Chapter 209: A Familiar Voice—Is It Him?!
“185,000 taels.”
Just when Yu Luo thought the sword was about to fall into Ye Lu’s hands, another voice suddenly rang out from the very center of the front row.
Hearing this, Yu Luo’s brows furrowed deeply.
A strange sense of familiarity surged in her heart!
But the voice had only spoken once—just one bid—yet Yu Luo felt an overwhelming sense of recognition.
She strained her mind, trying desperately to recall where she had heard it before—but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t remember.
“Hah… So someone really wants to compete with me to the end, huh?”
Just as Yu Luo was racking her brain, Ye Lu’s low, gritted voice sounded beside her.
Immediately, he raised his bid paddle again and shouted a price that made the entire auction hall erupt in an uproar!
“200,000 taels!”
Yu Luo: !!!
Utterly shocked, Yu Luo turned to stare at the man beside her.
For the first time, she could no longer ignore this foul-mouthed rogue.
She had seriously misjudged him—
This shameless flirt turned out to be a man willing to spend two million silver taels on a single sword?!
He was filthy rich!
As she studied Ye Lu, Yu Luo suddenly felt like she was looking at a walking bank vault.
She had been worrying about her lack of funds to build a city—but now, her eyes gleamed with undisguised interest.
She silently screamed in her heart—
“This guy is loaded!”
If she was this shocked, what about everyone else?
The moment Ye Lu made his bid, all eyes in the auction house instantly turned toward him.
Even the big shots sitting in the VIP seats of the first row—who had been calm and collected until now—finally showed surprise and intrigue!
“Hah. A dagger, only a foot long, sold for over 50,000 taels. This sword is at least four feet long. Thinking about it… 200,000 taels for it seems reasonable.”
Yu Luo spoke sarcastically, her voice dripping with envy.
She simply couldn’t stand how this man seemed to get whatever he wanted.
“210,000 taels.”
Before Yu Luo could finish gloating, the familiar voice from the first row rang out again!
Her smirk froze.
She snapped her head up, eyes locked onto the front row.
Yet no matter how much she strained her internal energy, she could only see a broad silhouette—not the man’s face.
But that voice—
That voice was too familiar!
It was driving her crazy that she couldn’t recall where she had heard it before.
“220,000 taels.”
At this point, Yu Luo had lost all interest in the auction.
Her mind was entirely focused on figuring out who that man was.
She was 100% certain that she had heard that voice before.
But how?
The original owner of her body had rarely left home, let alone interacted with men.
Which meant—this voice wasn’t someone from the original owner’s past.
Then where?
Since her exile—she had met hardly any wealthy people…
Wait!
The man from the private mine—
Could it be him?!
Yu Luo’s mind flashed back to that masked man—
She remembered how that bandit leader had dragged him away, whispering something in his ear…
And suddenly, her face turned pale.
“Oh no.”
She had finally remembered.
And she wished she hadn’t.
Because if it really was him—
Then that meant—
He might have figured out what she did in the private mine!
And if he caught her…
She wouldn’t just die—she would die horribly!
Yu Luo’s heart pounded violently, and for the first time, she seriously considered fleeing the auction hall.
But before she could make a move, the final drumbeats of the auction boomed through the hall, pulling her thoughts back to reality.
“Why am I panicking?!
I changed my appearance. He never saw my real face.
Besides—who knows if the bandit even told him about me?”
Forcing herself to calm down, Yu Luo took a deep breath.
When she turned to look at Ye Lu, she immediately brightened up.
Because for once—
Ye Lu looked like a wilted eggplant.
“Hah. I thought you were loaded?”
“Why didn’t you keep bidding?”
She mocked him with a smug grin.
Ye Lu—who had just suffered a humiliating loss—turned his masked face toward her.
“It’s just a sword. Winning would’ve been my fortune. Losing was just fate. But meeting you tonight? That’s my real luck.”
As he spoke, he winked playfully at her.
She recoiled in disgust, clutching her stomach.
“Ugh!”
The way he leaned in close, the way his voice dripped with sickening flirtation, and worst of all—that wink—
It made her want to vomit.
Ye Lu: …
For the first time, a woman had rejected him so thoroughly.
His smile faltered—almost as if he was the one being harassed.
“You wretched woman! How dare you make that face at me?!”
Already in a bad mood from losing the auction, Ye Lu’s temper snapped.
“Hah! Who do you think you are?! You flirt with me, and I’m supposed to blush and swoon? Your looks? Average. Your body? Mediocre. Your wealth? Barely passable. Your martial arts? Just so-so. Honestly, how did you even survive in Feng City?”
As she spoke, Yu Luo dramatically swept her gaze over him, deliberately looking displeased.
Then—before he could retort—she stood up and strode away.
“Zhang Hu! Swap seats with me!”
Zhang Hu, though confused, immediately obeyed—vacating his seat for Yu Luo.
When he sat down in her previous spot, he silently glared at Ye Lu.
Meanwhile, Ye Lu—his veins bulging in anger—felt like he was about to explode!
“ME?! ‘Mediocre’?!
DOES SHE KNOW WHO I AM?!
Every woman he met fawned over him like bees swarming a flower—
Yet this one had the audacity to call him average?!
“Just you wait!”
Ye Lu’s fists clenched as he silently cursed her.
But Yu Luo completely ignored him, her gaze locked onto the final auction item—
A pill.
The legendary antidote that could cure a thousand poisons.
At once, the entire hall erupted into chaos!
Just like that—everyone had already forgotten about the black iron sword.
