Chapter 71: Gusu Murong Fu, Put Down the Beef Noodles (Second Update)

"This is going too far!"

Below the arena, a crowd of martial artists from the Wu Lin, seeing the Xixia Yipintang showing off their power here, immediately grew displeased.

"Foreigners must have ulterior motives; how can we let them outdo us!"

Among the crowd of martial artists, someone spoke in anger.

Immediately, a series of gazes turned toward him, as if looking at a Bai Chi.

Does that even need to be said?

If you are unhappy with the view, just make an offer!

The key question is, can you afford it?

The crowd thought lightly to themselves, then ignored this person.

This is one hundred thousand taels of silver, not a small sum.

Even among the many martial arts sects present, only a few could produce such an amount.

"Your Highness, should we...?"

In front of the crowd, at the position of the Dali Duan clan, someone asked quietly.

But Duan Zhengchun ahead merely shook his head.

A bowl of egg fried rice is nothing to fear.

It is the bowl of beef noodles behind it that is truly terrifying.

Thirty years of pure internal energy cultivation; if that were taken by foreigners, it would indeed be a headache.

For a moment, as the crowd fell silent, Monk Xuanji glanced at the people of the Xixia Yipintang, then made his decision.

"Very well, the first item is confirmed, won by the Xixia Yipintang!"

Regarding the egg fried rice being won by foreigners, Abbot Xuan Ci did not worry so much.

The other party merely obtained a bowl of egg fried rice; as long as our Shaolin exists, nothing is a problem.

"Next is the second item: beef noodles!"

With the first item concluded, Monk Xuanji took the opportunity to begin the second.

Unlike the egg fried rice of the first item, the beef noodles of the second item fell silent right from the start.

Thirty years of internal energy cultivation; everyone wants it.

Moreover, the egg fried rice before cost one hundred thousand taels of silver; this beef noodles will absolutely be even more expensive.

Many martial artists present, their purses empty, were already preparing to use a more direct method later.

If we cannot beat these Shaolin bald donkeys, can we not beat the auctioneers?

"Hehe, since no one is bidding, then my Xixia Yipintang bids two hundred thousand taels of silver!"

The representative of the Xixia Yipintang, who had already won the egg fried rice, seeing no one bid, sneered coldly.

However, as soon as his words fell, the Dali Duan clan, who had not acted until now, immediately made a bid.

"Three hundred thousand taels of silver!"

Once the bid was placed, the terrifying price made the crowd gasp in shock.

Someone really bid three hundred thousand taels.

"What, does the Dali Duan clan also wish to contend with my Xixia?"

Seeing that the bidder was the Dali Duan clan, the representative of the Xixia Yipintang became somewhat more restrained.

"It is merely fair competition!"

Duan Zhengchun raised his hand; his words were as refreshing as a spring breeze, but his attitude was unyielding.

This, in turn, caused the people of the Xixia Yipintang to feel a headache.

Bidding higher would be somewhat not worth it.

"For this item, my Gusu Murong clan bids one hundred thousand taels, plus a thousand-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus!"

Just as the Xixia hesitated, Gusu Murong Fu on the other side spoke out directly.

Since being defeated by Duan Yu last time, his reputation had suffered greatly.

This time, no matter what, he must secure this beef noodles.

For this, even if he went bankrupt, it would be worth it.

"Young Master, you..."

Seeing Gusu Murong Fu even bring out the family heirloom Snow Lotus, Bao Buping did not know how to dissuade him.

This is going all in!

At the Shaolin Temple, Abbot Xuan Ci, upon hearing "thousand-year-old Snow Lotus," his eyes immediately lit up.

Compared to three hundred thousand taels of silver, he wanted this Tianshan Snow Lotus even more.

Without hesitation, Abbot Xuan Ci directly transmitted his voice to Monk Xuanji.

And on the arena, hearing Abbot Xuan Ci's transmitted voice, Monk Xuanji also formed a plan.

"Very good, now Young Master Gusu Murong has the highest bid; does anyone else have anything to say?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd was stunned.

Clearly, no one expected a thousand-year-old Snow Lotus to be worth two hundred thousand taels of silver.

This left the crowd of martial artists somewhat dumbfounded.

Has Shaolin gone mad?

A thousand-year-old Snow Lotus is indeed rare.

But it is not worth two hundred thousand taels of silver, is it?

However, since Shaolin has spoken, the crowd could not say much more.

Seeing Gusu Murong Fu bid so high, many directly gave up.

Only the Dali Duan clan and the Xixia Yipintang could afford such a price.

If they didn't bid, it was clearly because they were targeting Gusu Murong Fu.

On the stage, Monk Xuanji, seeing no further bids, waited a moment and confirmed the outcome.

"Very well, the second auction item is won by Young Master Gusu Murong!"

Both auction items had been purchased.

At Shaolin Temple, Abbot Xuan Ci silently calculated.

This time, his profits were simply enormous.

Even the most expensive beef noodle soup was only five hundred taels of silver.

In this single transaction, he had multiplied his gain two thousandfold.

Plus a thousand-year snow lotus—could there be anything sweeter than this?

On the stage, with the auction over.

The Xixia Yipintang group and Gusu Murong Fu's party stepped onto the stage.

The Xixia Yipintang members directly brought up several large chests, each filled with silver ingots worth one hundred thousand taels of silver.

On Gusu Murong Fu's side, there was likewise a chest of gold, silver, and jade artifacts, worth one hundred thousand taels of silver.

For this auction, Gusu Murong Fu had essentially emptied his entire fortune.

Behind the chests, a thousand-year snow lotus was also delivered.

Carefully taking the thousand-year snow lotus, Monk Xuanji handed the beef noodle soup to Gusu Murong Fu.

Compared to the beef noodle soup and these gold and silver items, the thousand-year snow lotus was far more important.

Carefully tended to, it was then passed into Abbot Xuan Ci's hands.

"Go!"

Abbot Xuan Ci glanced outside, then softly ordered, and immediately departed with the gold, silver, and snow lotus.

In the blink of an eye, they raced back inside the monastery gates and slammed them shut.

"Bang!"

The Shaolin Temple's main gate closed with a muffled boom that echoed around the stage.

Seeing this, Gusu Murong Fu was utterly stunned.

"Bad! Young Master, quickly eat the noodles!"

At this moment, Bao Budong, who had just arrived, cried out in alarm.

Below the stage, the Wu Lin cultivators who couldn't afford the bid now surged forward.

"Grab it! Whoever takes the beef noodle soup becomes the strongest in Wu Lin!"

"Die, the beef noodle soup is mine!"

"Whoever stands in my way dies—Gusu Murong Fu, hand over the beef noodle soup!"

"…………"

Roars erupted as countless figures charged toward the stage.

At this very moment, on the stage, Gusu Murong Fu's mind was completely scrambled.

Shaolin bald monks, do you have any sense of contractual integrity?

At least wait until I've finished eating the beef noodle soup before you leave!

And aren't these people blind?

I'm Gusu Murong Fu, the Southern Gusu Murong alongside Northern Qiao Feng!

You ignore the egg fried rice and come after me?

Do you think Gusu Murong Fu is easy to bully?

As he thought this, Gusu Murong Fu fled while simultaneously gobbling down the beef noodle soup.

This sight enraged everyone.

Gusu Murong Fu, drop the beef noodle soup right now!