Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 213 - 79: Auction House (Part 5)

At least,

no one could see through it.

In their eyes, it seemed like Fang Zheng was doing his utmost to help, but unfortunately, he didn't know how to coordinate, which led to Hundred Households Commander He missing a great opportunity.

Such a false accusation and slander, even the soldiers of the Anxi Army found it hard to watch.

However, no one spoke out to explain for Fang Zheng since it wasn't worth offending Hundred Households Commander He for a stranger.

"Hiss..."

The nearby soldiers raised their swords and sabers in silence, pointing at Fang Zheng, a killing intent spreading in the air, ready to clear out the 'traitor' once the Households Commander gave the command.

The people of Gu'an County looked at each other, eyes filled with desolation.

No matter how well or how diligently you performed, a small displeasure could label you a traitor, leaving you with no words to defend yourself.

"Hmm..."

Households Commander Ming sat upright on his horse, looking down:

"Fang Zheng, do you have anything to say?"

"Fang is of low ability; though I achieved Three Blood, the time was too short to assist Lord Hundred Households in capturing the traitor, and that indeed is my fault." Fang Zheng clasped his hands:

"But to say that Fang deliberately let that person escape is absolutely not the case!"

"Nonsense!" Hundred Households Commander He squinted his eyes:

"Without you, I would have taken that person down already. Do you dare say you don't know that person just now?"

The more he thought about it, the more rational it seemed, even recalling the scene earlier, vaguely grasping that Fang Zheng's supposed assistance was actually an interception.

He couldn't help but slap his thigh.

"My lord, this person must have a problem, better to kill wrongly than to let go!"

"Fang is a native of Gu'an County and also a martial artist; to say I don't recognize anyone indeed sounds unbelievable." Fang Zheng's face tightened, and he said:

"But in these days, Fang has always been at the forefront in killing the enemy, never disobeying orders..."

"Nonsense!"

"Lord, please see clearly!"

"You are a traitor!"

"..."

"Enough!" Households Commander Ming's voice sank, interrupting the two:

"What is all this bickering about turning into?"

"It's just that a traitor escaped, just catch them next time. Fang Zheng, pay more attention in the future, let this be it for now."

"My lord!" Hundred Households Commander He looked up, stunned:

"You..."

"What?" Households Commander Ming looked down:

"Do you have an objection?"

"No..." Hundred Households Commander He's body shivered, quickly lowering his head:

"This subordinate dares not."

"Hmph!" Households Commander Ming snorted coldly:

"I know you've climbed up to Households Commander Li, but since you still work under me, be honest, don't make me say it a second time."

"Thud!"

Hundred Households Commander He directly fell to his knees, drenched in sweat:

"This subordinate dares not."

Households Commander Ming lightly tugged the reins:

"I reckon you don't dare either."

"Go!"

As one horseman passed, everyone stepped aside to clear the way. After Households Commander Ming went far, others threw Fang Zheng perplexed glances.

What's going on?

Lord Thousand Households actually favored an outsider?

Not to mention the people of Gu'an County, even the Anxi Army soldiers were puzzled.

Fang Zheng was equally at a loss, even prepared to resist at any moment if necessary.

As thoughts raced, he glanced at Wu Hai behind him and others.

Could it be...

because of the Hu Ben Army?

"Hmph!"

Hundred Households Commander He got up from the ground, giving a cold look:

"Fang, don't let me catch a chance, or else..."

"Bang!"

He suddenly swung his mace, smashing the rock table beside him.

"Hundred Households Commander He." Fang Zheng saw this and chuckled:

"Rocks don't move, breaking them doesn't demonstrate your ability."

"You..."

Hundred Households Commander He opened his eyes wide, angrier but found it funny:

"Fine, fine!"

"Don't think having Lord Thousand Households to protect you makes you safe, we'll see!"

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Besides various stalls and shops selling all sorts of items in the West Market, the Anxi Army merchants also had high-end venues, akin to auctions.

Items sold at these auctions were more fine and rare.

By evening.

The sky dimmed slightly.

In a courtyard that had been simply modified.

"Resentful Soul Silk!"

One person held it with a single hand, a few strands suspended palm-up like hair, introduced:

"This is made from the grievance accumulation of dead Underworld Souls, once stained, it's like maggots in one's bones, giving nightmares day and night."

"Eventually causing one to die as their Divine Essence depletes."

"If refined into magical artifacts or weapons, they have miraculous effects."

"Selling for one hundred taels of silver!"

"One hundred and ten taels!"

"One hundred and twenty taels!"

"..."

Fang Zheng withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent.

Resentful Soul Silk was something Evil Demons often crafted, harming people similarly to the Soul Nailing Spell, only with a shorter effect time.

Magic can break it!

A twenty-tael per session Great Dip can also break it.

Its selling price exceeding a hundred taels was mainly due to its volume—over a dozen strands; otherwise, ten taels of silver would be its most.

Finally,

it was sold for one hundred and fifty taels of silver.

"Chain Crossbow!"

The next item brought out on stage drew much interest.

"This can be attached to the arm, firing arrows swiftly and unexpectedly; at close range, an ambush could potentially even strike a Martial Artist."

"Of course, given the arrow's power, it likely can't penetrate a Martial Artist's Protective Qi."

"But against a Blood Martial Artist, there should be no issue!"

"Starting price, one hundred and fifty taels of silver!"

The hand crossbow was small yet intricately designed, the materials used would be expensive even in modern society; a price of one hundred and fifty taels of silver is not costly.

The key is ordinary people can use it too.

Not all wealthy people spend money and time on martial arts; rather, the wealthier tend to indulge in luxury.

Only the desperate poor would go all out in martial arts, hoping to rise through ranks.

In case of danger, such an item could save one's life.

The bidding,

quickly rose to two hundred taels.

"Young Master Fang." Someone approached quietly:

"News about the Vein-Protecting Pill you wanted is here."

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:

"Where?"