“Calm down and relax.” Xu Yangyi’s remark caused the exhilarated look on Mao Ba’er’s face to finally settle. 

An auction? This idea seemed good. However, it was necessary of Xu Yangyi to make corresponding preparation for an auction. Two hundred years later in the End of Days, the first medicinal pill had emerged in the world. What kind of scene would appear?

Madness didn’t need to be said, and wild scrambling was a given. Nonetheless, to Xu Yangyi, guaranteeing his own safety was paramount. How many would come to investigate the origin of this medicinal pill? How many would care for the person who refined this medicinal pill? What would they do?

The pill-elixir market was bound to suffer an intense shock. It didn’t need to be said that the Bountiful Treasures Pavilion would overturn their entire pavilion’s strength to look for him. If he was found, what would happen?

“Now still isn’t the time for me to announce my identity.” Xu Yangyi said apathetically, “If it’s an auction, I’ll have to show up in person.”

These words sobered Mao Ba’er and Li Zongyuan. Silent, after what seemed to be a minute, Mao Ba’er took the medicinal pill and placed it in Li Zongyuan’s hand, his face deadpan. “That’s right… Now still isn’t the time to show your face, but you don’t don’t have to personally step in. If you need something, just inform the auction official.”

“No…” Xu Yangyi dangerously narrowed his eyes. “What I want… requires immediate transaction.” Presently, of the five allotted years for the necessary mission...