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The crisp sound of the silver bell echoed throughout the auction house, drawing the attention of everyone present. They turned their heads, trying to locate the source of the sound. On the first floor, it was easy to hear the amplified voice, but no one could pinpoint who had spoken. The second floor was different; although the woman's voice was soft, those nearby could still catch the commotion, and everyone turned in unison to see where the bidder was situated.
Ying Wuyi glanced at Gu Ping in surprise and then remarked, "I don't deny it." A beautiful woman, yet she wore a veil—was she deliberately teasing me? "I don't deny it."
How could someone as crude as me be a prince of the Ying Clan? It was truly embarrassing. "Miss, you needn't pay any mind to that shameless fellow. Once Leng Gucong finishes bidding, he will personally deliver a gift to you. What do you think?"
"I really want to buy it. He bid two hundred thousand; tomorrow he will surely raise his bid again. How can I deal with him?"
"Two hundred seventy thousand," said a girl who was quite frugal with her money. "He won't believe it; tomorrow he'll try to outbid me."
"Three hundred thousand," another voice chimed in. "If you truly have a need for it, Little Girl can arrange for two residences to be delivered to both of you. What do you think?"
The delicate veil concealed her appearance and emotions from everyone present, leaving them in suspense. Meanwhile, Ye You noticed Ying Wuyi stealing glances at her and commented, "Are our people all like that? I don't deny it."
"Heaven and Earth’s Conscience," I thought. When has he ever looked over there? His eyes are fixed on me instead.
Gu Ping quickly took a sip of wine to calm his nerves. He hoped Ye You wouldn’t realize that he had just compared her to that veiled woman—it would be embarrassing if she found out.
"Three hundred eleven thousand," an old man from Cheng Dao Sect Xiao Ji interjected. "Miss, why not give the Old Man some face?"
With his two-toned hair, it was clear he was an elderly cultivator, yet no one dared to speak lightly around him. No one could gauge the depth of his abilities; those who knew understood Xiao Ji's cultivation level well enough, while those who didn’t would likely not want to embarrass themselves.
In this tense atmosphere, even Leng Gucun and Ying Wuyi took their seats again. The power behind them was ultimately more significant than mere strength; once they left Sky's End Tower, they were on Cheng Dao Sect's territory—who would want to make a fool of themselves?
Three hundred twenty thousand. Senior, please do not be angry. I am just a mere girl, and I am here to represent my elders in this matter. I hope Senior Xiao can understand.
Interesting. Gu Ping leaned on the Dongba with her right leg while lightly tapping the Banquet Table with her left, occasionally glancing at the ongoing bidding between Both Sides.
Regardless of whether Xiao Ji is involved or not, at this moment, Bloodfire certainly looks determined to win. If there are Demonic Cultivators within the Cheng Dao Sect, and if all cultivators like the one before her, Xiao Ji, are indeed Demonic Cultivators, then Gu Ping would have to reconsider the value of the Cheng Dao Sect.
At this point, Both Sides were continuously raising their bids, and it seemed they were about to reach five hundred thousand Spirit Stones. That amount could easily be seen in the final items for auction; it certainly didn’t look like Both Sides were merely putting on a show.
Are they all Demonic Cultivators?
Gu Ping shook her head. Although Coco was very young, one could not dismiss everything outright. It was possible that after the auction concluded, one might only discover who the Demonic Cultivators truly were during Both Sides' return journey.
Ten thousand—this item is what he bid for.
A sudden voice reached everyone's ears. Following its source revealed a Skinny Boy standing alone, without any elders accompanying him. He clutched a sword wrapped in cloth strips against his chest; even the hilt was completely covered, making it impossible to discern its quality.
What’s going on?
Gu Ping scrutinized the lone boy and noticed Ye You frowning. Gu Ping realized another troublemaker had arrived. Bu Luo Gu Ping felt reassured that the Demonic Cultivator Ru Ming had become hopelessly foolish; such a large piece of Bloodfire would never be given up easily. Therefore, she decided to follow the movements of those buying Bloodfire, hoping to glean some insights before the Great War began.
Ten thousand once.
Ten thousand, twice.
Thirteen thousand, sold.
Zhu Yin, who was in charge of the auction, knew that the price had already exceeded the true value of the Bloodfire. It was unlikely that anyone would bid again, so he quickly brought down the gavel.
This item had originally fallen into the hands of the young boy who first bid. This stirred a sense of envy among the crowd; a commoner was innocent, yet possessing such a treasure could lead to trouble. At that moment, the boy with a mischievous grin appeared to everyone like a child flaunting gold in a chaotic market. No one dared to challenge him. Once the auction ended, it was likely that even Demonic Cultivators would seek to take it from him.
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