The Fleeceflower was a fake. Wilbur could hardly believe it. He searched through the Fleeceflower with his spirit energy once more. It was indeed a fake. The Fleeceflower had been modified with spiritual energy to emit that black glow and herbal fragrance to trick the crowd. It was actually only around two thousand years old, far from the thirty thousand years it was being promoted in terms of age and worth. Wilbur looked at Bruce in disbelief. He owned this place and was a peak Ambience cultivator too. There was no way he did not know the Fleeceflower was a fake. It seemed like there was only one possibility to the situation, then. Bruce, being a peak Ambience level cultivator, had created the fake Fleeceflower himself. With the help of professional alchemist like Eliam and Jon, it was very possible for him to do so. Wilbur glanced at all three men, falling deep into thought. Why were they selling a fake spiritual herb on their own grounds? Were they not digging their
"The bidding for the Fleeceflower starts now at a starting price of five hundred million dollars with an increment of ten million dollars per bid. You may begin." Upon Bruce's words, the auctioneer knocked the hammer on the table and the bidding commenced. Hands were in the air at once. Even though most of these people knew that they would not get the Fleeceflower for sure, even taking part in the bidding would give them bragging rights for years to come. That was what most of the people who raised their hands thought, and the price of the Fleeceflower quickly rose to 600 million dollars. None of the Eldor Four had moved at all. None of them were in a hurry. Wilbur furrowed his brows, starting to grow anxious on behalf of the bumbling idiot who had brought him here. He knew that Leonard would bid for it for sure, and he was going to get what he wanted if Wilbur did not stop him. Just as the price was around six hundred and seventy million dollars, Reed raised his hand and c
The crowd was buzzing with chatter then, with everyone marveling at the Eldor Four's power while some others were charmed. There were hardly any people powerful enough to be calling out prices by hundred-million-increments, were there? Amon smirked as Leonard got to his feet. "One billion and seven hundred million." "One billion and eight hundred million," Reed piped up as well. Brody chuckled. "One billion and nine hundred million." "Two billion," Leonard called out, hellbent on winning. Wilbur sighed to himself, shaking his head. Just then, Bruce raised his hand for the auctioneer to stop. Bruce smiled. "Mister Thatcher, I'm sorry for the interruption. I don't mean to question your power, but I'm sure you won't have two billion dollars in your cash, do you?" Wilbur looked over at Bruce, watching him play his part in the act. Leonard chuckled. "You're right, sir. I don't have that much money in cash, but do they?" Leonard looked over at Amon and the rest of the E
"Two billion and one hundred million!" Amon was the first to shout. Brody did not back down either. "Two billion and two hundred million." "Two billion and three hundred million," Reed said coldly. The crowd was at a loss for words. The Fleeceflower was definitely worth a lot of money, but these men would be making a loss if they kept bidding like this. Nonetheless, it seemed like none of them intended to stop, and the crowd could only watch on as they battled. Leonard sneered coldly. He was about to raise his hand, when Wilbur got to his feet and said, "I can't believe you're auctioning off a fake. Do you really think we're stupid?" "What?" Everyone was shocked to the core. Who the hell was this guy, and how dare he say such things? The expressions of the Eldor Four, excluding Leonard, changed drastically, and they looked over at Wilbur. Bruce's gaze flashed dangerously, as Eliam and Jon's expressions turned cold as they glowered at Wilbur. Leonard stared at Wilbur
Leonard looked at Wilbur coldly as well. "Mister Chairman, this man has nothing to do with me and his views and words are his own. I hope that much is clear." "You brought him here, so you can't just say that and call it a day," said Amon coldly. Leonard frowned, glaring at Wilbur. Even Catelyn glared at him too. Bruce let out a chuckle. "That's alright for now. Let's have the young man show us his skills before we decide on that." He then looked at Eliam, who waved a hand with a scoff. Two men brought a cauldron over, placing it in front of Wilbur. "Get him the materials required to make ten Spiritual Pills," Eliam ordered, and the two men hurried off to do as they were told at once. Wilbur glanced at the cauldron. It was made of copper, standing over a meter tall with two handles on each side. There were carvings of clouds and herons on it as well. Eliam said, "This is the cauldron I use to make pills. You're lucky enough today that I'm lending it to you. Do your best."
Everyone here was part of the cultivator circle and knew a thing or two about how this worked. Pills had to be made one by one. Was this man trying to be funny making all ten at once? Even Colter Finnegan, Eliam's master, would not do something like that. Just then, Eliam let out a loud peal of laughter. "The guy doesn't even know the basics! He's all talk. What a joke." The crowd laughed along. Leonard turned away, wanting nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him. Wilbur held out his arms, and two separate spiritual flames appeared beneath the cauldron. "He's at the Ambience level?" Everyone looked at Wilbur in disbelief, hardly daring to believe their eyes. No wonder this man could afford to talk a big talk. So, he was a prime Ambience level cultivator himself. Leonard stared at Wilbur in shock, and so did Catelyn. Eliam and Jon exchanged glances, their expressions turning even colder. Amon and the rest of the Eldor Four exchanged glances of shock
The crowd seemed to heave a sigh of relief at this as if they had expected this to happen. There would be nothing special about alchemy if anyone could master it just like that! Eliam stood up. "Are you saying that you failed at pill-making, then?" Everyone looked at Wilbur, waiting for him to speak up. Eliam's wrath would be unleashed on Wilbur the second he admitted he had failed. There was no way the chairman was going to let this shameless young man go either, not until he drew his last breath. Amon and the others were practically on the edge of their seats. They would have rushed over if they were not wary of Wilbur's Ambience level power. This man was out to ruin their plan, and there was no way he was getting out of there alive. Just as everyone was waiting for Wilbur to speak up, he said, "They might be defective, but they're far better than the shit your master made." He tossed the pill he was holding back into the cauldron after that. According to his Dragonsoul
Bruce turned purple in the face as he stared at the pill, unable to get a word out. Even a layman would be able to tell the difference between the two Spiritual Pills. There was nothing Bruce could say, be it in defense or in denial. The other businessmen and cultivators stared at Wilbur dumbly, unable to believe that this alchemist was so young. He was young, and he had made such a perfect Spiritual Pill… no, ten Spiritual Pills in one go! This man was practically a genius. Eliam's master could hardly compare to Wilbur, let alone Eliam himself. Eliam, Jon, Amon, and the rest turned to look at Bruce amidst their shock, waiting for him to say something. It was clear that Wilbur had proven himself, and he had not been exaggerating about his skills in the slightest. Now that the Spiritual Pills were completed, it was time to judge if the Fleeceflower was actually real or not. Of course, these men knew that the Fleeceflower would not be able to pass the inspection for sure. I