The price quickly hit 11 million.
“My Mo Clan bids 12 million!” the scarred middle-aged man waved.
“The Mo Clan’s gone to 12 million!”
“The Mo Clan’s loaded, though 12 million for this saber isn’t a loss, it’d cost more at Xiaoyao Pavilion or Taixu Tavern.”
…
“Since Clan Leader Mo wants it, I, Cheng, won’t steal it,” the prior 11-million bidder said.
His words were watertight—giving Mo face while stepping back gracefully.
“Great! This Holy Spirit-grade weapon goes to Clan Leader Mo!” the auctioneer hammered.
Next item up.
“This third treasure should intrigue you all, it’s intel on a Wind Spirit Pearl, starting at 400,000 spirit crystals!” the auctioneer grinned.
Lin Yun, having mastered Wind Mystery fully, didn’t need it.
The intel sold for a million—pricey for mere info, not the pearl itself.
Items kept coming, Lin Yun stayed quiet.
“No Origin Water Lotus? Even intel would do!” Watching unrelated lots, he grew antsy.
As time ticked, the contest neared its end.
“Folks, our final treasure today—an Origin Water Lotus,” the elder announced.
Lin Yun perked up.
“At last!” His gaze sharpened.
He’d spare no cost for a shot at it!
Its reveal stirred the crowd.
Who didn’t want it, save those with Water Mystery mastered?
“Father, I need that lotus!” the phoenix-eyed Mo youth piped up.
“Good, I’ll secure it!” Clan Leader Mo lounged, confident.
“This Origin Water Lotus starts at 2 million spirit crystals, bid away,” the elder said.
“My Mo Clan bids 4 million!” Clan Leader Mo doubled it.
His bold bid chilled many hopefuls—challenging Mo wasn’t easy!
“Clan Leader Mo’s flush, but my Zhu Clan wants a go, we bid 6 million!” a chubby middle-aged man countered.
Two bids, and it soared, discouraging many.
“Clan Leader Zhu, think you can rival my Mo Clan? Not quite there,” Clan Leader Mo sneered from his chair.
The chubby man’s face darkened, “Still so arrogant, Clan Leader Mo.”
“I’ve the clout to be, Clan Leader Zhu, mark my words—this is mine, your Zhu Clan won’t touch it! 7 million!” Clan Leader Mo boomed.
His voice echoed, awing the crowd.
At Zhu’s seat.
*Bang!*
“Father, Mo’s too much! Utterly overbearing!” Zhu Xu slammed the table, fuming.
Clan Leader Zhu’s face soured too.
“Clan Leader Mo, it’s not that easy, 7.5 million!” he bid coldly.
“Just 500,000 more? Ha, your Zhu Clan’s so petty, I bid 9 million!” Clan Leader Mo’s voice rang.
The crowd gasped.
Zhu Clan Leader and Zhu Xu’s faces twisted—pushing higher strained them, and Mo’s taunts stung.
Lin Yun’s spot.
“Who are these Mo and Zhu Clans?” he asked the maid behind him.
“Sir, they’re top Dongyuan families, long at odds, clashing here’s no surprise,” she replied.
“Got it,” Lin Yun nodded.
“10 million! My Zhu Clan bids 10 million, if Mo wants to top it, take it!” Clan Leader Zhu said coldly.
“Ha, Zhu’s so stingy, I bid 10.5 million, this lotus is mine,” Clan Leader Mo laughed.
Zhu Clan Leader and Zhu Xu glowered, helpless.
“Looks like the lotus fight’s done.”
“Mo winning’s expected, Zhu’s coffers can’t match.”
Onlookers sighed.
At 10.5 million, it was overpriced—pushing further would soar higher.
At Xiaoyao Pavilion or Taixu Tavern, it’d be 8-9 million with a years-long wait, affordable for most who’d train elsewhere meantime.
“15 million!”
As the crowd thought it settled, the auctioneer’s hammer poised, a bold voice rang out.
“Who bid that?”
Eyes turned to the source.
A young man raised his hand—Lin Yun!
His bid stunned the hall.
“What! 15 million?”
“Who’s that guy? Never seen him!”
“He’s new, 15 million’s wild!”
Contest entrants were Dongyuan notables, mostly familiar, but Lin Yun was a stranger.
His jump—4.5 million more—bucked the trend of smaller increments at high stakes.
Zhu Xu, once dejected, perked up, “Father, someone’s challenging Mo, and so high! Mo’s in a bind now—let’s see them squirm!”
“Interesting,” Clan Leader Zhu smiled.
They couldn’t beat Mo, but someone cutting Mo down a peg thrilled them.
“Young sir, you… really mean 15 million? No jesting,” the auctioneer double-checked.
He’d run centuries of contests—never seen a bid like this!
“Of course,” Lin Yun smiled.
The maid behind him gaped, dumbfounded.
15 million spirit crystals!
This unassuming hero wielded insane wealth!
“Right, if it’s real, this hero bids 15 million, any takers?” The auctioneer steadied, scanning the room.
