"Cough, cough, cough!"
Mao Si stepped onto the stage, his expression solemn, deeply concerned about this auction. After all, the attendees were powerhouses from the Immortal, Demon, and Demon Path realms—these were the most powerful and influential figures under heaven and earth.
"Welco, everyone. Today’s auction features only one item—the Divine dicine."
"After verification by Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s exclusive Identification Master, we have confird this Divine dicine is called Nine-colored Grass. Now, let us present it for your inspection."
Soon.
Six True Immortal Realm experts cautiously escorted the Divine dicine to the stage.
As the Divine dicine erged,
the powerhouses in various private rooms stood and gazed toward it. So began to employ their Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills to uncover its true essence. However, their techniques shattered re inches from the dicine, utterly incapable of penetrating even the faintest bit.
This truly was an unparalleled Divine dicine, possessing innate powers to prevent even the slightest scrutiny.
As for the six True Immortals, their situation was far from comfortable. The overwhelming pressure from the countless probes by other True Immortal powerhouses was so intense, it pushed them to their limits—even against peers of their own rank.
Mao Si said, "Ladies and gentlen, there is no need to probe further. This Divine dicine is naturally shielded from such attempts, as we’ve already confird through experints at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Now, let touch upon the most crucial detail—its unique efficacy."
"As ntioned earlier, this Divine dicine is called Nine-colored Grass."
"When fully matured and consud, it can condense into a Ninth Grade Five Elents Spirit Root—or even an Immortal Grade Spirit Root. Either way, it will ultimately form the Saint Immortal Body."
"The benefits of the Saint Immortal Body need no introduction. I’m sure you are all well aware."
As soon as he finished speaking,
the attendees at the auction were utterly shocked. None of them had expected that this Divine dicine could truly form a Saint Immortal Body—how could it be possible?
The Saint Immortal Body was sothing ford innately, yet there was a Divine dicine capable of creating it.
To them, this was nothing short of a fairy tale.
"How can we know whether what Heavenly Treasure Pavilion claims is true? What if it’s a lie?" soone questioned.
Mao Si replied, "Rest assured, Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s reputation is at stake here; we would never deceive anyone. If anyone still doubts us, you are free not to participate in the auction. Apart from our reputation, we indeed have no tangible proof."
A reputable entity like Heavenly Treasure Pavilion truly held the advantage, able to act as they pleased.
If you choose not to believe us, there’s nothing more that can be done.
We’ll have to kindly ask you to step aside.
The powerhouses deliberating inside the private rooms did not harbor significant doubts about the authenticity of the Divine dicine. Instead, they were calculating the limits of their resources. But despite pondering deeply, none could quite determine their absolute threshold.
It was unquestionably a supre treasure.
No one could resist the desire to obtain it.
In an instant,
a terrifying aura erupted within the auction hall—it seed to originate from one of the private rooms. A powerhouse had unleashed Divine Skills, employing their Divine Vision to probe the identities of those in other rooms.
He wanted to know who occupied every private room.
The crux of it all was that he wasn’t the only one with this idea; many others shared the sa thought.
After all, today’s auctioned item was anything but ordinary.
Their first move would be bidding; if unsuccessful, they would resort to ambush and robbery. For this Divine dicine, anything was worth the risk.
Suddenly,
a storm of probing swept through the auction hall. The surrounding Void trembled as Immortal Light and Divine Light collided, their combined intensity threatening to shake the very foundation of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
"How ferocious!" Lin Fan marveled, his perspective as a spectator filling him with excitent. Surely, he’d follow them afterward—who knew, sothing thrilling was bound to happen.
The six True Immortal powerhouses in Heavenly Treasure Pavilion unleashed their Divine Skills, enshrouding the Divine dicine in golden light.
Their expressions turned grave.
They clearly felt powerless amidst the confrontations of these powerhouses, managing only to shield the Divine dicine from collateral damage.
With difficulty, Mao Si maintained his balance and declared, "If you’re not here to participate in the auction, then the Divine dicine will be withdrawn for another day."
Soon after,
the storm of probing began to dissipate.
Voices rang out from various private rooms.
"Hmph, a bunch of despicable cowards. If you want to probe, do it openly! Show your true face—let’s see who dares to claim the prize!"
This powerhouse was clearly enraged.
What probing nonsense!
Soon, another voice retorted, "You sound so daring, huh? Want to take the lead and reveal your true face first? If you don’t dare, stop spouting useless trash."
"Exactly! It’s an auction—whoever wins it claims it. Trying to spy on others—are you planning on robbery?"
"We are all prominent figures of the Immortal, Demon, and Demon Path realms—who fears whom?"
Indeed.
These were n of blood and fire.
Not far away, Lingnan Ancestor was drenched in sweat. Too terrifying. If he didn’t auction the Divine dicine and instead consud it himself, leaving the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion alive might not even be possible.
It must be sold.
It cannot be kept. It must not be kept!
Mao Si swiftly took control of the situation, saying, "Less talk, more action. The auction begins now—no reserve price, highest bidder wins."
He clearly didn’t want to engage in these quarrels amongst powerhouses.
Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s motto was clear: auctions above all.
At that mont,
a voice rang out.
"Ten thousand Spirit Stones."
Imdiately after, curses followed.
"Damn it! Which idiot called out ten thousand? Is this Divine dicine only worth ten thousand? I’ll call twenty thousand!"
