Spirit Vessel
chapter-1104

Chapter 1104: A Romantic Night At The Market?

Men had a hard time refusing the invitation of a beauty. This applied to Feiyun as well.

His appearance at the alchemy market caused quite a stir. By this point, everyone knew who he was - the half-demon who managed to break the curse.

No one dared to use the word “wretched” to describe him. If they wanted to insult him, they would need to defeat him first.

“Why is he here, is he not afraid of the golden crows?” An old ghost whispered.

“They don’t want to mess with that monster from the mountain? Killing two pseudo-saints in one day and even severing the wings of a demi-saint.”

“You’re right.”

…

Feiyun ignored the comments and went on his way to the foxs’ palace. Mo Yaoyao was already outside waiting for him.

“Let’s go to the auction house.” She called for an extravagant carriage and entered. She lifted the veil and gestured for him to come up.

He stroked his chin and smiled: “So we’re going to the auction house tonight.”

“Yes, the refined blood of a grand saint will be up for auction along with many treasures, even weapons from Time Immemorial. People have been waiting here all this time for it and all the good spots are taken. Fortunately, I’ve already reserved a spot.” She said with a smile.

He felt that this was different from his imagination. He thought that this would be a night of passion - embracing a beauty under the moonlight.

“Well, I suppose this trip will still be worthwhile.” He smiled wryly.

“Of course, haha, are you surprised?” She asked.

“Indeed.”

A little fox looking around thirteen years of age peeked out of the carriage and said: “Young Noble Feng, this is my lady’s personal carriage. You’ll be the first man to ride along with us.”

“It is an honor.” He jumped up the carriage.

It started flying automatically toward the auction house.

This palace contained the most precious treasures in the world from all the races.

Of course, the most precious one tonight was the blood of the grand saint. This was absolutely crucial for Feiyun because he needed it for Nangong Hongyan’s revival.

He stopped thinking about the romantic night and thought that he should be less confident.

“Miss Mo, the second palace is ready for you. Who may this be?” An old man stood at the gate and bowed before Mo Yaoyao. She was clearly an esteemed guest, hence the treatment.

“He’s a real big shot.” She smiled.

“Hmph, is that so?” A prince from a centipede tribe came over with his servants.

He had nothing but jealousy for Feng Feiyun who was being too familiar with Mo Yaoyao.

“You best not provoke him for your own sake.” Mo Yaoyao was annoyed.

“Yaoyao, I fell in love with you at first sight but you keep pushing me away. Why do you smile for this human? How am I inferior to him?” He said.

Beauties never had a lack of suitors.

Feiyun didn’t want to be troubled by this prince and ignored him. He focused on the visitors instead.

Some recognized him and kept a distance. Most were not there to witness the battle since they were weaker and unable to withstand the pressure of the pseudo-saints.

“I’ll have you know that there is nothing about you that even comes close to him.” She was annoyed with the prince and grabbed Feiyun’s arm, leaning closer and whispering: “He’s a prince of the tiger centipede with a strong backing, take care of this for me.”

Feiyun chuckled at the thought of being used as a shield.

“I will kill him then!” The prince turned his hands into black pincers with a nauseating stench.

Someone rushed over and whispered something, causing him to turn pale and staggered backward: “That’s him?”

The speaker nodded and backed off, not wanting to antagonize Feng Feiyun.

“Move aside before I change my mind.” Feiyun coldly uttered.

The prince gritted his teeth but still didn’t dare to offend the half-demon. He obediently stepped aside while trembling.

Feng Feiyun and Mo Yaoyao entered the auction house and saw how vast it was. Tens of thousands of cultivators were present yet it didn’t feel crowded in the slightest.

“This is the largest black market in the region, the finest treasures will be here.” She said, no longer holding his arm.

“I heard the master of this place is extremely powerful, having killed a demi-saint before. No one will cause trouble here.” Feiyun said.

“Haha, if anyone wants to stick around the market, they’ll have to play nice with this lord.” Mo Yaoyao smiled.

The two of them came to the second palace meant for esteemed guests. The little fox followed behind them like a maid.

This palace resembled one of a king. This was awfully close to the auction stage as well. This was indicative of Mo Yaoyao’s influence.

“Are you here for the refined blood too?” Feiyun became curious.

“That is coveted by all the demons, the price will be insane and out of my reach. I know you will go all out, do you have enough?” She smiled.

“I have plenty of spirit stones but it might not be enough for the blood.” Feiyun was as rich as a country, just not on the same level as the immemorial tribes: “I’ll have to add treasures.”

“If you have some good ones, I can let you see the manager first and auction them as well. Of course, they need to actually be high-level ones.”

“Naturally.”

Mo Yaoyao seemed to have a good relationship with the manager who agreed to auction Feiyun’s treasures as long as they met the requirements.

He took out a block of wood weighing more than ten thousand pounds. It had a strong wood affinity and an immemorial aura, even a hint of a saint power.

It had a dark red shade and wasn’t overly tough. Nonetheless, the fragrance was enchanting. Just taking a sniff could improve someone’s dao comprehension.

The old manager couldn’t believe it. He carefully removed a tiny piece and placed it in his mouth.

“A piece of wood from Time Immemorial?” The dao law exuded from the piece and painted a beautiful picture of a divine tree in his mind.

“It is a piece of Immemorial Heavenwood.” Feiyun smiled.

The tree inside the vessel was gigantic. Alas, its divinity on the surface was gone. This piece was taken near the river of phoenix blood and maintained the old essence of the tree.

“!!!” The manager became frightened despite his experience: “Don’t tell me, this was from the tree that was chopped off by the Divine Phoenix! It is really from Time Immemorial!”

If this was the case, even just a block the size of a fist could be sold for a sky-high price.