Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

The moment the name "Golden Sands" was mentioned, an even more noticeable commotion erupted in the hall than before.

This is truly a great product.

For any cultivator aspiring to refine magical artifacts or wishing to enhance the power of their own magical treasures, the allure of such top-tier auxiliary materials, which can directly improve the essence of magical artifacts, even surpasses that of some finished magical artifacts.

After all, a magical artifact that suits oneself and incorporates flowing gold sand has a potential and compatibility that is incomparable to a standard magical artifact that is purchased normally.

Lin Yuan's gaze instantly focused, and his body unconsciously leaned forward slightly. His weapon-refining skills were now far superior to what they had been, and he naturally knew the value of this flowing gold sand.

Three ounces and seven mace is not a large amount, but it is enough to carefully craft one or two key magical artifacts.

Several weapon-refining schemes suitable for incorporating this sand flashed through his mind, and a slight warmth rose in his heart.

Gong Yi also put away his previous casualness, thinking to himself that if Lin Yuan didn't bid for this item, he would definitely take it for himself.

"Two thousand one hundred spirit stones." The offer came from a corner of the scattered seats almost as soon as Elder Mo finished speaking. It was from a middle-aged man with a dark complexion and large hands. He looked like a weapon refiner or a cultivator who often dealt with materials.

"Two thousand two hundred spirit stones." Another voice followed closely behind.

"Two thousand three hundred!"

The bidding was fierce from the very beginning, with the price increases far exceeding those of previous items. In just a few breaths, the price broke through 2,500 spirit stones, and the momentum showed no signs of slowing down.

Lin Yuan didn't rush to bid; he calmly observed the distribution and pace of the bidders. Several competitors were seated in the main hall, and two private rooms on the side had also joined in.

The price quickly climbed to 2,800 spirit stones.

"Three thousand spirit stones." A hoarse voice came from the private room numbered T on the other side of the second floor, adding two hundred spirit stones at once, showing an air of determination and temporarily suppressing some of the noise in the main hall's casual seating area.

The scene quieted down slightly.

"Three thousand one hundred spirit stones." Lin Yuan finally spoke, calmly announcing his price through the communication device.

His words immediately attracted a lot of attention. After all, he had just spent a considerable sum to acquire the Earth Dragon Blood Ginseng, and now he was making a move on refining materials, which made his financial resources and needs quite remarkable.

Seeing that Lin Yuan had made a move, Gong Yi simply prepared to wait for good news.

The private room numbered Ding was silent for a moment before offering the price again: "Three thousand two hundred spirit stones."

"Three thousand three hundred spirit stones." Lin Yuan followed without hesitation.

At this point, the bidding was mainly focused on Lin Yuan and the unknown cultivator in the private room numbered Ding. Most of the others in the hall had withdrawn from the competition, as the price had exceeded many people's budgets and psychological limits.

"Three thousand four hundred spirit stones." The private room in room number Ding raised the price again, but the tone was no longer as confident as before, and there was a hint of hesitation in it.

Lin Yuan was about to raise the price again—

"Three thousand five hundred spirit stones."

A voice that sounded very familiar to Lin Yuan, Gong Yi, and the other two suddenly interrupted.

It's Zhou Wanwan.

"Sister Wanwan, we came to this auction house not for magical artifacts, so why are we bidding on this Flowing Gold Sand?" Zhou Shuyue asked Zhou Wanwan with a puzzled look on her face.

Zhou Wanwan's face was as white as snow, but upon closer inspection, one could see a cold glint in her eyes.

She picked up her wine cup and took a small sip.

As the wine enters the heart and lungs, it seems to quietly drive away a certain gloomy and cold feeling.

He then put down his wine cup, glanced at Lin Yuan across from him, and replied to Zhou Shuyue, "Just raising the price."

Zhou Shuyue blinked her round almond-shaped eyes repeatedly.

Raise...the price?

Whose price are they raising?

Zhou Shuyue's dark eyes were filled with hesitation, trying to find some answers from Zhou Wanwan's expression.

But that's clearly impossible.

She had no choice but to give up in frustration.

Let's turn our attention to the person who just placed the bid.

Who could be so important to Sister Wanwan?