Bai Sheng Yi's face turned ashen with anger!
"If the Vice President's eyes are bad, get them treated. If their mouth is full of shit, wash it. Don't always speak nonsense. You and I are quits, and I, Bai Sheng Yi, owe you nothing!"
You say I'm deaf and mute? Fine, I'll call you blind and disgusting!
Bai Sheng Yi was furious. After channeling her spiritual energy to transmit her words, she turned and left swiftly.
"Bai Sheng Yi! You..."
Bai Sheng Yi could still hear Qin Si's roar even after she had walked to the outer perimeter of the Precious Treasures Auction House.
"Serves him right. If I wasn't afraid of not being able to beat you, I would have given you a good beating before leaving," Bai Sheng Yi thought resentfully.
She felt incredibly unhappy, and even her steps lacked their usual vigor.
She wandered around the outer area for a long time, unable to find the exit. Just as she was about to give up, she finally spotted some familiar faces.
"Feng Wu Ya! Chu Tian Le! What are you two doing here?" Bai Sheng Yi decided not to speak until her voice recovered, intending to communicate using spiritual energy.
Feng Wu Ya, having changed to a floral handkerchief, saw Bai Sheng Yi and ran over with surprise.
"Sheng Yi! We came looking for you! Did you finally cure that person? Oh, you don't know, the past few days you weren't here, Chu Tian Le was so worried, he insisted on coming to the auction house to take a look, so he dragged me or..."
"That's enough, Feng Wu Ya. It's good that Sheng Yi is back, no need to talk about that," Chu Tian Le interrupted Feng Wu Ya's rambling. He glanced at Bai Sheng Yi from head to toe and then frowned, "Sheng Yi, what's wrong with your throat?"
"It's nothing, just injured. It'll be fine in a few days."
Bai Sheng Yi walked with them towards the exit of the auction house, inquiring about the recent assessment progress. Upon asking, she realized that the few days she had missed had significantly delayed her and Chu Tian Le's assessment progress.
"... Fei Hua and I have successfully accumulated 100 points. Chen Qi Yang and Zhu Wu also have 89 points. There are now a total of 18 teams that have successfully accumulated 100 points, so you and Tian Le need to hurry, otherwise..."
Feng Wu Ya's words were tinged with worry.
Bai Sheng Yi and Chu Tian Le currently only had 67 points. Their previous significant lead had now been completely overtaken.
However, there were still many teams within the city, and they could catch up if they worked hard to gain points. It's just that the strength of the other teams was not weak, and the scores were very close, making their situation extremely disadvantageous.
Bai Sheng Yi felt a pang of guilt, "This is my fault. Chu Tian Le, if..."
"It's okay," Chu Tian Le said with a carefree smile, his expression carrying the same unrestrained demeanor as when they first met.
He even comforted Bai Sheng Yi, saying, "Don't feel burdened, I don't blame you. You didn't do it on purpose. Besides, I believe in your strength, and we'll just catch up on points later. Speaking of which, besides your throat, are you injured anywhere else?"
Little did they know, upon learning that Bai Sheng Yi had gone in and not returned, Chu Tian Le had almost mobilized the Chu family's influence to investigate her whereabouts. He had thought Bai Sheng Yi had encountered some misfortune within.
An unspoken sense of gratitude washed over Bai Sheng Yi, but she was not one to express such feelings easily. She merely shook her head, keeping the sentiment in her heart.
"No injuries, I'm perfectly fine."
Chu Tian Le and Feng Wu Ya were both tacitly understanding and did not ask what had happened during Bai Sheng Yi's treatment.
Only Feng Wu Ya curiously inquired, "Sheng Yi, did you obtain the Nine Nether Desolate Fire? Can you show it to us?"
Bai Sheng Yi: ... gave an awkward smile.
"If it's inconvenient, then never mind," Feng Wu Ya fluttered his small handkerchief.
Bai Sheng Yi said helplessly, "It's not that it's inconvenient, it's... Ah, due to some unmentionable reasons, it's gone."
Bai Sheng Yi sighed with a hint of melancholy.
She also wanted to carefully examine the Nine Nether Desolate Fire she had obtained at such a great cost, but who could have imagined the Cycle Pen would be so impatient!
Feng Wu Ya's mouth twitched upon hearing the reason, not knowing what to say.
On their way back to the inn, Feng Wu Ya and Chu Tian Le kept telling Bai Sheng Yi about noteworthy opponents in the subsequent team matches and conflicts among the assessors.
However, by the time they returned, the arrangements for the arena matches had still not been released. Chu Tian Le and Feng Wu Ya urged Bai Sheng Yi to rest first.
Bai Sheng Yi did not refuse. Although she felt physically well, she was mentally exhausted and also worried about the Cycle Pen's condition.
Bai Sheng Yi returned to her room and immediately tried to contact the Cycle Pen, but it remained unresponsive.
So, Bai Sheng Yi flopped onto the bed, rolled up in the covers, let out a sigh, and drifted into a deep sleep.
While she slept soundly and comfortably, the auction house was experiencing an unprecedented "storm."
"You mean to tell me this is the so-called final auction item?" Qin Si stared coldly at the woman bending over not far away, his face as grim as frost.
Fang Yao, whose professional smile was usually impeccable, almost lost her composure. Her usually adept mind was in disarray, and she deeply regretted her actions.
Why did she have to come to report to her master at this moment? Why was she so reckless!
The room felt like a mid-winter blizzard, chillingly cold, with the atmospheric pressure at its absolute lowest.
Yet, Fang Yao had to steel herself and reply, "Yes."
"Are you people employed to waste spirit stones?"
He was implicitly calling them "useless."
"Go and replace it!" Qin Si commanded icily. "If we don't have at least Earth-grade low-tier spirit artifacts, or Sixth-grade peak or higher pills, this auction can be canceled!"
He fixed his gaze on Fang Yao, "In our auction house, we prefer scarcity to poor quality!"
These last few words made Fang Yao's heart tremble.
"Yes."
She could only manage this one word. Upon hearing him say "You may leave," she felt as though she had been granted a great pardon and quickly scurried out.
Then, she bumped into the human-shaped Chui Ming.
Fang Yao was familiar with Chui Ming, so she quickly approached her, forcing a smile, and asked, "Sister Chui Ming, is Master in some kind of trouble? Why is she..." like she'd swallowed a gunpowder barrel?
Unexpectedly, Chui Ming's expression was also very gloomy. She cast a complex glance at Fang Yao, as if looking at a warrior.
Fang Yao touched her face, wondering if something was on it, or if she had offended Chui Ming. Why was Chui Ming also in a bad mood?
Although this grumpy old sister was unhappy 360 days a year, she was usually quite kind to them.
Fang Yao couldn't help but ask, "Sister Chui Ming, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
"Don't mind him, just do your own work. I have guests, so I'll be going now," Chui Ming replied with a brief comfort, speaking decisively.
Only then did Fang Yao notice that behind Chui Ming was another person, a familiar woman.
It was Mo Shu Xin, whom she had met not long ago!
She felt a slight surprise and curiosity about what was happening, but she managed to control herself, cast a backward glance, and hurried away.
She felt that her own life was more important.
Mo Shu Xin had a small, unhappy face, and Chui Ming also had a resentful and depressed face. Then, their unhappiness instantly exploded when they heard Qin Si's words.
"What did you say?"
"Say that again?"
Chui Ming and Mo Shu Xin uttered the same high-pitched and sharp questions, glaring "fiercely" at Qin Si.