you. Just leave us your address." Eyes transfixed on the ten large spiritual stones, Bai Fan picked one up, feeling the pure spiritual energy within. She wondered if these were the fabled high-grade spiritual stones, said to be worth a thousand mid-grade stones each. Since a mid-grade stone could exchange for a hundred regular stones, these ten high-grade stones could amount to well over a hundred thousand regular stones. "I'm staying at your inn. Just have them sent to my room." The white-clothed man nodded and wrote up a receipt detailing the transaction, including the advance of ten high-grade spiritual stones. Both parties signed and sealed it, each keeping a copy adorned with the gilded "Crescent Lake" emblem, indicating its high value. After receiving the ten spiritual stones, Bai Fan was escorted out of the room. Holding the stones, she decided not to return upstairs just yet but left the Crescent Lake Inn to exchange one of the stones for ordinary ones. Walking through the bustling streets of Loulan, people and camels constantly passed by. It was then that the expelled cultivators sighted Bai Fan. "There she is, coming out. Let’s follow her." The cultivators dispersed through the crowd, forming a circle to prevent Bai Fan from escaping if she noticed them. Focused on exchanging the spiritual stone, Bai Fan hadn't realized she was being tailed. She entered a large shop and casually bought a few items. For instance, she preferred wearing male attire, finding it more comfortable and convenient. Traveling as a man was always easier. If her cultivation level was higher, it wouldn't matter what she wore. After completing her selections and exchanging the spiritual stone, she had bought clothes made of ice silkworm silk, resistant to water and fire, and also repellent to dust. Thus, they wouldn’t get dirty easily even after long use. The shopkeeper escorted Bai Fan out, her spirits high and her pockets full, walking with a straight back. She waved to the shopkeeper, "That's enough, you don't need to see me off." Just as she finished speaking, she glanced at the people at the store's entrance, finding their faces familiar. Though their positions varied, their eyes frequently darted towards her, and she soon recalled where she had seen them. Scoffing inwardly at their poor attempt to tail her, Bai Fan deliberated a plan. If they wanted to follow her, she would see what they intended to do. Leaving the shop, Bai Fan deliberately entered narrow alleys. The followers, puzzled by her sudden change in direction, exchanged confused glances. "What’s going on? Have we been discovered?" The one-armed cultivator twisted his neck, malice in his eyes, "So what if we've been found? It’s not like we need to fear her. Let’s see what she’s up to." The other cultivators found his reasoning sound. A group of Golden Core stage cultivators had no reason to fear a recently promoted one. In the alley, Bai Fan made sure to leave audible clues to her whereabouts. Upon reaching a less populated area, she stopped, waiting for them to catch up. Five Golden Core cultivators surrounded her, including the one-armed man whom He Yi Man had injured. "Oh, not running anymore? I guess you’ve got some tricks up your sleeve to lead us here." This cultivator scanned the surroundings, anticipating Bai Fan’s next move. With her hands hidden in her sleeves, Bai Fan grasped six silver needles. She had never ceased poisoning them, and although her poison abilities had dwindled, she was eager to test their lethality. Seeing Bai Fan remain motionless and noticing no one else nearby, the cultivators grew more at ease, assuming Bai Fan was easy prey. "Humph, even without any tricks, I can easily handle you." Taking a deep breath, Bai Fan taunted the cultivators. Inside, she felt unsure. Despite her recent advance to the Golden Core stage, her only experience fighting one was against a much stronger elder from Qingxu Sect, which had skewed her understanding of Golden Core cultivators. Even at the same cultivation stage, the disparity in combat proficiency was vast. Cultivators from a sect tended to be formidable in battle, while independent cultivators were inconsistent, with unsystematic training and varying skills. "Big talk." "You’ll see whether it’s just talk soon enough." Bai Fan was never one to wait for others to make the first move. She followed the principle of striking first. As she spoke, the silver needles hidden in her sleeves were already in flight. The barely visible silver threads were tightly grasped in her hands, causing the needles to dart forward like released arrows, targeting the five cultivators ahead. The five cultivators immediately retreated. The silver needles aimed directly at their eyes; had they been even a split second slower, they would have lost their sight. The man with the severed arm spun around and kicked the silver needles away, snarling viciously, "To think you'd use hidden weapons while we weren’t paying attention. Truly, there's nothing more poisonous than a woman's heart. Once we capture you, we'll dismember all your limbs." Bai Fan hooked her index finger, retracting the silver needles. Annoyed by his words, she almost cursed out loud, "You don't have the right to say that. You're nothing but a scoundrel, disgusts me to my core." The six silver needles whizzed about, targeting the cultivators. Upon hearing the one-armed man's words, Bai Fan directed two needles specifically at him. Fighting five people at once, Bai Fan found herself at a disadvantage, stretching her abilities thin. While she was evenly matched with the one-armed man, the other cultivators grouped together and managed to twist her silver needles into a bunch before discarding them onto the ground. "Did you really think such trivial weapons could defeat us?" "Enough playing around. It's time to send her on her way." With that, they simultaneously drew their magical artifacts, surrounding Bai Fan. The one-armed man, having failed to evade entirely, had a minor scrape from her needle. --- Still typing... Thank you to the little angels who cast the overlord vote or watered me with nutrient solution~ Thank you to the little angels who gave [Land Mines]: Finding the Return 1; Thank you to the little angels who watered [Nutrient Solution]: Thank you so much for your support. I’ll continue to work hard!