My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Li Shimin took in everyone's expressions and chuckled to himself.

Chen is really shrewd!

I knew I had to create this to make them believe it.

This thing is expensive, but there are advantages to being expensive!

Things from later generations are truly amazing...

Let alone others, if he hadn't gone to the future and someone had brought this thing to him to show, he would definitely have believed it was a miracle.

It can emit its own light and display text at the same time.

Most importantly, the last line is a timeless masterpiece.

What else could this be but a miracle?

If even the emperor was like this, then what about others?

Li Shimin nodded to the auctioneer.

The auctioneer nodded and quickly began to speak.

"According to the divine decree received by His Majesty, this pagoda was transformed from a corner of the glazed pagoda in front of the seat of the Wenqu Star Lord. It is nine inches and nine-tenths inches tall, which corresponds to the ultimate number of the Heavenly Dao; it is divided into nine layers, which subtly corresponds to the wonder of the Nine Revolutions of Literature. The body of the pagoda was made by melting glazed glass with supreme immortal techniques, and it is pure and flawless, containing the celestial runes of the universe within."

The auctioneer paused for a moment, then announced in a loud voice.

"Placing it in a pure and culturally rich place within the clan can not only protect the home and ensure the clan's peace, but also, at specific times, draw upon the literary energy of heaven and earth, manifesting the profound wisdom of sages and helping to awaken the spiritual potential of the clan's members, thus ensuring the long-lasting prosperity of the clan's literary fortune!"

"If there is a destined person, the God of Literature will appear and bestow blessings upon them."

Everyone believed it without exception.

They witnessed that miracle just now!

The people in the private room on the second floor glanced at each other subconsciously, and saw the same thought in each other's wide eyes.

All his previous boasts have become a joke.

This divine item is a must-have!

What do you mean by "five surnames and seven clans are inextricably linked"?

There are no friends in the face of this thing!

The auctioneer's gaze swept across the room again, his tone particularly emphasizing the direction of the private rooms on the second floor.

"Such precious artifacts of celestial destiny are not to be desecrated by ordinary gold and silver."

"Therefore, His Majesty has decreed that the ownership of this pagoda shall not be determined through open bidding."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

What does it mean to not use the open bidding method?

Several eunuchs then came out again, bringing paper and ink to everyone.

It mainly consists of representatives from the five surnames and seven noble families in the elegant rooms on the second floor, as well as a very small number of royal relatives or top nobles whose wealth and status are extraordinary.

"Distinguished guests, please write down the price you are willing to pay, the price that best represents your sincerity and strength, on paper within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"His Majesty will personally review all bids and select the one that best aligns with the destiny of immortality and demonstrates the greatest sincerity. The final transaction price will not be disclosed."

A secret bid!

One game to decide the winner!

A suppressed gasp and gasps came from below.

That's a really ruthless method!

The atmosphere in the elegant room on the second floor instantly froze.

Li Song looked at the brush and ink in front of him, his expression constantly changing.

He had just been tricked by Cui Cheng and Zheng Hong on the Galaxy Screen, and he was seething with anger.

This secret offer made him feel deeply uneasy and passive.

How much should he write?

He glanced subconsciously in Li Shimin's direction; the emperor on the throne had a calm expression, revealing nothing.

On the other side, Zheng Hong frowned, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.

Secret bid...

This suited him perfectly, saving him from further verbal sparring with a brute like Li Song.

But he needs to assess how much resources the other companies, especially Cui Cheng who just spent 250,000 taels to buy the screen, still have.

What price will they pay for this "Tower of Literary Fortune"?

He picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, but hesitated to write the first number.

Wang Xian's palms were sweating, and his heart was pounding.

The previous trend of bidding against the trend had already put him under some strain.

In this final gamble, he feared both missing a golden opportunity by writing too little, causing his family's literary fortune to lag behind others, and damaging the very foundation of his family by writing too much.

Although his family has a deep financial foundation, their liquid assets...

Lu Yuan was relatively calmer. He squinted and began to silently calculate the limits that his family could mobilize.

Cui Cheng sat at his desk, constantly calculating the price he should pay.

Just as everyone was deep in thought, Li Shimin's voice rang out.

"A chance to attain immortality is rare, and sincerity is invaluable. If there is temporary financial inconvenience, as long as one is sincere, I will allow them to make up the difference later, based on their family's reputation."

In the elegant room on the second floor, several heads of the family almost simultaneously trembled, causing ink to splatter on the paper.

"Make up for it afterwards?! Based on the family's reputation?!"

Lu Yuan cursed inwardly.

"You shameless bastard Li Shimin! Not only are you emptying our family's coffers, but you're also jeopardizing our family's century-old reputation! Utterly shameless!"

Zheng Hong's face was ashen, and his jaw was clenched.

He had already calculated the limit of the family's liquid funds and was preparing to write down an extremely large number.

But now... is it necessary to make amends afterward?

That's great!

He can contribute more, but the problem is that everyone else can too!

Cui Cheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and cursed Li Shimin inwardly for being despicable and shameless.

Li Shimin, the son of your mother's maid!

He looked up and found that the incense had already burned down to half its original state.

Given such a short timeframe, it's impossible to estimate how much other families can contribute.

Cui Cheng gritted his teeth and decided to go all in!

He picked up his pen and wrote down a few numbers. Then, seemingly feeling that the numbers weren't enough, he wrote down several more sentences. After looking at the other cubicles, he seemed to feel that it still wasn't enough, so he picked up his pen again.

The incense burned slowly, and with each wisp of incense burned, a look of despair would appear on someone's face before they picked up their brush again.

Finally, the last wisp of smoke rose.

"Please, gentlemen, stop writing!"

The auctioneer shouted.

The eunuchs quickly collected all the papers and presented them to Li Shimin on his desk.

The entire hall was deathly silent. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at Li Shimin, awaiting the final outcome.

Li Shimin slowly unfolded the documents one by one and calmly browsed through them.

His gaze lingered on several astonishing numbers, and the corners of his mouth deepened almost imperceptibly.

When he saw the additional conditions, a knowing look and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Land, mines, trade routes, book collections, famous paintings, fine horses, even marriage alliances and political promises...

These powerful families have truly laid out their most treasured possessions and future bargaining chips for this "Immortal Tower".

Especially when seeing certain numbers, even though my face remains expressionless, I still gasp inwardly.

I know these aristocratic families are wealthy!

I never imagined they were so rich!!!

Your mother is a servant!

I suddenly want to learn about Huang Chao's story.

Finally, Li Shimin put down the last piece of paper.

"Heaven's will is clear, and the future of literature is assured."

"The celestial destiny of the Nine-Turn Wenchang Pagoda ends with—"

"Cui Cheng of the Qinghe Cui Clan!"