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

As soon as Lin Tian finished speaking, Zhao Wuji raised the price to an alarming level.

One million.

What is that?

The moment those three words were uttered, the entire hall felt as if someone had grabbed its neck.

This Zhao clan chief is a real big shot!

In the private rooms on the second floor, many people were furious upon hearing this voice.

Li Xuanqing held his teacup, unaware that the tea had spilled all over the table.

His face was ashen, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of Zhao Wuji's private room, as if he wanted to stare a hole through that direction.

Zhao Wuji, are you deliberately picking a fight?

We didn't even have a chance to bid, that damn Zhao Wuji!

He cursed in his heart eight hundred times, but dared not utter a single word.

If he dares to say it out loud, his Li family in Xuantian City might have to change to the Zhao family of Xuantian City tomorrow.

Although the Zhao family ranks third in the capital, they are definitely not a small family that can be easily bullied.

When Zhao Wuji offered one million, he had already eliminated most of the candidates.

Within the entire Great Yan Dynasty, there are no more than ten companies that can come up with one million spirit stones in liquid assets.

Those small sects and forces don't even have the right to speak.

Zhao Wuji sat in his private room, his expression unchanged, but his heart was beating twice as fast as usual.

He dared to shout "one million" because he wanted to intimidate those people with his imposing manner, and Zhao Wuji had no other choice but to do so.

There are quite a few people present who are wealthier than him. If he wants to get this drop of essence blood, he can only resort to crooked tricks. I may not be able to compete with you in terms of money, but can I not compete with you in terms of voice?

Just as Zhao Wuji's lips curled into a smile, a familiar female voice came from the third floor.

"One million five hundred thousand."

Qin Ziwei!

Zhao Wuji's smile froze on his face, and his fingers suddenly gripped the armrest tightly.

One million five hundred thousand—how many spirit stones did the royal family actually give her?

The Zhao family emptied their coffers to scrape together about two million spirit stones, while this third princess has already bought a piece of clothing that cost two million spirit stones.

How could someone so casually add another 500,000? Could they be bluffing me?

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, about to raise the price, when an unfamiliar voice came from another private room on the third floor.

"Two and a half million."

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a clear, youthful quality to it. The moment it fell, the entire hall seemed to be paused.

Two and a half million spirit stones!

This person actually added a million at once, jumping from 1.5 million to 2.5 million.

"Hiss, who is this person? He actually managed to come up with 2.5 million spirit stones."

"My god, even if you're rich, you can't play like this. This is completely disregarding spirit stones!"

The crowd inside was buzzing with discussion, clearly shocked by this man's actions.

Everyone's eyes were searching for the source of the sound, turning in unison to a VIP room on the third floor.

Behind the crystal window of that VIP room, the silhouette of a young man could be vaguely seen. He was tall and slender, sitting casually, as if he didn't care about the two and a half million at all.

Who is this person?

Everyone is asking this question, but no one can answer it.

They considered all the major families, first-class sects, and the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty.

But this person wasn't from any family; his voice was too young to be that of any family head.

But his actions were too ruthless, so ruthless that even the third princess of the royal family was suppressed.

Qin Ziwei sat in her VIP room, looking bewildered.

She can't come up with two and a half million!

Qin Ziwei turned around, looked at Ye Zhenshan, and then at Han Qianqiu.

The three men stared at each other, none of them speaking. Ye Zhenshan's brows furrowed into a knot.

The honest man's expression was written all over his face; Ye Zhenshan was completely speechless.

Han Qianqiu's expression remained calm, but a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes. Was there still such a wealthy and powerful force within the Great Yan Dynasty?

If they're not from the Great Yan Dynasty, then they must be from outside!

At this very moment, in that VIP room, a young man dressed in a black robe was staring intently at the drop of divine tiger blood on the stage.

His name is Ye Yun. He was originally the young sect master of Liuyun Sect, a second-rate sect in Qingzhou. The strongest person in the sect was at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm, which was considered quite prestigious in Qingzhou.

The purpose of this trip was to relax, as the triennial martial arts tournament in Qingzhou was about to begin.

As the young sect master of the Flowing Cloud Sect, he was only at the mid-stage of the Blood Condensation Realm, and the gap between him and the core disciples of other sects was far too great.

He didn't want to see his peers enjoying great success on stage while he could only sit in the audience.

So Ye Yun left the sect, traveling and stopping along the way, hoping to find some opportunities.

When he passed through the Great Yan Dynasty, he originally intended to visit the royal city, but he heard that there was a very powerful auction house there, so he just wandered in.

He never expected that upon entering, he would encounter this drop of essence blood.

Nine Luminaries Black Tiger Essence Blood, a fifth-tier superior grade!

Ye Yun's eyes were shining. His talent was neither good nor bad; it could only be described as average.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the young sect leader, the sect might have already demoted him to an inner sect member and taken back his salary.

Fortunately, the elders in the sect treated him well, and they pooled together several million spirit stones for him to take with him this time.

Ye Yun's fingers clenched tightly on her knees, her knuckles turning white.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were as firm as iron.

Who says a loser can't turn their life around?

Then, Ye Yun looked at Lin Tian on the stage with bright eyes, even showing a hint of admiration.

The owner of the venue was about the same age as me, but his audacity in auctioning off such treasures made me feel ashamed of myself.

Ye Yun took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then leaned back in his chair, waiting for others to raise the price.

This item in the auction must belong to him. The Flowing Cloud Sect is much stronger than the Great Yan Dynasty. There are three people in the late stage of the Divine Sea Realm within the sect.

Under these circumstances, the Liuyun Sect has many affiliated sects, and the protection fees they collect each year generate a large income.

Therefore, no one present had more spirit stones than him!

Qin Ziwei remained silent for a long time. Her budget limit was 2.6 million, but she could increase it.

But the man's nonchalant tone just now made Qin Ziwei realize that his budget was much higher than hers.

Qin Ziwei shook her head. Enough, enough. People are never satisfied.

She has already taken the spear; this drop of blood essence should be given to that mysterious person.

Qin Ziwei leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

……

Zhao Wuji didn't raise the price any further. Why? Because compared to those two, he was a penniless nobody.

His limit is two million, two and a half million, he doesn't even dare to think about it.

The hall remained quiet for a long time…

Lin Tian's voice broke the silence.

"Two and a half million spirit stones, for the first time."

No one answered...

"The second time."

Still, no one answered...

"Third time. Deal."

The sound of the mallet falling was crisp and short. Ye Yun clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles making a cracking sound.