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As the three Black-Clad Masked Figures appeared, many people were frozen in place, especially the three who had previously placed bids. All they could utter was, "Show us your proof."
"We are Valued Guests; you cannot threaten us! This is an invasion of our privacy!" one of the young men, who had been following the bidding, declared emphatically.
The elderly man trembled all over as he struggled to pull out fifteen thousand Red Spirit Tickets from his possession. His profound cultivation allowed him to see the gap between himself and the three Black-Clad Masked Figures, while the other two were merely at the early stage of Core Formation and could not discern their own shortcomings compared to others.
Bang!
The young man who had spoken was struck down to the ground by a single palm from the Black-Clad Masked Figures. His bones shattered, his Foundation Stage collapsed, and his cultivation was rendered useless as he fainted.
Seeing this, another young man immediately begged for mercy, shouting, "I am from the Hidden Door Giant Sword Sect! You cannot treat me like this! My master is..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he too became limp, his cultivation similarly destroyed.
The elderly man had long since begun to plead desperately. "I only brought fifteen thousand with me; there are more funds in my sect! Please do not ruin my cultivation! I can definitely gather this amount!"
"Since my Hundred Birds Night Market dares to claim itself as the largest trading market in the Cultivation world, unafraid of any forces, it should be able to handle such situations without money. This is simply disregarding the order of the Hundred Birds Night Market," a middle-aged man behind Zhao Yang said coldly. "Confiscate his fifteen thousand as compensation for these two Valued Guests' losses. Additionally, drag him out and cripple one of his hands as a lesson."
His tone left no room for argument. The Black-Clad Masked Figures dragged out the elderly man along with the two unconscious youths. The crowd fell silent, and outside the venue, the sound of the elderly man's screams echoed.
The middle-aged man handed over the confiscated fifteen thousand Essence Tickets to Zhao Yang and said, "Are you satisfied with how we handled this situation, Valued Guest?"
Zhao Yang nodded, accepting the tickets without saying a word.
Seeing that the venue was silent, the Gray-Clad Host cleared his throat and announced, "The troublemakers have been removed. We will now resume bidding on this Starlight Stone, starting at sixty thousand Red Essence Stones."
This time, there were not many competitors for Song Baliang, and he successfully bid for the Mallet-Shaped Starstone at a price of Ninety Thousand.
After the Starlight Stone auction concluded, the Gray-Clad Host announced, "Next up is the true Holy Fruit, Blood Bodhi!"
At this announcement, the venue erupted in excitement!
"This Holy Fruit can cause a surge in one's bloodline power, making it extremely suitable for Body Refinement cultivators. Even those who are not Body Refinement cultivators will experience a significant increase in vitality after consuming Blood Bodhi, enhancing their physical strength by a level. Most importantly, this Holy Fruit can induce a transformation in the Qi Sea, offering numerous benefits. It is rumored that Blood Bodhi has become extinct in the cultivation world, yet the Royal Apothecary Garden possesses such a treasure!"
On the auction stage, a woman held a plump fruit that radiated vitality like a small sun, exuding an endless aura of life.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang both swallowed hard and stared intently at the Blood Bodhi on stage.
"This Holy Medicine is rare and hard to come by. The starting bid is One Hundred Thousand!"
"What? So expensive! This is not just a sky-high price; it's outrageous!" one cultivator exclaimed in despair.
"One Hundred Thousand? I fear that even ordinary sects would struggle to produce such an amount. One Hundred Essence Stones could build an entire courtyard for a small sect. Even major sects would find it difficult to gather this much money aside from their leaders. Keep in mind that we Ordinary Cultivators only earn three Red Essence Stones a month. One Hundred Thousand? Ha!" another cultivator shook his head and sighed.
"I bid One Hundred Thousand!" Zhao Yang was the first to call out, as he could already taste the exquisite flavor of such a treasure! For an ordinary person to offer One Hundred Thousand for this Holy Fruit truly meant it was priceless; even a city lord wouldn't have that much money. One Hundred Thousand Red Essence Stones were not equivalent to One Hundred Thousand taels of silver; if converted to silver, it would be worth at least several hundred million! In the secular world, just one Red Essence Stone could lead to the downfall of a family.
