System Auction Shop, I'll sell out across all realms!

Zhao Wuji and Ye Tianlin have clashed.

"One million two hundred thousand!"

"One million three hundred thousand!"

"One million four hundred thousand!"

The price skyrocketed, leaving everyone watching in stunned silence.

"Holy crap, over a million?"

"Are these two crazy?"

"Is a single cultivation technique really that important?"

"You don't know anything. There are only a handful of fifth-grade high-quality books in the entire Great Yan Dynasty."

"You're explaining my actions as just trying to liven things up to you?"

"Holy shit..."

"Wait for me at the door after the auction, your mother."

……

Zhao Wuji held up the sign, his hand trembling slightly.

"One million five hundred thousand."

After he shouted that, he felt his throat was completely dry.

"Tea……"

"Give me some tea to soothe my throat..."

His butler handed him tea and said in a low voice:

"Master, is that enough?"

"If you add any more pawnshops, they'll have to sell it off."

"I know."

Zhao Wuji stared intently at the book on the stage, his eyes practically burning with desire.

"In all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen a fifth-grade high-level cultivation technique displayed on a table for people to bid on."

Do you think I'd be willing to let go?

"But sir..."

"Stop talking, I want to be alone."

The veins on the hand that was gripping the sign were bulging.

One thought kept replaying in my mind—

Is it worth betting the entire Zhao family fortune on this?

That goes without saying!

Even if it's not worth it, it has to be worth it!

Once the bow is drawn, no horse will turn back; only mules will.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"One million five hundred and fifty thousand!"

The sound cracked.

"Let's gamble!"

"If I, Zhao Wuji, back down today, those old bastards will laugh at me for the rest of my life."

Ye Tianlin on the other side didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

"One million six hundred thousand!"

The voice was steady and clear, but if you listened carefully, you could hear that the ending notes were a little weak.

The Ye family butler's face turned pale, and he leaned close to Ye Tianlin's ear:

"Master, our limit is 1.6 million. Any more than that would strain our treasury reserves."

"I know."

Ye Tianlin's lips moved, but he didn't turn around.

"If we get that cultivation manual, the Ye family can forever crush the other three families under our feet."

"At that time, not only will the number one family in the royal city have to look up to us, but the entire Great Yan Dynasty will have to be subservient to us."

"One million six hundred and fifty thousand!"

His hand was shaking when he held up the sign.

But the voice was harsher than before.

Zhao Wuji remained silent.

He raised his hand halfway, then lowered it again.

"Hold."

"I can't come up with 1.65 million."

"If we add any more, the Zhao family will fall apart."

"Fine, fine, Ye Tianlin, you old bastard, you're so arrogant."

Zhao Wuji slumped back and threw the sign on the table.

"I'm not going anymore."

Even after the arrow is drawn, there's always a horse that turns back, and it's not a mule.

It's Zao Wou-Ki...

Ye Tianlin couldn't help but smile.

His mouth was stretched wide, like a gourd.

"We won."

"The Ye family has won."

"I've got the fifth-grade superior cultivation technique."

He took a deep breath, ready to wait for Lin Tian to bring down the gavel.

Suddenly a voice drifted down from the third floor.

"One million eight hundred thousand."

The entire audience looked up in unison.

The innermost room on the third floor!

Qin Ziwei smiled and tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest.

"One million eight hundred thousand spirit stones."

"There are no other advantages, except that the budget is sufficient."

Ye Tianlin's expression changed on the spot.

"broken."

"That sounds like that royal aunt..."

"I forgot about this one."

He stared in the direction of the third floor, his lips trembling.

He wanted to ask the Third Princess for some face, but he swallowed the words back.

Should I ask her to give me face?

Do I deserve it...?

Ye Tianlin's eyes reddened.

He turned his head, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper was scraping sheet metal.

How much is left in the warehouse?

The butler shuddered.

After a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out a number.

Ye Tianlin's eyes reddened even more after hearing this.

"Press it down."

"Go all in."

"It's all or nothing."

His voice was hoarse, but every word he uttered carried weight.

"Two million."

The area around the auction stage was deathly quiet.

The onlookers below were all gaping, unable to close their mouths.

"Two million spirit stones?"

"I've never seen so much money in my entire life."

"You'd never see that in ten lifetimes, you're just a screaming idiot..."

"You son of a bitch..."

"Has the Ye family staked their ancestral home on this?"

"I reckon he'd stake his entire fortune on his underwear, let alone his ancestral home."

"What if we lose?"

"lose?"

"Look at Ye Tianlin, does he seem to have considered losing?"

Qin Ziwei sat on the third floor, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Two million? That's higher than I expected."

She turned and glanced at Han Qianqiu.

Han Qianqiu shook his head slightly.

"Stop following."

"The first one is already at level five, and there might be even better ones later."

"Keep the spirit stones and look at the next item."

Qin Ziwei thought for a moment and withdrew her fingers from the armrest.

She leaned back, and her lips twitched slightly.

However, she did admire Ye Tianlin's courage.

No wonder the Ye family can sit in the top position in the capital.

The audience was as quiet as a graveyard.

Lin Tian stood on the stage and waited for two breaths.

"Two million spirit stones, for the first time."

No one answered.

"Two million spirit stones, for the second time."

Still, no one answered.

Everyone's eyes turned to the third floor.

The direction from which the Third Princess was located was quiet and still, without a sound.

Ye Tianlin was trembling all over in his private room.

I clenched my fist, my nails dug into my palm, and I didn't even feel the blood seeping out.

"Don't make a sound... don't make a sound..."

"Don't follow...please don't follow..."

"God help me..."

He muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.

His eyes were fixed on the wooden mallet in Lin Tian's hand.

Lin Tian's voice rang out again.

"Two million spirit stones, for the third time."

"make a deal."

The gavel fell.

A crisp snap.

Ye Tianlin fell backward and slumped into the back of the chair.

"call……"

"Huff... huff..."

He was panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of a dry latrine.

He laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"The Ye family...the Ye family is about to become the number one family in the Great Yan Dynasty..."

The butler's eyes also reddened.

"Master...congratulations, Master..."

"Call me Ye Zun!"

"Sir, are you alright?"

……

The crowd watching the spectacle below hadn't yet come to their senses.

The Ye family...

Will obtaining this cultivation manual make us a second royal family...?

hiss!

The moment this thought crossed their minds, everyone quickly suppressed it.

OK!

This has to be in Shatou!

Lin Tian stood on the auction stage, still holding the gavel in his hand.

He glanced at the reactions below and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The first item auctioned today sold for two million spirit stones.

This set the tone for the auction.

From now on, he will be taking the high-end route!

As for the lower-level...

Let the branch office handle the auction.

He gestured to the backstage area, and the waiter quickly brought up the next item for auction.

A piece of red silk was placed on the tray, with the surface of the silk slightly raised.

Lin Tian didn't rush to lift the lid; he simply stood there, waiting for the hall to quiet down again.

After a while, the commotion gradually subsided.

All eyes were once again focused on the stage.

"The second item up for auction..."

His hand touched the edge of the red silk, and he slowly lifted it forward.

……