CHAPTER 639: 245 HUMAN NATURE EVIL_3

"Do you know what the grand finale auction item is?" Leng Xingshuang glanced over and asked.

Gu Bichen had no knowledge of medicinal herbs. He was here today merely to broaden his horizons. He shook his head and replied honestly, "I don’t know."

But it must be extremely valuable.

"It’s a thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma."

Gu Bichen looked at her, "A thousand years?"

"Don’t doubt it—it really is a thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma. Purple Ganoderma grows in the harshest cold regions, and its surroundings are often home to ferocious beasts and giant pythons, which make it nearly impossible for ordinary people to harvest. Roughly two hundred years ago, during the Yue Dynasty, there was a glacier tribe called Yangluo. To survive, they offered their tribe’s most precious treasure, the Purple Ganoderma, to the Yue Dynasty. At the time, the royal hospital director was my ancestor, and he confirmed that it was indeed a Purple Ganoderma over nine hundred years old. Ever since, it was kept in the royal collection. Later, during wartime chaos, it was stolen by the Wei family. Now, it’s been more than a thousand years. You think about it—after all this time, the Purple Ganoderma might have cultivated itself into an immortal being, like Bai Suzhen! Do you think it might turn into a stunningly handsome man?"

Leng Xingshuang grew increasingly excited as she spoke.

Gu Bichen’s attention was clearly elsewhere. "Given how precious the Purple Ganoderma is, why would the Wei family willingly offer it up?"

Leng Xingshuang shrugged. "When you steal something, there always comes a time to give it back. That’s just Heavenly Dao’s cycle of karma. But, Bichen, Madam Yu schemed against you so much the other day—she sort of deserves it."

Leng Xingshuang cast a glance downward and snorted, "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Wei Zhuhua made her rounds among the crowd before lifting her dress and ascending the stairs.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring VIP box, Leng Shan’s brows furrowed tightly. "What Mei Fei Family’s young master?"

Cui Qi shrugged helplessly. "Siland from the Mei Fei Family."

Leng Shan gave a disdainful snort. "I don’t care if it’s Mei Fei or Lan Fei. Tonight’s auction—I’m determined to win the Purple Ganoderma."

"Old Sir Leng, don’t underestimate this young man. Forget about the Mei Fei Family behind him—just considering his personal achievements, he’s no ordinary character. In just half a year, do you know how much of a storm he’s stirred in the domestic investment world? If he truly has eyes on the Purple Ganoderma and makes a move, there’s bound to be a fierce battle. Instead of letting the Wei family reap the benefits, wouldn’t it be better to negotiate privately?"

Leng Shan made an immediate decision. "Take me to meet him."

For the first time, Leng Shan tasted the bitterness of being turned away at the door.

Cui Qi wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Mr. Leng, this young master has a slightly willful temperament. Please don’t get angry... "

"Hmph. I’m curious to see how he plans to compete with me." Leng Shan flung his sleeves and left.

At eight o’clock sharp, the auction officially began.

The first item was the Jade Mountain Snow Lotus. Naturally, anything that makes it to the auction stage is the cream of the crop. The bidding started off fiercely, and it eventually sold for two million.

This was just the appetizer—the atmosphere steadily heated up.

The second item was the rare Snow Mountain Cordyceps.

The price climbed steadily, finally fetching 2.9 million, claimed by a wealthy bidder.

The wealthy man was so thrilled he couldn’t contain his grin. Items from Tianbao Pavilion are guaranteed to be top-quality—not only valuable for collectors but also impressive as gifts. They were far better than those antique vases or paintings and calligraphy.

Elderly individuals aren’t interested in pretentious aesthetics; they prefer practical health tonics that aid longevity. After all, who wouldn’t want blessings of health and extended life?

Following that, the bidding became highly intense over items like deer antler and ginseng.

This world has never lacked wealthy individuals, and Tianbao Pavilion’s reputation speaks for itself. Plenty of rich individuals with more money than sense competed for the treasures on display.

Wei Zhuhua took a sip of tea to moisten her throat. "Has our Wei family really fallen to such a state?"

"Sis, the Leng family has been pressuring us intensely lately. If we don’t proactively hand over the Purple Ganoderma, we might not even be able to keep the Tianbao Pavilion name."

"Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I know your days in the Yu family haven’t been easy. How could I bring such trouble to you? Besides, the Yu family has always stayed out of economic battles—it’s better not to bring you more frustration. The Leng family covets nothing more than the Purple Ganoderma. Instead of taking the blows passively, why not turn the tables to our advantage?"

Wei Zhuhua shot him a glance. "What do you mean?"

The man curled his lips into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with cunning. "If the Purple Ganoderma ends up in the Leng family’s hands, whether it’s a blessing or a curse is still uncertain. Never underestimate humanity’s capacity for evil. Sis, that matriarch in your family—she’s terrified of death, isn’t she?"

Wei Zhuhua sat up straight abruptly.