The gazes were filled with varying lights among all those within the ten private rooms, as they looked at the gloves on the tray.
Most of them felt an overwhelming excitent, mixed with imnse anticipation.
In Room Ten, the blue-clad elder stiffened and suddenly stood up from his chair.
"A Spiritual Item."
The blue-clad elder mumbled to himself.
"I want it. If I present it to my father, he will surely be greatly pleased," Young Master Qi said with a full smile.
"The Young Master's words are true. If the Sect Master obtains this item, not only will his powers improve, but the Young Master's status in his eyes will rise sharply. However, this Spiritual Item might not co cheap," the blue-clad elder said respectfully.
"As long as I can buy it, no matter how high the price, what does it matter?"
Young Master Qi showed complete indifference.
While such a scene was unfolding in Room Ten, similar scenarios were playing out in the other rooms.
In Room Three, Ye Feng's eyes were focused together, looking at the item on the tray, at the pair of gloves.
He sighed softly as the gloves, though good, were not what he needed.
Since it wasn't what he needed, naturally he had no interest.
He simply closed his eyes and paid no further attention to the gloves.
Beside him, Green, upon seeing Ye Feng's indifferent expression, felt a certain disappointnt mixed with a burning look towards those gloves.
But in the end, he could only suppress the desire in his heart.
Because he knew, regardless of his cultivation or financial strength, he couldn't afford to acquire this item.
So even though he deeply wanted it, what could he do?
"Do you desire it very much?" At that mont, Ye Feng, who had his eyes closed, seed to have sensed sothing and asked in this manner.
"No, no," Green imdiately denied.
"If you want it, I'll give it to you. But, if there's nothing I need at that place, you know what price you must pay," Ye Feng replied blandly.
His words were plain, but in Green's ears they were like a huge bomb, causing his heart to tremble greatly.
"Thank you, elder," Green thought for a mont and then said heavily.
"Good, you may bid as you please," Ye Feng said lightly.
Imdiately, warmth filled Green's heart.
Outside the room, the heat of the scene had already reached a fever pitch, as everyone looked longingly at the gloves on the tray.
Qing Feng, on the high stage, took in all the expressions before him and continued, "The na of these gloves is indeed correct, as everyone said. They are truly a Spiritual Item."
"In this world, I do not know how many Spiritual Items exist, but I understand these items are extrely rare on this planet."
"Even so Lord Cultivators cannot possess this item, which is why it's so valuable."
"And since a Spiritual Item is very precious, it naturally has a use worthy of its value. I do not know which one among you can harvest this Spiritual Item in your hand."
"But what I must tell you is that obtaining a Spiritual Item is always worthwhile, regardless of cost. Frankly, I would very much like to own this item, but rules prevent from doing so."
In an instant, Qing Feng spoke a great deal and, seeing the atmosphere had been properly set, he spoke again.
"Now begins the official auction of the Spiritual Item, with a starting price of one million Black Crystals, each raise not less than one hundred thousand Black Crystals."
Bang,
When Qing Feng's voice fell, the entire hall exploded like bombs in every cultivator's heart.
Everyone's breath beca hurried and intensely shocked as they looked at the gloves within the tray.
Oh my god, are the gloves really that expensive?
This is truly unbelievable.
Within the hearts of ordinary cultivators erged a tumultuous storm, as did the hearts of those in the rooms.
Except for the room with Ye Feng, the others felt a sudden sting.
But it was only a sting.
Although the starting price of one million was sowhat high for them and exceeded expectations, it was, after all, rely one million Black Crystals, not much to them.
In Room Three, upon hearing the price, Ye Feng's expression remained very calm, but Green couldn't sit still.
He stood up from his chair, eyes narrowing in conflict.
He glanced at the seating Ye Feng and spoke respectfully, "Elder, I don't want this thing anymore."
"Words once spoken cannot be retracted. You may bid confidently, but do not forget what I said; otherwise, I will not show rcy," Ye Feng responded casually.
"Yes, elder."
Green's heart was incredibly warm.
Though he knew not why Ye Feng treated Black Crystals so indifferently, he didn't ponder deeply.
His thought was simple: since the elder told him to bid, he would bid.
Qing Feng, upon seeing the reaction after announcing the price of the gloves, felt it was reasonable.
He swept his gaze across the hall, focusing on the ten rooms.
He knew very well the only ones capable of purchasing the gloves were the people within those rooms.
He did not believe the other cultivators had the capital to bid on these three final items.
He cupped his hands and loudly called to all, "The auction begins, please bid, fellow cultivators."
As his voice spread, the powerful voice of Green erged from Room Three.
"One hundred and fifty thousand Black Crystals."
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng opened his eyes in slight surprise, looking at Green standing before him.
He had not expected Green to start with such a price.
But he did not bla him, simply glanced at Green's figure and closed his eyes again.
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