Perhaps due to anonymity, so powerhouses had been posing as refined masters, painfully restraining their behavior. Now, they had erupted into a swarm of provocateurs, ready to ignite the whole room.
"Thirty thousand."
"Forty thousand."
"Do you people have no sha? Saying ’forty thousand’ with a straight face. Co, tell who you are—I’ll see if there’s anything left for to disrespect."
Onstage, Mao Si appeared calm, but inwardly felt helpless. What kind of crowd was this? Did they even know how to bid?
Forty thousand for Divine dicine?
Are they truly worthy of their own faces?
Lin Fan chuckled, "Huang Xianzi, don’t you find these powerhouses amusing? With a bit of cover, they’re so brazen! Let their disciples see this, and they’ll laugh to death."
Huang Lier frowned, "They’re jesting. Wasting ti—or perhaps provoking soone. Since Divine Skills can’t provide answers, they’re baiting others into revealing themselves. These powerhouses are crafty; caution is advised."
Soon, Huang Lier rose from her seat and left her private room—Heavenly Treasure Pavilion also intended to participate in the bidding.
The pavilion had its sights set on the Divine dicine too.
By now, the bidding had already reached a hundred thousand.
A truly playful crowd of powerhouses.
It felt as though their actions were coordinated.
One bid after another.
Lin Fan calculated his own assets: roughly 250 million Spirit Stones, ten Spiritual Artifacts, the Immortal Treasure Golden Treasure Gourd, three Middle Grade defensive Dao Artifacts, a Treasure Map from the Demon Ancestor, Innate Spirit Vein Crystals, and more. Excluding Immortal Treasures, he could gather around 500 million Spirit Stones—or perhaps even more.
With their current pace of bidding,
not giving them a fierce shove felt unjustified.
"One billion Spirit Stones," Lin Fan called out.
He wanted to ignite the flas of war. Clearly, he did not intend to win the Divine dicine—but if he couldn’t win, he could certainly enjoy stirring chaos.
A brief pause followed.
Not because one billion was excessive for these powerhouses, but because they were trying to determine which fool ruined their fun—calling out such a high bid instead of the playful one-thousand-at-a-ti approach.
Who grew so impatient?
"One billion and one thousand."
"One billion and two thousand."
...
Lin Fan shook his head, noticing that many major players hadn’t yet made their move. The ones acting now were more like mischief-makers—they weren’t entirely unserious about the auction; they sought the Divine dicine but also took pleasure in infuriating hot-tempered peers.
"Two billion."
Lin Fan called out calmly, pushing the bid higher to make the stakes irresistible.
After all, his earnings ca from commission.
It wasn’t easy, after all.
Huang Lier smirked upon hearing Lin Fan’s two-billion call. Her Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had yet to bid, knowing full well that true escalation lay ahead—it was still early days.
"Two billion and one thousand."
"Two billion and two thousand."
The playful powerhouses resud their antics, as if trying to intentionally provoke soone. No matter how high the bid got, they always raised it by just one thousand, the pettiness enough to boil anyone’s blood.
"You all, raising by one thousand at a ti—is this not dull? Let make myself perfectly clear: raises of nothing less than fifty million! If you bid otherwise, your ancestors will rise from their graves, your wives will run off with other n, and you’ll be struck by lightning during your tribulation!"
Lin Fan unleashed his verbal assault, spilling curses and venomous language so fierce that even practitioners with solid Dao Hearts were nearly driven mad.
"That’s all I have to say, no more. Moving on."
"Three billion."
At once, angry voices erupted from other private rooms.
"What audacity, such venomous talk! Clearly Demon Path—you dare not reveal yourself, yet seek to challenge others!"
"Damn it, did the Demon Path slaughter your family? How do you know it’s them? If you have guts, reveal yourself too!"
The auction house had devolved into a noisy marketplace, with shouting and curses interwoven.
Chaotic. Disordered.
Nothing resembling the dignity of high-level auctions for elites.
It seed Mao Si received so kind of signal; he resud swiftly, saying, "Once, twice..."
But before the third call could be made, a powerhouse urgently shouted,
"Four billion."
In a flash, the auction fell silent.
The previously boisterous powerhouses were startled—so close. They had nearly allowed soone to secure it at three billion.
Was Heavenly Treasure Pavilion doing this deliberately?
This incident spurred several powerhouses to discard their slack attitudes, becoming wholly focused on the auction.
Lin Fan declared, "Seven billion."
His sole aim was to amplify montum.
"Eight billion."
As soon as he raised his bid to seven billion, it was imdiately outdone. Lin Fan chuckled, realizing it was no longer about him—the battle was now between true juggernauts.
Such wealth indeed granted liberty to act without restraint.
Simply enviable.
This had long ceased being an individual auction; it had beco a competition among factions and domains, with entire sects and organizations clashing over resources. Ordinary individuals could only dream of competing.
"Eight billion five hundred million."
"Nine billion."
The price ascended rapidly, soon surpassing ten billion.
Ten billion—the weight of such a sum!
Enough to equate to a single Ninth Grade Spirit Vein.
Consider how many disciples a major sect might have, from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands—they could sustain a large sect’s annual expenses, purely outgoing with no incoming revenue.
The Nine-colored Grass’s worth far exceeded even that.
If consud, whoever obtained it would beco the pinnacle talent of the cultivation world, utterly unmatched by anyone.
Being proclaid as the ’world’s greatest prodigy’ would not be the slightest exaggeration.
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