My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"This humble monk has neither gold nor silver, only the Buddhist Law. If esteemed guests would allow this individual to join Puhan Temple, there will surely be recompense in the future."

"The goodwill of Puhan Temple, however great, is distant in the Western Regions. Apologies, but I cannot agree. My bid is three thousand taels."

"Three thousand six hundred taels, Jing Prince Mansion."

"We, as husband and wife, bid four thousand taels."

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The main hall was ablaze with heated bidding. Chen Yi silently observed, appearing indifferent to where this individual would end up.

The attendees vying for the Joyful Sect heir were primarily after the vestment robe of Wuxiang Zen Master. However, Chen Yi had no such interest. Compared to his initial desire for the Replenishing Technique, he was now more intent on uncovering the truth behind the Joyful Sect’s extermination.

The truth, after all, was bound to surface one day, as long as the person remained alive, and the mountain gate ruins of the Joyful Sect persisted.

Of course, the more pressing reason for not bidding was simple—the price had already risen to nearly ten thousand taels of silver, which he could not afford.

In the prosperous capital city where wealth abounded, there were nevertheless only a handful of affluent or noble families capable of offering such a price.

To put it into perspective, ten thousand taels of silver equaled half a year’s rental income from the estates of a Duke’s mansion.