“One hundred and fifty billion.”
The bid did not come from Ge Ying, nor from Qin Feng or the others, but from box number three.
Li Feng was stunned. This was the first time he had heard anyone from another box bid. After all, when Ge Ying had explained the golden invitation earlier, she had told him that it was rare for even one holder of a golden invitation to show up.
Li Feng grew curious about who was in box three.
“One hundred and sixty billion,” called from box four.
“One hundred and seventy billion.”
“One hundred and eighty billion.”
Bids rose one after another. Very soon, the price reached two hundred billion.
The smaller factions down below listened to the rapid-fire bidding with pounding hearts. Two hundred billion was a figure they could scarcely imagine.
“Two hundred and ten billion,” Qin Feng called again.
“Two hundred and forty billion.” At Li Feng’s signal, Ge Ying spoke. The amount silenced the entire hall.
Two hundred and forty billion!
Even though everyone in the hall was either rich or noble, they nearly fell off their seats at this astronomical figure. Even Qin Feng and the other top-family heirs turned pale. Even with their families’ backing, they probably could not produce that much.
The old auctioneer on the stage also changed colour for a moment, momentarily lost for words.
Two hundred and forty billion Chinese yuan could be piled into a mountain.
A wave of commotion swept through the venue.
For a long time, everyone remained in shock.
“Box thirty-five bids two hundred and forty billion. Is there any higher offer?” The auctioneer’s voice brought some quiet.
Yet just when everyone thought no one would challenge it, another voice rang out.
“Two hundred and forty-one billion.”
The hall froze.
Two hundred and forty-one billion. Someone was still competing. All eyes turned to the source. A young man wearing a fox mask stood up from an elegant seat, a cold smirk on his face as he looked toward box thirty-five.
“Damn it.” Li Feng’s expression darkened. Two hundred and forty billion was already his limit. He had brought only about five billion to the auction. He had won one hundred and fifty billion betting in the arena, and his five Foundation Establishment Pills had sold for fifty billion, giving him roughly two hundred and fifty billion in total. After fees, he could actually spend around two hundred and thirty billion.
Thanks to the golden invitation’s twenty-percent discount, he had confidently let Ge Ying call two hundred and forty billion.
But now someone was still fighting him. Unless he sold something else on the spot, the thousand-year ice dew would go to another. Yet thousand-year ice dew was something one might never encounter again encounter. Missing this chance, who knew when the next would come.
“What’s wrong?” Ge Ying asked, seeing Li Feng’s grim face.
“How much do you two have? I need to borrow some,” Li Feng said to the Ge siblings. Everything he owned was priceless to him and could not be bought with money. If the Ge family had spare cash, borrowing was best.
“I have one billion,” Ge Feng said without hesitation, handing over a bank card.
Li Feng nodded to Ge Ying. “Add everything.”
“Two hundred and fifty billion,” Ge Ying announced.
Two hundred and fifty billion. Her voice struck like thunder, leaving everyone dizzy, the figure echoing in their minds.
The old auctioneer on stage stood frozen.
The auction had been held countless times, and thousand-year ice dew had been sold before, but never at such an insane price.
Qin Feng, Li Wu, and the rest were dumbfounded. They all wondered who on earth this tycoon was, willing to spend two hundred and fifty billion on thousand-year ice dew.
The fox-masked youth in the elegant seat was equally stunned. Two hundred and fifty billion was a sum even he could not produce right now.
The old man beside him sighed. “Young master, we didn’t expect him to be this rich. We have to give up.”
A cold glint flashed in the fox youth’s eyes. “Two hundred and fifty billion for thousand-year ice dew. That kid certainly has guts. But this matter isn’t over. I hope he has the life to use what he bought.”
“Two hundred and fifty billion. Just who is it?” a middle-aged man in box three snorted.
Although thousand-year ice dew was a wonder of heaven and earth, it was only truly useful to martial artists below the innate realm. For innate experts, its effect was far smaller. Spending two hundred and fifty billion on it was widely considered not worth it.
Amid the shocked whispers of the crowd, Li Feng secured the thousand-year ice dew for two hundred and fifty billion.
Thanks to his golden invitation discount, he only had to pay two hundred and thirty-five billion. The old auctioneer personally delivered the jade bottle to him.
Holding the bottle, joy surged in Li Feng’s heart. He had finally obtained the thousand-year ice dew.
