The fat merchant's fleshy face trembled violently at the price of two thousand gold coins. He wished he could slap himself a few times. Why hadn't he waited longer to call it sold?

"No, I absolutely can't let these two thousand gold coins slip away!" Thinking of this, he quickly shouted, "Someone bid two thousand gold coins, is there anyone higher..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on his neck. He subconsciously lowered his head and saw a gleaming, sharp knife pressed against his throat.

"You...you quickly let go... This is a gathering point for the Leap to Immortality Assembly. How dare you commit violence?" The fat merchant stammered the first half of his sentence, but after realizing that Mo Wuji probably wouldn't dare to act, his words became much smoother.

It was Mo Wuji who was holding the knife to the fat merchant's neck. Seeing Mo Wuji draw his blade, everyone looked at him in astonishment. Just as the fat merchant had said, daring to use a knife here was like an old man hanging himself – tired of living.

Mo Wuji chuckled, "Fatty, you already agreed to my price. That means a verbal contract has been formed between us. At this point, neither you nor I can go back on our word. You know this is a gathering point for the Leap to Immortality Assembly. If the Immortal Masters knew you dared to do shady business here, go back on your word, and disregard the rules set by the Immortal Masters, creating chaos at the assembly gathering point and unilaterally breaking a verbal contract, do you know what would happen?"

Mo Wuji paused deliberately, then sneered a few times, "I'm afraid you'll earn the money but not have the life to spend it. I'm not in a hurry to kill you, I just need to report you to the Immortal Master in charge here."

After speaking, Mo Wuji really put away the knife, looking at the fat merchant with disdain.

Cold sweat poured down the fat merchant's face. If Mo Wuji didn't pursue the matter, he would be fine. But how could someone who dared to bid a thousand gold coins for a female slave not pursue such a loss? He had only seen the gold coins and forgotten the danger.

Going back on his word was definitely impossible. So many people had seen and heard it; if he went back on his word, he would die faster.

"Hehe, I'm very sorry. I made a mistake just now. I was blinded by greed and forgot that I had already reached an agreement with you." The fat man put on a flattering smile, handing Mo Wuji the chain that bound the woman and a key. Compared to a thousand gold coins, his life was more important.

Mo Wuji snorted, directly opened the chain, and discarded the key and chain. At the same time, he took out one thousand and one gold coins and one copper coin from his pocket and tossed them to the fat merchant.

If it wasn't to save this girl who might be from his clan, he definitely wouldn't have been so easy to talk to. Even if he were to buy her, he would only give fifty to a hundred gold coins at most.

But Mo Wuji didn't care. After seeing this fat man selling a woman from the Northern Qin County King's family, he had no intention of letting him go.

The folding fan man's face was gloomy, but he didn't dare to challenge any of the rules and regulations of the Leap to Immortality Assembly. He could only watch helplessly as Mo Wuji led the girl away from the fat merchant.

The fat merchant quickly flattered the folding fan man humbly, "This young master, I have even better ones here. Number thirty-one is not only beautiful but also proficient in various musical instruments. When it comes to serving people, number thirty-one is the best I have..."

"Is that so? Fatty, you had even better ones and didn't bring them out sooner? I'll take that number thirty-one too. I'll bid a thousand gold coins," Mo Wuji said quickly, not even waiting for the folding fan man to speak.

The folding fan man had lost face earlier to Mo Wuji and was already extremely angry. The only reason he hadn't exploded was because he was wary of the Leap to Immortality Assembly's rules. Now that number thirty-one was brought up, how could he let Mo Wuji embarrass him again? He didn't believe that a mere servant could compete with him in wealth.

"Two thousand gold coins." The folding fan man stared at Mo Wuji with disdain, his tone arrogant as he placed his bid.

The fat merchant was stunned. He hadn't even introduced number thirty-one, and these two guys were already bidding. Then, he became ecstatic. This was going to make him a fortune!

"Three thousand gold coins," Mo Wuji said casually.

"Five thousand."

"Six thousand..."

"Ten thousand gold coins!" The folding fan man's blood rushed to his head. How dare a lowly ant servant be so arrogant?

Mo Wuji saw a slightly older man whisper a few words into the folding fan man's ear. The heat on the folding fan man's face subsided, and his eyes regained some calm from their frenzy.

"Not bad, you really are a rich man. I really can't come up with that much money." After saying that, Mo Wuji pulled the girl he had bought and said to Ding Bu'er, who was completely stunned, "Bu'er, let's go."

At this point, how could the folding fan man not know that Mo Wuji was trying to trick him? He was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead. He wished he could immediately order people to arrest Mo Wuji and flay him alive. Unfortunately, this wasn't his kingdom, and he didn't have the guts to do so.

"Jia Jing, pay up." The folding fan man snorted, not even bothering to see what the number thirty-one girl looked like, and turned to leave.

The most delighted was the fat merchant. Today, just from these two female slaves, he had earned one or two years' worth of profit.

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"Wuji, that fatty isn't a good person either. Although you tricked that annoying guy, you made the fatty richer," Ding Bu'er said, following beside Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji smiled, "Made him richer? Hehe, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Daring to sell members of the Mo family as female slaves, Mo Wuji had long regarded this fatty as a dead man. The reason he dared to bid such high prices was because he wasn't afraid of actually paying.

"I'll go see if Zhenyi-dage and Shiyi-niang are here, you go back first." Ding Bu'er knew that Mo Wuji had things to say to this Mo family girl and voluntarily excused himself.

Mo Wuji brought the girl into the tent and closed it.

The girl stared at Mo Wuji warily. In her eyes, Mo Wuji, the folding fan man, and the fat merchant were all the same kind of people, the kind of people she loathed.

"What's your name?" Mo Wuji asked after sitting down, not minding the girl's wariness.

"Mo Xiangtong." After saying her name, the girl still pursed her lips and looked at Mo Wuji cautiously.

"What do you call Mo Tiancheng, the County King of Northern Qin County?" Mo Wuji asked again.

Mo Xiangtong wasn't surprised. Everyone knew she was from the Northern Qin County, "County King Tiancheng is considered my paternal uncle. My father and County King Tiancheng are considered cousins."

Mo Wuji stared at Mo Xiangtong in some surprise. It turned out that Mo Xiangtong was actually a generation older than him. Logically, he should call Mo Xiangtong aunt.

"My name is Mo Wuji. Mo Tiancheng is considered my grandfather. So you understand why I wanted to save you, right?" Mo Wuji felt somewhat emotional and then explained.

Mo Xiangtong was even more shocked than Mo Wuji when she heard his words. She was stunned for a long time before asking uncertainly, "You're the Little County King..."

Mo Wuji smiled wryly, "What Little County King? I'm probably the only one left in the County King's direct line. The Northern Qin County no longer belongs to our Mo family."

Mo Xiangtong trembled all over, her eyes turned red, and tears welled up.

(Today's update is here, good night friends!)

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