Not Enough

Everyone was silent on the carriage ride home. Wu Jian glanced at Zhou Lihua, who looked to be in a foul mood. He didn’t blame her.

Cì Chuān had completely disrupted the flow of her mini-auction for the last several sets of Meridian Opening and Middle-Grade Chi Gathering Pills. He would bid five hundred thousand spirit coins every time--a price none of the other cultivators present had been able to afford. To make matters worse, Zhou Lihua could not tell the man to piss off. They needed this money for the auction, so while it pained her, she had no choice but to allow him to buy the pills off her. No one else had that kind of money.

“I may have underestimated how much money we’ll need,” Zhou Lihua finally said after several long moments of stifling silence.

Hou Jingshu nodded. “I think you’re right. If Cì Chuān is here for the auction, then he’ll definitely do everything in his power to buy the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Spring Water for himself.”