Others thought two hundred and fifty billion excessive, but Li Feng disagreed. It was exactly what he needed most right now. With it, he could raise his cultivation and be certain of victory when the time came to fight for the Nine Dragons Jade.
After all, most of the money came from the arena bets and the five Foundation Establishment Pills. The amount he had actually spent himself, including the loan from Ge Feng, was only about six billion. To him, it was worth every penny. It was barely a little more than the price of five Foundation Establishment Pills.
Moreover, when he had bet against the tiger-headed youth in the arena, he had also won a Heavenly Origin Spirit Fruit and a Wind-Thunder Array Talisman. Those two items alone were worth more than six billion.
The remaining lots were a profound-tier cultivation method and a profound-tier martial skill, but Li Feng had no interest in either.
Soon, the auction ended.
“The Ghost Market is about to open. Let’s go take a look,” Li Feng said to the Ge siblings and Zhong Shuhui, a sharp glint in his eyes.
His funds were nearly exhausted, yet he still wanted to visit the Ghost Market. Money was not always required there; bartering was common, and it was the best place to hunt for hidden treasures among junk, provided one had the eye for it.
“Yes, yes!” Ge Ying was thrilled. To her, the Ghost Market was simply great fun.
“Remember, my name here is Xiu Luo,” Li Feng warned Ge Ying seriously. She had a big mouth, and if she accidentally used his real name, trouble would follow. Many eyes were on him now that he had bought the thousand-year ice dew.
“I know, I know,” Ge Ying nodded quickly.
The four left the box. Just as they stepped out of the auction hall on their way to the Ghost Market, two people blocked their path.
“Is something the matter?” Li Feng’s eyes narrowed, his gaze icy as he regarded the two middle-aged men wearing fierce ghost masks that gave off a sinister aura.
“You’re the one who bought the thousand-year ice dew, aren’t you?” one of the men asked coldly.
“That’s right. It’s me. What do you want?” Li Feng had known trouble would come the moment he won the item. He had not expected it to arrive so quickly.
“I want to buy your thousand-year ice dew,” the man said.
“Buy it?” Li Feng gave a cold laugh. “Sure. Five hundred billion, and it’s yours.”
“Five hundred billion?” The man looked at him with contempt, raised one finger, and said, “One billion. Sell it to me.”
Li Feng laughed again. One billion? He had paid over twenty billion for it. Did they really think he was that easy to bully?
“What, you’re not willing?” The man’s gaze turned colder. Thousand-year ice dew was too important for martial artists below the innate realm. They had already given up hope, but when they saw only young people emerge from box thirty-five, greed stirred again.
In their view, youngsters like these were easy to intimidate. A little threat, and the ice dew would be handed over obediently.
“If you don’t want to die, get lost,” Li Feng said, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
“What did you say?” Anger flared in the man’s eyes. This ignorant brat actually told him to get lost.
“I said, get lost,” Li Feng repeated coldly.
“You’re courting death.” Furious, the man released the aura of a peak Houtian seventh-layer expert.
“What, you want to fight here?” Li Feng sneered. A mere peak Houtian seventh-layer thought he could threaten him? Truly ignorant.
“Hmph. I hope you stay in this underground city forever.” The man’s expression changed. He really did not dare make a move here. In all the years since the Ancient Martial Arts Association’s underground city had existed, no one had ever dared fight inside it. Even they, bold as they were, would not break that rule.
“Kid, the Blood-Kill Twin Eagles will remember you.” The man shot Li Feng a venomous look, left those words, and walked away with his companion.
“Blood-Kill Twin Eagles?” Li Feng gave a cold laugh. This was the first time he had heard anyone announce their real name in the underground city. Two peak Houtian seventh-layer martial artists, yet so arrogant? Did they think he could do nothing to them?
“Blood-Kill Twin Eagles?” Zhong Shuhui, Ge Feng, and Ge Ying all paled at the name.
“You know these Blood-Kill Twin Eagles?” Li Feng noticed their reactions and paused.
“Young master, the Blood-Kill Twin Eagles are vicious criminals. You’re in trouble now that they’ve marked you,” Zhong Shuhui said gravely.
“Just two peak Houtian seventh-layer ants. If they don’t know what’s good for them, I don’t mind sending them on their way,” Li Feng replied, killing intent cold in his eyes.
“Sending us on our way? What a bold claim.” At that moment, a sneering voice rang out.
