Within the Red Dragon Association, harmony is not absolute.

The relationships and interests among the twelve branches are intricately complex.

However, these matters are usually kept behind closed doors; public internal strife is a first.

"Young master, don't be impulsive..."

The bodyguard beside Xiang Jinghui spoke again.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing!"

Xiang Jinghui pouted, his expression a bit sullen.

Although he is the Young Hall Master of the Dog Hall, Meng Wantang is unmistakably the Tiger Hall Master.

In terms of status, he is on par with Xiang Jinghui's father.

Moreover, the overall strength of the Tiger Hall is significantly stronger than that of the Dog Hall.

Therefore, even though Xiang Jinghui knew that Meng Wantang was standing up for Qin Chuan, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger.

Next, Xiang Jinghui no longer bid, and the Nine Dragon Pill Furnace smoothly fell into Meng Wantang's hands.

However, Meng Wantang didn't immediately hand the furnace over to Qin Chuan. Instead, after acquiring the furnace, he held it in his hand and played with it.

Qin Chuan glanced at Meng Wantang, who looked indifferent, and couldn't help but frown.

"Mr. Qin, should we now...?" Elder Jiang hesitantly consulted.

"Stay and enjoy the show."

A cold light flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes: "Let's also trip up Xiang Jinghui."

Revenge is not something Qin Chuan shies away from.

Even if he can't snatch the item Xiang Jinghui wants, at least he can make him pay more.

After this little episode, the auction resumed.

However, neither Qin Chuan nor Xiang Jinghui participated in the upcoming items.

Until the very end of the auction, when a string of prayer beads appeared in front of everyone.

This string was made up of thirty-six white jade beads and thirty-six black jade beads, exhibiting two distinct colors of black and white.

"Taoist Yin Yang Beads from the Qin and Han Dynasties..."

The master of ceremonies began the usual introduction of the prayer beads' background.

Qin Chuan noticed that as soon as the prayer beads appeared, a fervent look flashed in Xiang Jinghui's eyes.

Apparently, Xiang Jinghui's target today was this string of prayer beads.

With this thought, Qin Chuan couldn't help but take another look at the prayer beads.

The beads were half black and half white, presenting a complementary yin-yang stance.

Like the black and white pieces on a chessboard, though they clash, they ultimately achieve a subtle balance.

"Spiritual power fluctuations?"

Qin Chuan furrowed his brow, discovering the beads' extraordinary nature.

There was a faint shimmer around the beads, as if covered by a thin mist, obscuring their true appearance.

Once the mist dissipates, this string of prayer beads will regain its original brilliance.

"This is a magical artifact!"

Qin Chuan thought to himself.

According to the Nine Dragon Creation Skill, a magical artifact is something containing an array.

Even the Nine Dragon Pill Furnace is considered a type of magical artifact.

Magical artifacts have many uses: they can be used to defeat enemies, protect oneself, aid in cultivation, or even in alchemy and medicine-making.

As for the purpose of this string of prayer beads, Qin Chuan was momentarily uncertain.

"Yin Yang Beads, starting bid, eight hundred thousand."

As soon as the words fell, many collectors promptly raised their numbered plates.

The price quickly rose to one million.

A look of disdain flashed across Xiang Jinghui's face as he raised his number: "One million two hundred thousand!"

His declaration instantly deterred several collectors.

Money wasn't the main issue; it was the fear of Xiang Jinghui's status.

Of course, some weren't afraid of Xiang Jinghui and directly raised their number, pushing the price even higher.

Without hesitation, Xiang Jinghui declared: "One million five hundred thousand, these prayer beads are for my father's birthday, and they are mine!"

He directly invoked Xiang Dongsheng's name, intimidating everyone.

Sure enough, after he said this, no one else bid.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan expressionlessly raised his number: "One million five hundred thousand and one."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Jinghui's gaze shot fiercely towards Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan didn't even bother to glance at him.

"You want to play with me, huh."

Xiang Jinghui spat and bid again: "One million six hundred thousand!"

"One million six hundred thousand and one!"

"One million seven..."

"One million seven hundred thousand and one!"

"Damn it! Can't your Phantom Group do something about this disruption?"

Xiang Jinghui felt a bit aggrieved, feeling embarrassed as someone who played with eagles got pecked in the eye.

"So when you bid it's normal, but when I bid, it's a disruption?"

Qin Chuan retaliated with Xiang Jinghui's own logic.

However, he didn't expect the auctioneer to ignore him completely and remind curtly: "Sir, please refrain from maliciously inflating the price, or we will have you removed."

"Uh..."

Qin Chuan smacked his lips, somewhat speechless. I'm helping you make money, and this is how you treat me?

"Country bumpkin, want to play with me? Do you qualify?" Xiang Jinghui scoffed.

Clearly, the auction favored Xiang Jinghui but not Qin Chuan.

This was a typical scene: on one side, someone with stature, on the other, a greenhorn.

The auction house knew exactly whom to side with.

"This is power, this is reality, truly bullshit!" Qin Chuan cursed inwardly.

"One million seven hundred thousand and two!"

A slender arm raised the bid again.

"Meng Wantang, you damn..."

Xiang Jinghui, thinking it was settled, suddenly widened his eyes.

"Hmm?!"

Meng Wantang said nothing, but with a mere glance, she forced Xiang Jinghui to swallow his words.

"One million eight hundred thousand!"

Xiang Jinghui was on the verge of grinding his teeth to powder.

"One million eight hundred thousand and one."

"One million nine..."

"One million nine hundred thousand and one."

The elegant Meng Wantang reclined in her seat, her demeanor lazy yet exuding grace.

If Shi Qing's charm was that of an exalted queen, then hers was that of a noble lady.

Every gesture, every movement radiated a noble and refined aura.

Finally, the price reached two million three hundred thousand, and Xiang Jinghui couldn't hold back anymore.

The auction didn't stop Meng Wantang like they did Qin Chuan previously.

In their minds, it was perfectly clear.

This was an internal matter of the Red Dragon Association, and they naturally wouldn't interfere.

Human relationships and reality were vividly on display.

Those without money or power here could only become the playthings of the wealthy.

"Hall Master Meng! This is an internal matter of the Red Dragon Association; it's not necessary to let outsiders laugh at us." Xiang Jinghui spoke, barely holding back his anger.

"That's true."

Meng Wantang nodded, glanced in Qin Chuan's direction, and then casually said, "Two million three hundred thousand and one."

"You!"

Xiang Jinghui was at a loss for words, his face turning beet-red as though something choked his throat.

"Nobody tells me what to do, not even Xiang Dongsheng. Do you dare?"

After placing her bid, Meng Wantang casually glanced at Xiang Jinghui, paying him no mind.

Xiang Jinghui clenched his fists. His teeth ground audibly.

But that was all he could do.

Confronting Meng Wantang, he dared not utter any harsh words, forced to watch helplessly as she secured the Yin Yang Beads.

"I guess I'll have to involve my father." Xiang Jinghui fumed.

Meng Wantang, upon obtaining the Yin Yang Beads, along with the Nine Dragon Pill Furnace she previously bid on, approached Qin Chuan.

In Xiang Jinghui's presence, she said, "Mr. Qin, please accept these with a smile."

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