Even those seated in the front row frowned; they had come hoping to acquire some treasures but hadn't expected royal items to be so costly.
"I bid One Hundred Ten Thousand!" shouted a cultivator from the front row. After calling out his bid, he added, "Young brother, I know your family is wealthy, but I am here on behalf of my Sect's leader to bid for this Holy Medicine. This Holy Medicine can extend our Sect's Ancestor's lifespan. I kindly ask you to consider my request and let me have the Blood Bodhi."
"I, too, am aware that our Ancestor has little time left. A great change occurred in the cultivation world ten thousand years ago, altering the essence of heaven and earth. The lifespan of cultivators is now at most a thousand years; if one does not reach the Nascent Soul Stage, they may only live a few hundred years. It is indeed far too short. Our Ancestor has already reached the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, just a step away from the supreme existence of Dao Fruit Stage, which would allow him to bear the Dao Fruit and extend his life. Our sect is in dire need!"
"Our sect feels the same way. I heard that the Central State Royal Family has brought Holy Medicine, which is why we have come to bid for it. Young brother, you are full of vigor and youthful energy; you can't be more than twenty."
The crowd murmured among themselves, each claiming their sect needed the Holy Medicine. Zhao Yang nodded and said, "I understand what you all are saying. I suggest you organize a charity fundraiser to help the elderly find warmth again. If you have the money, go ahead and bid; I am not stopping you."
As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, someone in the crowd expressed displeasure and muttered softly, "There’s a saying: wealth should not be flaunted. Does this friend not fear an early demise?"
"What exactly does the young brother mean? Are you not bidding?" asked a cultivator from the front row.
Zhao Yang closed his eyes and did not respond.
Soon after, another cultivator raised their bid: "I offer one hundred eleven thousand."
"I offer one hundred twelve thousand!"
They continued to raise their bids incrementally, each calculating how to secure it at the lowest price while still making a profit. In the end, they all felt pain in their hearts; even without Zhao Yang's presence, they had driven the bidding price up to one hundred thirty thousand!
One hundred thirty thousand was already an unreasonably high price. For some, the Holy Medicine was worth this amount because it could enhance vitality and extend life; however, for those who had no use for it, it was not worth such a sum.
"Valued Guest number eight has offered a price of one hundred thirty thousand. Is there no higher bid? One hundred thirty thousand going once!" the Gray-Clad Host announced loudly.
"One hundred fifty thousand!" Zhao Yang interjected. He originally had ninety thousand from selling magical tools, spent twenty thousand, leaving him with seventy thousand. Items that could enhance vitality were rare; he did not mind spending all his money. He was also on the Body Refinement path, and even a small accumulation would be a tremendous benefit for him.
"This... didn't he say he wouldn't bid anymore? Why is he still raising the price?!" a cultivator shouted.
Zhao Yang remained silent, swinging his legs as he said, "A bunch of clowns."
"You!" Many cultivators showed their displeasure, their eyes filled with envy and anger towards the wealthy.
Zhao Yang continued, "One hundred sixty thousand!"
"What! Didn't he just say one hundred fifty thousand? Why is he calling out a higher price himself?!" another cultivator exclaimed.
The crowd began to murmur, speculating about Zhao Yang's background.
"No sect could possibly be this rich. The Central State Royal Family wouldn't let their own people bid on their own items," one cultivator concluded.
"One hundred seventy thousand!" Zhao Yang raised the bid again. "One hundred seventy thousand once, one hundred seventy thousand twice, one hundred seventy thousand three times! Sold!"
He then took out the money to pay, signaling the stunned maid to bring the item over. Song Baliang also couldn't understand why Zhao Yang was spending this unnecessary money.
"Not unnecessary," Zhao Yang whispered, but offered no further explanation. "After the auction, we'll leave here. Golden Peng Young Master will follow us; all these items were brought by him."
While calling out bids, Zhao Yang had already noticed Golden Peng Young Master's pleased expression and calm demeanor, while an Auction House staff member kept whispering to him. Moreover, Zhao Yang noticed that beside Golden Peng Young Master stood someone who turned around—this was the person he had long wanted to kill but had lost track of—Duan Wude!
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