My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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1117 Octagon Auction House

Tian Hongcheng nodded. “That’s right. With our current situation, only your Uncle Wei won’t despise us.”

As he spoke, Tian Hongcheng couldn’t help but sigh slightly, his eyes filled with bitterness and loneliness.

Ever since he found out that his son had offended Yu Jinming, many of his friends in the past had deliberately kept a distance from him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, this was good too. After this incident, he had at least seen through many people’s minds.

“Welcome. What do you want?” As soon as they stepped into the auction house, a maid came up to them with a smile and asked gently.

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“We’re here to look for someone. My name is Tian Hongcheng. I know your owner. Please help me pass the message.” Tian Hongcheng said to the maid.

The maid first sized them up again, then nodded. “Alright, please wait a moment.”

After saying that, the maid turned around and walked upstairs.

While waiting, Lu Zijia sized up the items sold in the auction house.

After looking around, Lu Zijia was a bit confused.

This Octagon Auction House was very large. The things sold should be very expensive.

However, after looking around, she realized that there weren’t many precious things sold here.

Putting everything else aside, there wasn’t even a single pill in the huge auction house.

This was strange.

And there were only three kinds of talismans, and the quality didn’t seem to be good.

As for the weapons, although there were a lot of them, they basically looked like low-grade weapons.

Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows slightly. Were the pills too rare, so even such a large auction house couldn’t sell them? Or did they just sell out? Or was there another reason?

Well… Perhaps she could find a chance to test it out. Perhaps she could cooperate with this auction house for a while.

The few of them didn’t wait for long. A middle-aged man with white hair at the temples and wearing a suit that was tailored appropriately quickly came downstairs in a hurry.

Seeing Tian Hongcheng, the middle-aged man looked surprised. “Fellow Taoist Tian, it’s really you! Come, come, sit upstairs and have a cup of tea first.”

The middle-aged man’s usual attitude made Tian Hongcheng, who was still a bit nervous, completely relieved.

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In a guest room upstairs.

“Right, Fellow Taoist Tian, why are you free to come here today? I heard that the Tian family doesn’t seem to be peaceful right now.”

After taking a sip of tea, Zuo Wei took the initiative to speak.

Tian Hongcheng sighed slightly. “To be honest, we just left the Tian family. We have nothing to do with the Tian family in the future.”

Zuo Wei frowned slightly when he heard that. “Does your brother know?”

Tian Hongcheng smiled bitterly. “Big Brother isn’t having a good time either. Let’s not bother him with such a small matter.”

Zuo Wei shook his head and sighed. “It’s good that you left. At least you don’t have to worry anymore.”

“Yeah!” Tian Hongcheng pretended to smile casually and immediately introduced them to Lu Zijia and the others. “Right, these two young friends are my son’s friends and also his saviors. As for this one, you’ve met her. She’s my son’s girlfriend and my future daughter-in-law.”

When it was time to introduce Feng Wenshan, Tian Hongcheng was full of smiles. Apparently, he was very satisfied with Feng Wenshan, his future daughter-in-law.

Feng Wenshan, who was introduced like this, instantly blushed.

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