Divine War Pill Emperor

Jiang Chen’s bid earned him Murong Xiangming’s admiration.

However, it also drew scorn and ridicule from many others.

They all thought Jiang Chen was a sucker.

Among them was Jiang Chen’s own father.

"Chen’er, why would you buy something so worthless?"

"No one else wants it. The point is, even if you buy it, you’ll just have to throw it away. Why waste the money?"

Jiang Han had always held his son, Jiang Chen, in high regard.

Of course, that was only after Jiang Chen had changed and made significant contributions to the family.

The profligate Jiang Chen from before had been a constant source of headaches for him.

He never said it out loud, but he now felt a constant sense of fatherly pride in the man Jiang Chen had become.

But now, Jiang Chen was bidding on this white feather that no one else cared about.

The facts were plain: Treasure Elephant Pavilion had stated that even Master Tian Mu, with his Martial King Cultivation, could do nothing with it. It was a lost cause for anyone else.

That Master Tian Mu was one of only two Martial King Experts in all of Hanwu City.

The other was the President of the Alchemy Master Union.

A Martial King Expert was helpless before a single feather, so the only option was to use an auction to unload it onto some sucker.

And now, that sucker was his son.

He wanted to stop him.

But Jiang Chen just shook his head. "It’s fine, Dad. I can just buy it as a toy."

PFFT!

Jiang Han nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

’This boy is actually determined to be a sucker.’

’Listen to him! Buying it as a toy!’

’This ungrateful brat!’

He was on the verge of a breakdown.

"You... spending over a hundred thousand on a toy?"

"Do you think you’re a child?"

As a father, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

Jiang Chen was sixteen years old, a grown man, yet he was still thinking about toys.

Just then, Xiao Yun, who was beside him, suddenly spoke up.

She gave Jiang Han’s arm a sharp tug.

"If our son likes it, then buy it for him."

"Can the Jiang Family not afford it?"

Xiao Yun was annoyed with her husband for refusing to buy their son a single toy.

Jiang Han didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Great. Mother and son were ganging up on him.

He waved his hand dismissively. "Fine, buy it. As long as our son is happy."

Xiao Yun rolled her eyes. "After all the treasures you’ve taken from our son, you have the nerve to complain? What’s a hundred-thousand-plus? You’re acting like it’ll bankrupt the Jiang Family."

After all, a hundred-thousand-plus was nothing compared to the Foundation Strengthening Pills Jiang Chen had given them.

A single Foundation Strengthening Pill was worth over a million, at the very least.

Knowing he couldn’t win an argument with his wife, Jiang Han fell silent.

It was a tacit agreement.

But then, Jiang Chen spoke up again.

He said to Jiang Han, "Father, I don’t need the Jiang Family’s money for this treasure. I have enough of my own."

So he said.

After all, he’d gotten 500,000 by trading a single Golden Healing Pill to Ximen Gong. And that was before his ten Golden Healing Pills had even gone up for auction.

Once they were auctioned, he would have a fortune on his hands.

He wasn’t short on cash, and he certainly didn’t need the Jiang Family’s money.

From the moment he was reborn, Jiang Chen had decided to be self-reliant.

He was more than capable of it.

Jiang Han asked in surprise, "Where did you get that kind of money?"

Jiang Chen just smiled and explained, "Father, have you forgotten why we’re here?"

"I have money."

At that, Jiang Han slapped his forehead in realization. "I almost forgot. You’re a tycoon now. Fine, do as you see fit!"

He said no more, leaving his son to make his own decisions.

After all, if his son’s Foundation Strengthening Pills were auctioned off, he would likely be wealthier than the entire Jiang Family combined.

After Jiang Chen’s bid, it seemed no one else was going to make an offer.

Just as it seemed Jiang Chen was about to win the treasure...

...someone nearby made a move.

WHOOSH!

Bai Shu, who had been silent and captivated by Murong Xiangming until now, suddenly shot to his feet.

