Chapter 48: Fury Burning in the Heavens

  The auction of medicinal materials was in full swing, with one precious medicinal material after another being bought out by the wealthy at exorbitant prices. When the clock struck twelve, echoing through the medicinal market, the auction had entered its final stage, and only ten of the precious medicinal materials remained to be sold.

  "The real show is about to begin. The last ten kinds of medicine that have not been announced, are probably the best among the best, and their value will be at least over 10 million."

  Hong Zhanggui, who had once participated in a medicinal material auction, turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yi, saying slowly.

  At least over ten million?

  Zhang Yi was speechless in his heart.

  In the past, for him, let alone tens of millions, even 10,000 yuan was a considerable amount. Now these people can spend tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, to buy a single medicinal herb, which makes him feel like he's in a different world, with an unreal feeling.

  On the wooden stage, the host Wei Feng held a microphone and said with a big smile: "Next, we will auction off the last ten precious medicinal materials. As for how precious they are, I believe everyone will see soon."

  "And now, going up for auction is... Orchid."

  As a young woman in a cheongsam dress, carrying a tray walked up to Wei Feng, almost everyone sitting down stood up, and the crowd standing around also caused a stir.

  Wisteria!

  It can be said that it is a precious medicinal material to the extreme, and it has an excellent effect on patients with stroke. It can be said that once you have a Lan Teng Hua, stroke patients will completely recover and will not leave any sequelae at all.

  When illness strikes, it's like a mountain collapsing.

  With the improvement of living standards today, there are more and more patients with stroke, including those wealthy and powerful dignitaries.

  So, Orchid is almost a holy medicine in everyone's heart.

  "I dare say, the price of this orchid will definitely not be cheaper than the one I bought, that Kirin grass!" Boss Hong turned his head to glance at the surrounding crowd, with a hint of a smile, and said to Zhang Yi.

  "Not bad, if I had a family member who suffered from stroke, I would spare no expense to get it." Zhang Yi said slowly nodding his head.

  The auction begins.

  As Hong Zhanggu said, each bidder was like a madman, constantly pushing up the price of orchids to an astonishing level.

  "Four hundred and eighty-five million, is there a higher price? If so, please bid immediately. If not, this orchid will belong to that old man's family!" Wei Feng shouted excitedly, his face flushed with excitement, one hand holding the orchid and the other hand grasping the microphone, waving it fiercely several times.

  A scene of deathly silence.

  Everyone was stunned by the final quote.

  No one dared to speak up again, because 4.85 billion had already exceeded everyone's psychological price limit. Even some rich people didn't dare to splurge like this; even those who needed it thought that buying at such a high price wasn't a wise move.

  Finally!

  The orchid was bought by an old man with a look of excitement on his face.

  The host Wei Feng was visibly moved by the high price of the orchid auction, and with great excitement, he said loudly: "Next to be auctioned is... Tussilago farfara!"

  Lithospermum erythrorhizon

  Zhang Yi's body stood up involuntarily, he didn't hear what Wei Feng said behind him, his mind was filled with the name of Tu Mao Cao.

  Mowen Feng once told him that if he encountered the Tuhuo grass in the future, no matter what the cost, he must get it, no matter how great the price.

  Hong Zhangju frowned and stretched out his hand to pull down Zhang Yi's arm, pulling him to sit down.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  Hong Zhanggui asked with a puzzled expression.

  Zhang Yi suddenly turned his head and asked Hong Zhanggui, "Hong Zhanggui, what is the approximate price at which this tu cao grass was auctioned off?"

  Boss Hong looked at Zhang Yi in surprise, and from Zhang Yi's eyes, he saw that urgent need.

  "Turmeric is a very precious medicinal material, but its value compared to Orchid Vine Flower is far inferior. I estimate that it shouldn't exceed 40 million."

  400 million?

  Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his whole body felt icy cold.

  He now has only 14 million left, which is far from enough to buy this earth spider grass.

  What's wrong?

  Are we just going to give up like this?

  No way!

  The old master said that no matter what the cost, we must get the Tǔ Zhū Cǎo, even if it means cheating, stealing or robbing.

  So this earth spider grass must be extremely important to Master.

  Zhang Yi's gaze shifted to Hong Zhanggui, his fists clenched unconsciously as he asked solemnly: "Hong Zhanggui, I, Zhang Yi, am asking a favor of you and borrowing some money. How much do you have left?"

  Hong Zhangguan narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Yi's serious expression, with countless thoughts surging in his heart.

  Ever since he saw Zhang Yi, he felt that this young man was not simple. There was a special aura about him, but how to describe it, he couldn't put into words.

  Then came.

  Through Zhang Yi picking up the leftover medicinal materials, through him selling the Blood Spirit Mushroom to old acquaintance Hou Tianfang at a price of 40 million, through him curing that young man, he clearly realized that this was an impressive young man, and even at his age, he had never met anyone more outstanding than him!

  By the way!

  When I thought I had to have the Kirin grass, his sentence "I still have 240 million here. If you don't have enough money, I can lend it to you" deeply moved me.

  "The password for this bank card is 321***. There's still 1 billion and 200 million left in it, which is all my family's assets. If you need to, you can use it all up."

