I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

A strange sense of panic welled up in Qin Nanyue's heart, as if she had been caught red-handed.

She composed herself, looked up at Lu Yang, and forced a smile, teasingly saying, "Wow! A top-grade magic artifact for me? I'm getting the same treatment as Yingying now? You're not really planning to take both of us sisters for yourself, are you?"

She said this in a lighthearted tone, even raising an eyebrow, as if it were just a harmless joke.

Just as Lu Yang was about to speak, Qin Nanyue suddenly frowned.

"No!" Her voice suddenly turned serious, and there was no trace of a joke in her bright eyes. "I'll get angry if you do that!"

Lu Yang was taken aback, his heart skipped a beat.

What do you mean?

Why does giving someone a top-tier magical artifact actually lower their favorability?

Is this approach wrong?

He looked at the favorability rating module with a bit of nervousness.

Qin Nanyue (Favorability: 72)

Lu Yang: "?"

A big question mark slowly appeared in his mind.

No, my favorability rating increased by twelve points!

Wasn't it only sixty a moment ago?

This is clearly a huge surge!

But why does Qin Nanyue's face have the words "I'm very angry" written all over it?

Lu Yang was puzzled.

Are all women's minds this complicated?

He couldn't understand Qin Nanyue's logic at all.

If it weren't for the fact that he could see the favorability rating, Lu Yang would have thought he had messed things up.

Seeing Lu Yang's astonished expression and the confusion in his clear eyes, Qin Nanyue felt a sudden panic and a sense of pity.

She pursed her lips, her gaze shifting unnaturally to the side, avoiding eye contact with him.

Then, as if struck by a thought, she raised her chin and said softly, "Since this red silk suits me, I'll bid on the gold and white sword-marked waistband for you, as if I'm exchanging it for a top-grade magic weapon."

She spoke very quickly, as if she were grasping at a straw.

Lu Yang was taken aback.

He glanced at Qin Nanyue. Her expression was serious, her chin slightly raised, and her red lips pressed into a line. She didn't seem to be discussing anything with him at all.

This is a situation where there is no room for maneuver.

He thought for a moment and nodded: "That works too."

Although the gold and white sword-marked waistband is not as valuable as the vermilion sword-binding silk, at least you don't have to pay for it yourself.

He was happy to get a magical artifact for free.

Qin Nanyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and said in a deliberately nonchalant tone: "This counts as a barter, not as the top-grade magic artifact you gave me."

As she spoke, she kept glancing at Lin Ying out of the corner of her eye.

Lin Ying seemed to sense something, raised her head, and a gentle smile appeared on her pretty face, like ripples spreading across the water in the spring breeze.

Qin Nanyue finally felt relieved, her whole body relaxed, her shoulders were no longer tense, and her breathing became long and even.

Qin Nanyue regarded Lin Ying as her true best friend.

If she accepts the top-grade magic artifact from Lu Yang, what's the difference between that and fighting with her best friend for a man?

She didn't want to do anything to hurt Lin Ying.

Fortunately, Lu Yang didn't embarrass her.

Lu Yang had been quietly monitoring Qin Nanyue's favorability rating.

When he saw the number silently jump three more times, reaching 75 points, he was completely numb.

Forget it……

Women are truly complex creatures.

I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

He gave up thinking.

…………

While Lu Yang and the other two were talking, the bidding for the Golden White Sword Mark Waistband had already reached a fever pitch.

The starting price for this top-grade magic weapon was 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, but this price was quickly surpassed after the first round of bidding.

15,000, 18,000, 21,000...

The numbers were like a lit fuse, shooting upwards rapidly.

The monks in the lobby on the first floor had already fallen silent.

A rogue cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing faintly. After a long while, he finally relaxed his fist and muttered a curse: "Damn it, more than 20,000... My life savings aren't even enough to buy a price."

His companion next to him gave a wry smile, shook his head, and didn't even bother to speak.

The people sitting here are not qualified.

The only rooms still being bid on are the VIP boxes on the second floor and above.

"Twenty-three thousand!" A warm voice came from the VIP room on the fourth floor.

"Twenty-four thousand!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

Bidding calls rose and fell, but as the price continued to climb, fewer and fewer people offered to bid.

When the price reached 30,000, there was a brief silence in the room.

Liu Yaoyao started counting down before anyone continued to raise the price.

Clearly, even for the cultivators in the VIP room, the price of this top-grade magic artifact is about the same.

Adding more to the price range would make it less cost-effective.

"Thirty-one thousand!"

The price was called out again from VIP box number nine on the third floor.

For a moment, no one followed suit.

Liu Yaoyao's red lips curved slightly, her voice charming and persuasive: "This is a top-grade waist-binding magic artifact for sword cultivators! In all the years I've hosted auctions, a top-grade waist-binding magic artifact might only appear once every ten years! If you miss it today, who knows when you'll see it again? Fellow cultivators, is there any bidding at 31,000? Countdown... three!"

Inside private room number nine on the third floor.

The boy clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fixed on Liu Yaoyao, his expression tense.

The young man beside him took a sip of tea, his expression calm, and chuckled, "Don't be nervous, the price of this top-grade magic artifact is almost at its limit."

The boy gave him a resentful look and lowered his voice, saying, "You said the same thing when we were talking about the top-grade Yellow Dragon Pill."

The young man's expression froze, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

He retorted irritably, "How can that be the same? Everyone can use top-grade pills, but this waist-binding magic artifact is only needed by sword cultivators, so there are far fewer competitors. This time it's definitely—"

Before he could finish speaking, a crisp female voice rang out.

"Thirty-two thousand!"

youth:"????"

The boy abruptly turned to look at the private room where the bidding had taken place, his eyes practically spitting fire: "It's number fifteen on the second floor again! Are they targeting you, bro?"

The young man frowned, glanced at him, and said, "The one bidding is a young lady from the Qin family's direct line. Our Li family has no grudge against the Qin family, so why would they target me? The Qin family's young lady is also in the Qi Refining stage, so this waist trainer is most likely for her own use."

The boy said angrily, "Then why do they always raise the price every time we make an offer? What a coincidence!"

The young man put down his teacup, his tone becoming more serious: "Li Yao, I don't know how your parents spoiled you at home. But this is the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect. There's no reason why others aren't allowed to bid in an auction. If you don't change your temperament, you'll get yourself into trouble sooner or later."

Li Yao lowered his eyes and remained silent, but in his heart he didn't think it at all.

The Li family is a family specializing in Golden Core cultivators, and their ancestor was even at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Looking at all the Golden Core forces under the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect, it ranks at the very top.

What trouble could he possibly get into?

He even felt that his cousin was a bit of a coward, timid and hesitant in public, lacking any of the prestige of a scion of a prominent family.

The young man frowned as he looked at Li Yao's nonchalant expression.

He planned to write a letter to his clan as soon as he got back, to discuss Li Yao's problem in detail.

This kid is spoiled.

But when he thought of Li Yao's parents, he felt somewhat helpless.

His cousins ​​were no pushovers either; whether the letter would have any effect was hard to say.