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

It's unclear who shouted that, but it made the first person look around.

"You're the poor bastard! Have you ever seen 100,000 spirit stones?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd finally came to their senses.

A sudden shout of a price came from a private room on the second floor:

"I'll offer 110,000 spirit stones!"

Only 10,000 spirit stones were added, but the sound was extremely loud.

The seasoned customers present immediately recognized him as Cui Mingyuan, the head of the Cui family of the Great Yan Royal City.

The Cui family ranked last among the four great families of the royal city, and their wealth was quite substantial in the past.

But today, the situation has completely changed.

The VIP room on the third floor was filled with the true elites of Qingzhou.

One hundred and eleven thousand spirit stones are nothing in the eyes of these behemoths.

A murmur of discussion immediately arose from the audience.

"Isn't that Cui Mingyuan? How did he end up sitting on the second floor?"

"Didn't you see the third floor was completely booked by major sects?"

"Even the King of Qin of the Great Yan Dynasty could only stay in a corner on the third floor. It's already a miracle that he was even able to get in."

"It's a real shame. We came back empty-handed from the last auction, and it looks like we'll be working for nothing again this time."

Cui Mingyuan has been completely obsessed lately.

He didn't manage to snag a single treasure at the last auction, so he stayed in Xuantian City and refused to leave.

Others advised him to face reality, that this time the main event was a battlefield for top sects, and their small family had no chance to get involved.

The Zhao, Sun, and Wang families, who were of similar standing, had already wisely gone to the branch auction house.

Going to the branch office, you can even be treated as a VIP.

Staying on home turf would only make them look pathetic as mere supporting players.

But Cui Mingyuan wouldn't listen.

He couldn't swallow his pride...

He always felt that as the head of one of the four great families of the royal city, he couldn't just slink away and admit defeat.

But he never understood until his death that face is never earned, but given by strength.

Without rice, so-called face is worthless.

……

After calling out the price, Cui Mingyuan sat in the private room, his hand holding the teacup trembling uncontrollably.

He stared intently at the purple-gold glazed armor on the stage, his eyes burning with a mad obsession.

He desperately wanted that armor.

110,000 was just the beginning; he felt he could add more, and the Cui family could contribute even more.

He took a deep breath and was about to raise the sign again.

A cold, clear sound suddenly crashed down from the third floor.

One million.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the noise of the entire venue.

The entire room fell silent as tens of thousands of eyes turned to the VIP room of the Great Yan Dynasty.

It is the Third Princess, Qin Ziwei.

Cui Mingyuan's hand, which was raised halfway, suddenly froze.

The tea in the teacup spilled out, covering the entire table, but he didn't notice.

It felt like being slapped hard in public, losing all face.

One million.

His fingers clenched tightly.

In the end, he helplessly put down the license plate.

He didn't even have the right to continue bidding.

In the VIP room on the third floor, Qin Batian sat upright in a chair with his hands on his knees.

He stared intently at the purple-gold glazed armor, his eyes burning with a desperate, all-or-nothing rage.

Qin Batian knew better than anyone that this was the Great Yan Dynasty's only chance.

The subsequent auction items will only fetch even higher prices, which he simply cannot afford.

Only this first item, a low-grade sixth-tier item, still has a slight chance of being contested.

Those top sects might be willing to conserve their strength for the great treasures to come.

If no one makes a bid, the Great Yan Dynasty will acquire its first sixth-tier national treasure.

He lost the bet and had no choice but to accept his fate.

Qin Batian's palms were sweating, his heart was pounding, and he waited quietly for what was to come.

But his good fortune lasted only a moment.

From another VIP room, Zixiaoge's indifferent voice rang out.

Two million.

The price doubled immediately, a crushing increase.

Seeing her father's distraught state, Qin Ziwei felt a pang of sadness and softly comforted him:

"Father, we have already obtained many opportunities, and our strength has greatly increased. There is no need to insist on this one."

Qin Batian didn't speak, he just nodded stiffly.

He understood the reasoning, but he couldn't suppress the frustration and helplessness in his heart.

It's not that he didn't want to compete, it's that he really couldn't win.

The gap in strength and financial resources is too large.

……

The bidding is still ongoing.

Three and a half million, four million, four and a half million, five million!

Each bid was raised by hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

The clan leaders on the second floor had complex expressions and were deeply shocked.

They all understood that this was no longer their battlefield.

Just when the price surged to five million, and everyone thought the dust had settled.

A hoarse yet resolute voice came from the VIP room in the far corner of the third floor.

"Five and a half million."

The person who made the bid was Ye Zhou, the sect leader of the Liuyun Sect.

Ye Zhou sat in the cramped VIP room, his face as solemn as iron.

He's a smart man too!

The Ten Thousand Beasts Manor and the Heavenly Sword Sect remained silent from beginning to end.

These two giants are definitely saving their spirit stones to buy things later.

Their goal is the ultimate treasure, the final piece of the collection.

The Flowing Cloud Sect may not be able to compete with the top sects, but if they can fight for this item, they still have a glimmer of hope.

Five and a half million.

It represents the entire fortune of the Flowing Cloud Sect.

This is a desperate gamble that risks the fate of the entire sect.

Ye Zhou had already decided that after buying the Glazed Armor, he would go to the Tianyun Mountains.

Kill that early-stage king-level monster and exchange it for resources.

Make money from money

The bidding fell silent.

No one raised the price anymore.

All eyes were focused on the VIP room of the Flowing Cloud Sect, awaiting the final hammer fall.

The most bizarre groups were the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor and the Heavenly Sword Sect.

From the start of the auction until now, these two overlords of Qingzhou have remained completely silent and made no move whatsoever.

The extreme tension before the storm.

The earlier scramble was nothing more than watching infighting among the smaller fry.

The real battlefield is yet to come.

Inside the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor, Duan Yan crossed his legs, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Fight and rob, spend all the spirit stones.

Anyway, the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor had already reserved the grand finale item.

……

Inside the Heavenly Sword Sect, Lu Chenzhou sat with his eyes closed, seemingly calm, but in reality, he was listening intently to everything around him.

He silently noted down the bottom line of each opponent's bid, and figured out everyone's financial resources.

This is the steadiness of an old monk!

The real showdown has not yet begun.

Lin Tian stood on the stage, his gaze sweeping across the entire audience, his voice steady and powerful.

"Five and a half million, for the first time."

silent.

"Five and a half million, for the second time."

Still no sound.

"Five and a half million, third time! Sold!"

The mallet struck with a crisp, resounding thud.

In the VIP room of the Liuyun Sect, Ye Zhou suddenly clenched his fist.

His nerves relaxed instantly, and he could no longer suppress his emotions, grinning wildly with a crazed smile.

Won!

The Flowing Cloud Sect has won!

They risked everything and won this sixth-tier treasure!

Ye Yun looked at her father, her eyes welling up with tears, and whispered, "Father, you're crying."

Ye Zhou was taken aback and raised his hand to touch his cheek.

It was damp.

He didn't know when he started crying.

The eyes are actually drooping...

There was not a single applause; no one was congratulating the Flowing Cloud Sect.

Everyone had only one thought: envy and jealousy!

In the two quietest VIP rooms on the third floor, two cold gazes were simultaneously cast towards the backstage area.