  Hong Zhang took out a bank card from his wallet and stuffed it into Zhang Yi's hand.

  One billion two hundred million?

  A warm current surged in Zhang Yi's heart.

  "Thank you, Manager Hong!"

  "If you want to thank me, just call me Old Hong! It sounds more intimate this way." Manager Hong's eyes were filled with a smile as he patted Zhang Yi's shoulder.

  "Old Hong..."

  On the wooden stage, the host Wei Feng said loudly:

  "Turf grass, starting price is six million, each increase in price shall not be less than five hundred thousand. Bidding starts now."

  Awkward silence!

  No one spoke up with an offer, and no one stood up.

  They whispered to each other one by one, as if this wild grass was of no use to them at all.

  "What's going on, Old Hong?"

  Zhang Yi leaned in towards Hong Zhanggui and asked in a low voice.

  Hong Zhang raised an eyebrow, curiously saying: "Don't you know that Turbid Grass has little effect on ordinary people? It's only useful for ancient martial artists, and even then, only those who have gone mad from their training. No one is bidding, I think it's probably because there are no ancient martial artists here, or if there are, they're probably too poor."

  Ancient Martial Artist?

  Zhang Yi's mind seemed to grasp something, but it was like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water. He desperately tried to seize it, but it remained elusive and intangible, unable to be grasped.

  Boss Hong looked at Zhang Yi who was stunned and nudged him with his elbow, asking in a low voice: "Aren't you going to quote a price?"

  Zhang Yi was like a dream come true, and he suddenly raised his hand, just about to open his mouth to bid, when a loud voice, one step ahead of him, called out:

  Six million five hundred thousand.

  Listening to the somewhat familiar bidding voice, Zhang Yi suddenly turned his head and found that Zhao Xi had somehow found a position and was sitting there with a cold expression. And that loud bidding voice came from his mouth.

  What did he buy wormwood for?

  Could he also be an ancient martial artist?

  No way!

  He was easily picked up and thrown out like a dead dog, if he were an ancient warrior, he would definitely have the power to fight back.

  If he wasn't a martial artist, then why did he buy the Tǔ Zhū Cǎo? Was it for someone important around him who needed it?

  Thinking of this, Zhang Yi loudly quoted:

  "Seven million."

  Zhao Xi, who had finally managed to get a seat in the back row, was taken aback for a moment before his eyes blazed with fury. He wanted to buy Tu Mao Cao because two years ago, his older brother's master had suffered from walking fire into madness during cultivation, and although he had preserved his life, his cultivation had not been preserved.

  If he handed the Tǔ Zhū Cǎo to his elder brother, and had him pass it on to his master, perhaps his master would be able to recover and once again become that formidable figure.

  He remembered a family motto from an early age: rely on the mountain and you will get more benefits.

  Although his elder brother is also a martial artist, having another powerful backer is after all a good thing.

  Clutching his fists tightly, with a hatred for Zhang Yi, he called out in a gloomy tone:

  "Seven hundred and fifty million."

  "Ten million."

  "Bastard!"

  Zhao Xixin cursed inwardly, hating that he couldn't strip Zhang Yi's tendons and skin to make lanterns out of them.

  15 million

  "Fourteen million."

  145 million.

  "Two hundred million."

  "Thirty million."

  “……”

  The skyrocketing price continued to rise between the two, and soon the price of Tucao grass rose to 45 million, and the one who quoted this price was Zhao Xi.

  Zhang Yi fell silent.

  Four hundred and fifty million, had already exceeded his mental budget, and also exceeded Hong's evaluation. He was very clear about how much money he had.

  1.4 billion, if the purchase price of the medicine is getting higher and higher, then the amount he owes to Hong's shop owner will also be more and more. He believes that he can make money, but the foreign debt of several hundred million still makes him feel a chill in his heart.

  "If you must have it, go ahead!"

  Hong Zhang said with an unchanged expression.

  "Sixty-five million."

  Zhao Xi's breathing had become rapid, and his eyes, filled with dark clouds, emitted a venomous glare. If his gaze could kill, Zhang Yi would have died thousands of times by now.

  "Host, can I have a few minutes, I'll make a phone call."

  Zhao Xi suddenly raised his head and looked at Wei Feng on the wooden platform, shouting loudly.

  Wei Feng was secretly shocked in his heart, and he also felt a little helpless about Zhang Yi and Zhao Xi's rivalry. However, he still nodded and said: "Alright, I'll give you three minutes."

  Zhao Xi grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number, speaking in a low voice for a few sentences before hanging up with a smile on his face. His gaze at Zhang Yi also turned arrogant and domineering in an instant.

  "I'm out of 100 million!"

  Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and turned his head to take a deep look at Wei Feng's arrogant face, saying in a cold voice:

  "I'll offer 1.34 billion, if your price is higher than mine, this Tǔ Zhū Cǎo is yours; if you can't match this price, just give up."

  Zhao Xi sneered, "What? No money? I've got plenty of money, it's just a few hundred million more! It's nothing to me. I'll offer 1 billion 34 million and 500 thousand."

  Zhang Yi did not quote again, returned the bank card of Hong Zhanggui to him, and remained silent.

  However!

  But in his heart he was wildly bellowing, furiously yelling:

  "Are you looking for death..."