He swiftly raised his bidding paddle.

Murong Xiangming had also thought Jiang Chen would be the final winner.

She hadn’t expected Bai Shu to suddenly enter the fray.

She had no choice but to announce the bid.

"Number 800 bids one hundred fifty thousand."

At that moment, all eyes turned to Bai Shu.

But Bai Shu stood there confidently, his eyes fixed on Murong Xiangming.

Bai Shu had actually stood up and bid at this moment simply to catch the beauty’s eye.

His sole purpose was to get Murong Xiangming to notice him.

He couldn’t care less what the treasure was or whether he actually needed it.

Bai Xiong stared at his son, stunned.

’Bidding at a time like this.’

He was so angry he nearly slapped the boy senseless.

’What a complete dolt.’

He had just been thinking what a fool Jiang Chen was, and now his own son was acting like one. He was furious.

He gave Bai Shu a harsh tug.

"Sit down!" he barked.

Standing up to bid in front of so many people—it was utterly humiliating.

His son’s behavior today was a bitter disappointment.

As Bai Shu sat down, he shot a provocative glance at Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Chen, I have to get my hands on this treasure."

His plan was to obtain the treasure and then present it to Murong Xiangming.

Jiang Chen suddenly had a competitor.

It puzzled him.

’Could Bai Shu have recognized this treasure’s origins?’

He thought for a moment before dismissing the idea. ’With Bai Shu’s limited knowledge and ability, there’s no way he could recognize this treasure.’

In this entire venue, it was likely that only Jiang Chen knew what it truly was.

In truth, Jiang Chen could faintly sense a dreadful, hidden aura emanating from the white feather.

It was sealed within.

But that wasn’t all. Most importantly, he recognized the feather. It was a White Phoenix Feather—a feather from a White Phoenix.

A White Phoenix was, as the name suggests, a white-colored Phoenix.

The Phoenix was a terrifying celestial bird that existed between heaven and earth, a type of Immortal Beast.

A Phoenix roamed the heavens and the earth, and even a single one of its feathers was extraordinarily precious.

Furthermore, Phoenixes were famous for cherishing their plumage; they wouldn’t let a single feather fall.

This feather was from a White Phoenix.

He didn’t know how it had ended up here, nor did he care to find out.

All he knew was that this White Phoenix’s feather was of great use to him.

’The White Phoenix is an Immortal Beast,’ he thought. ’Normally, its feather could be refined into an Immortal Artifact. But I don’t have the right conditions right now, so I can only manage to refine it into a Spiritual Treasure.’

Ever since he was reborn, he had lacked a suitable Magical Treasure. With this White Phoenix feather and a Secret Technique, he could at least refine a Spiritual Treasure.

The value of a Spiritual Treasure was simply immeasurable.

It was worth countless times more than his ten Foundation Strengthening Pills.

’To think that no one recognizes a treasure like this.’ Jiang Chen was determined to obtain it, no matter the cost.

However, he didn’t show his excitement. He maintained a casual demeanor, careful not to let anyone see anything unusual about his behavior.

The only problem was that this annoying Bai Shu had popped out of the woodwork.

Knowing that Bai Shu was clueless about the item’s true value, Jiang Chen felt somewhat relieved.

Bai Shu’s motive for bidding seemed to be nothing more than catching Murong Xiangming’s attention.

’That makes things easier.’

After a moment of thought, Jiang Chen casually crossed his legs.

He raised his paddle again.

"Number 561 bids two hundred thousand."

Jiang Chen had bid two hundred thousand.

Jiang Han was exasperated but said nothing.

Seeing this, Bai Shu shot a fervent glance at Murong Xiangming and actually raised his paddle again.

"Number 800 bids two hundred fifty thousand."

At the same time, he shot another provocative glance at Jiang Chen.

His expression seemed to say, ’I’m here to spoil your day. What are you going to do about it?’