Living With My Lady Boss

Although Wilbur has gained a hundred and fifty years of cultivation, he did not mind a hundred more. After all, no cultivator would turn such an offer down.

Yet the dragon's voice was not heard again. It was a clear rejection of Wilbur's request.

"Dude, c'mon! Weren't we just having a nice little chat? Why would you run away like that?"

Wilbur's voice echoed in the demiplane, but there was no response. With no other choice, Wilbur turned to the screen to look at his options.

There was a dozen or so options, with the good stuff that cost more grace points at the top.

"Dragon's Breath. Cultivating this will allow you to sense any formations within a hundred-meter radius. This skill can be strengthened along with cultivation level. Costs fifteen thousand grace points."noveldrama

Wilbur gasped. Wasn't this exactly what he needed? Wilbur's master, the water dragon Orkot had once said that cultivators from middle and upper dimensions typically used formations to protect themselves. The Dragon's Breath was definitely a good power to have.

However, it was not long before Wilbur's glee was quickly overtaken by disappointment. The power cost a whopping fifteen thousand grace points, and the purchase button was dim now as Wilbur was still five thousand away from getting the power. This confused him mildly. Why would the power even show up if he could not afford it now?

Wilbur looked away from the glowing screen, and his gaze landed on a timer counting down that read 47:59:30.

This got Wilbur's blood pumping at once. Having a timer meant that there was a limited time period for the Dragon's Breath! Wilbur had two days to get five thousand grace points if he wanted to get the power! There was no way he was going to give up on something so precious.

Wilbur exited the demiplane at once, taking out his phone and dialing Layla's number.

"Hello, Layla? Can you help me find the nearest auction?"

"Of course, sir. What would your furthest distance be?"

"No limit, anywhere in the world is fine. Just tell me where the closest spot is." "Okay. Do you have a time frame?"

"Two days."

"Alright, I'm looking into it now. The information will be sent to your phone in a minute."

The call ended, and Wilbur anxiously waited for the next sixty seconds to pass. Eventually, his phone let out a ding, and he opened Layla's message at once.

This time, Layla's information was sent in the form of a spreadsheet. There were around three thousand and five hundred auctions happening in the next two days.