Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

"Hey, is there any need to ask? Of course our little Tingzi is the most beautiful." Mu Shaofeng blurted out.

Duanmu Ting smiled like a blooming flower, raised her little face, and said, "Then how am I prettier than her?"

"Well..."

Just then, a female cultivator in green led an old man in gray inwards.

Mu Shaofeng looked at the female cultivator in green, and finally noticed that her clothes were very similar to those worn by Duanmu Ting, except that the pattern on the sleeves was slightly different.

He glanced at her and thought to himself, "Well, the eyebrows are well drawn, but the eyes are far from good. The nose is not as good as Xiao Tingzi's, and the lips are not delicate enough. The neck is okay..."

He looked down, and the green-shirted female cultivator soon noticed it. She quickly covered her chest with one hand and pretended to cough:

"My two fellow Daoists, this is Fellow Daoist Luo Sang. He is the chief auctioneer of our bank and has a very high level of attainment in the identification of various treasures and elixirs."

Seeing the other party's action, Mu Shaofeng's face instantly turned red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He clasped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, please taste this pill of mine."

After he finished speaking, he quickly picked up the tea bowl to cover up his embarrassment.

Duanmu Ting was standing aside. She couldn't bear it any longer, but she couldn't laugh at her uncle in person, so she waved her hand and ran outside.

Mu Shaofeng was puzzled. Just as he was about to ask the other party where he was going, he heard laughter coming from outside.

"Good girl, little Tingzi, I'll buy you food again. You are my master's aunt." Mu Shaofeng's face turned purple and he swore secretly.

Luo Sang looked at the door, then at Mu Shaofeng, with a curious look on his face, and asked, "Daoyou, is your friend okay?"

Mu Shaofeng pretended to be heartbroken and said, "She was poisoned by the peculiar poison 'One smile at noon'. She must laugh loudly at noon every day, otherwise her magic power will dissipate and she will gradually lose her cultivation."

Luo Sang was filled with astonishment and said, "Is there such a strange poison in the world? It is simply unheard of."

Mu Shaofeng coughed dryly and said, "Daoyou, let's not talk about this. Let's take a look at my elixir first! Only with spirit stones can we buy precious medicine to treat her illness."

Luo Sang looked sympathetic and walked to the main seat and sat down.

As for the female cultivator in green, she sat beside him and helped obediently.

Luo Sang opened the pill bottle, poured out a red pill and examined it carefully.

At first, his old face was full of joy, but soon his brows furrowed, until beads of sweat gradually appeared.

A quarter of an hour later, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and said, "Ah, forgive my incompetence. I can't figure out the trick. I only know that this elixir is full of Qi, blood and spiritual energy, but it has no effect at all."

The yellow-shirted female cultivator was full of surprise and asked, "Master, can't you see? Is this really a pill?"

Luo Sang quickly stopped him with his hand and scolded: "What are you talking about? We can't taste it, but don't we know whether it is a pill or not?"

"I am only making a living at the foundation-building level. The world is so big, and there are so many things I have not seen. For those in our profession, the most important thing is to stay humble."

Every time Luo Sang said this, the yellow-shirted female cultivator lowered her head a little, until her chin almost touched her chest, like a child who had done something wrong.

Mu Shaofeng glanced at the other person and found that he had a shawl on his body, which just covered his chest.

After Luo Sang finished his lecture, he clasped his fists and said to Mu Shaofeng, "My disciple is outspoken, please don't blame me. But just because I can't see it doesn't mean no one else in this profession can see it. Please wait for a moment, I'll go down and invite the host."

Mu Shaofeng smiled and clasped his fists, saying, "Then I'll trouble you, fellow Taoist!"

As soon as Luo Sang and the woman in green left, Duanmu Ting came in, still smiling, and asked, "Uncle Master, have you figured it out? How is Xiao Tingzi prettier than her?"

Mu Shaofeng rolled his eyes and said, "You have big breasts and no brains, and you don't have any other advantages."

Duanmu Ting snorted coldly, but she was not angry. Instead, she felt sweet in her heart.

She walked to Mu Shaofeng's side, propped her head up with her hands, looked at him and said, "How could there be only this one? Think about it again?"

Mu Shaofeng turned his head and met the other person's bright eyes, so he said: "Your eyes are too big and often leak."

The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. Duanmu Ting gradually felt her heartbeat speed up, and she squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "What else?"

Mu Shaofeng's gaze moved from the delicate nose down, and when he saw the rose-like lips, his throat couldn't help but gurgle.

Duanmu Ting's heart was pounding like a drum, her cheeks were burning, and her mind was blank.

But somehow, she slowly closed her eyes.

However, at this moment, a man walked in from the door and said, "The two of you..."

Mu Duan and the other man dodged as if they had been electrocuted, one hurriedly tidied up his clothes, and the other stroked his hair violently.

"It's still good to be young!" Luo Sang stood at the door with a smile on his face. He coughed and introduced: "My two fellow Taoists, this is our boss and the best auctioneer in this city, Senior Yuan Lang."

Behind Luo Sang, Yuan Lang was wearing a crimson-blue Confucian robe and had a beautiful beard, and his whole body exuded the cultivation level of an early stage of the Golden Elixir.

He also had a big smile on his face, clasped his fists and said, "My two friends, your questions don't look easy! They actually stumped even Mr. Sang."

As he spoke, he deliberately released the powerful aura of the Jindan stage, trying to suppress the other party.

However, Mu Shaofeng remained calm and said, "If you can't see anything, you won't get a good price."

"This kid is not simple. He can remain calm in the face of a cultivator who is one level higher than him." Yuan Lang was shocked, but he put away his contempt and said with a smile:

"My friend, what you said makes sense, but I haven't seen it yet, so you can't just sentence us to death."

Mu Shaofeng extended a gesture of invitation and said, "Then please trouble me, senior, let's get started as soon as possible."

Yuanlang stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the main seat at the table and sat down.

As for Luo Sang, he was very humble, put his hands in front of him, and stood aside.

Yuanlang opened the pill bottle, poured out the fiery red pill, and examined it carefully.

After a while, he touched his hand and summoned a small tripod the size of a gourd, saying: "To be honest, I have some ideas about your elixir, but to be on the safe side, I'd better verify it."

As he spoke, he cast a spell and tapped the small tripod.

The pill flew into the small cauldron, and not long after, a green medicinal shadow appeared on it. It was the medicinal ingredient that Mu Shaofeng used to refine the pill.

"Isn't this the Shennong Ding? But yours is too small!" Duanmu Ting suddenly said.

Yuan Lang smiled and said, "Young lady, you are very knowledgeable. To be honest, this is just a replica, but it should be enough to deconstruct this pill."

Dozens of medicinal herbs emerged one by one, and when the last phantom disappeared, Yuanlang directly took out the pill.

"The elixir is very advanced, but..." Yuan Lang said, but he was not done yet. He slapped the elixir with his palm and said with a different expression, "Isn't it a bit too much for you to use it to tease us?"