“No way, I need to change rooms.”
Lu Ming immediately called for the staff.
However, the reply he received was that room changes were not allowed.
The staff member then held back their own disgust and cast a major Cleansing Technique on the room.
Looking at the freshly served spirit fruits, everyone lost their appetite.
They didn't even dare to open the window anymore.
“Princess, is there something special about that dog?”
In the beautiful woman's room across the way, an elderly woman asked.
Bai Yaoyao tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let out a soft laugh.
“Elder, I feel that this dog's bloodline is anything but ordinary.”
Hearing Bai Yaoyao's words, the elderly woman sized up Big Yellow once more.
“I don't see anything! It just looks like a black-and-white stray dog.”
“Hehe... I suspect this isn't its true form. If we run into it in the secret realm, let's abduct it.”
Bai Yaoyao stared at the window Lu Ming and his group had just shut, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with absolute determination.
...
“Welcome, fellow Daoists, to the Blood Fiend Tower auction!”
On the elevated platform of the first floor, a black-clothed old man at the Nascent Soul stage appeared.
The old man didn't waste any time on pleasantries and got straight to the point.
“We shall now begin with our first auction item, a mid-grade magical artifact: the Chengying Sword.”
With a wave of his hand, a sword appeared on the table in front of him.
Thud!
The Sect Master of the Haoran Sect slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
How audacious of these scoundrels to actually dare put the Chengying Sword up for auction!
Ye Fan stared down at the Chengying Sword, his eyes narrowing slightly.
That damn mortal is here too.
He swept his gaze across the room, but he didn't spot Lu Ming anywhere.
But now that he knew the other party was here...
...as long as he got the chance, he would definitely kill him.
Meanwhile, when Huang Tianbao saw the Chengying Sword, his face beneath his mask flushed with excitement.
It must be Eldest Senior Brother! Have they come to find me?
He glanced at Ye Fan beside him. Yeah, I need to find a chance to slip away.
Lu Ming was also a little surprised to see the Chengying Sword below. He hadn't expected the Xiaoyao Sect to actually sell it.
In the end, the Chengying Sword was bought back by the Sect Master of the Haoran Sect.
He didn't want this sword to remain in circulation; he couldn't afford to lose that kind of face.
The second auction item was Jiang Xueqing's alchemy furnace.
Amidst Old Ghost Jiang cursing out everyone's ancestors, he bought it back himself.
He also didn't want his beloved granddaughter's alchemy furnace to remain in the hands of outsiders.
...
The auction items were sold off one by one.
“The next item is the Star Snow Lotus.”
“What?”
“The Star Snow Lotus?”
“To think someone would actually sell that!”
...
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the entire auction hall erupted in gasps.
Lu Ming watching this play out, nodded in satisfaction.
It looked like he was going to make a fortune this time.
He even acted as a shill himself, placing a few bids to drive up the price.
In the end, a single stalk was sold for a staggering price of around two million spirit stones.
Lu Ming's eyes curved into crescent moons from his grin.
“The next item is the Nine Turn Alchemy Furnace. The pills refined with it will have their efficacy tripled...”
With that, the old man waved his hand, and a black alchemy furnace appeared on the stage.
The furnace was several feet tall, shaped like a perfectly rounded tripod cauldron.
On both sides were handles shaped like dragons, their bodies winding and spiraling around the furnace.
The belly of the furnace was plump, engraved with profound runes.
The moment the furnace appeared, Lu Ming sat up straight.
It was here. The main event was finally here.
“The starting bid is five hundred thousand spirit stones. Each increment must not be less than ten thousand spirit stones.”
Hearing this, Lu Ming's lips twitched.
He knew his plan to outbid everyone by one spirit stone at a time was ruined.
These guys weren't stupid after all; they had preemptively blocked anyone from maliciously raising the price by tiny increments.
“Six hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.”
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Ye Fan's voice rang out.
He absolutely had to win this furnace. Ye Fan's eyes shone with intensity as he stared at it.
“Eight hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.”
Old Ghost Jiang's bid followed immediately.
The Dingyuan Sect was also determined to get this furnace.
After all, their sect specialized in alchemy. How could they possibly let a furnace like this slip through their fingers?
Hearing their bids, Lu Ming couldn't help but sigh.
Just as he had expected, the competition was fierce and brutal...
“One million low-grade spirit stones.”
Lu Ming was just about to place a bid, but someone beat him to it.
“One million two hundred thousand...”
Lu Ming opened his mouth again, only to be cut off once more.
What the hell, are they not even going to let me speak?
“Two million four hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!”
Lu Ming called out his bid in annoyance.
The moment Lu Ming yelled out "two million four hundred thousand," the entire venue fell dead silent.
“Damn it...”
“Is he crazy?”
“He's looking for death...”
After a brief pause, a chorus of curses erupted throughout the hall.
Everyone else was raising the bid bit by bit, but this motherfucker just doubled it.
“Are there any higher bids?”
The auctioneer scanned the room and asked.
Ye Fan was also stunned by the price of 2.4 million.
“Two million five hundred thousand...”
Snapping out of his daze, he still raised the bid.
Then, he turned to Huang Tianbao and said:
“This guy is clearly just a nouveau riche...”
Huang Tianbao was quite speechless. What's wrong with being a nouveau riche? If you want to show off your wealth, then go ahead and show it off!
“You are right, Senior,” Huang Tianbao agreed, though he didn't mean a word of it.
“Senior Brother, feel free to bid. If you don't have enough, I still have some here.”
Hei Lingyue spoke up from beside him, handing Ye Fan a storage bag.
Ye Fan swept his divine sense over it—one million low-grade spirit stones. He hadn't expected this woman to be so wealthy.
“Alright, thank you.”
Ye Fan reached out and took the storage bag.
“Hehe... Senior Brother, you're being too polite.”
Hei Lingyue nodded shyly.
Huang Tianbao looked on with complete exasperation. Can you two flirt somewhere private? Do you have to do it right in front of me?
Meanwhile, in the neighboring room, Lu Ming's lips twitched when he heard Ye Fan's bid.
This was a private joke only he could appreciate.
Sure enough, when he turned around, Diao San and the others showed no reaction.
Dingyuan Sect: “Three million low-grade spirit stones.”
Ye Fan: “Three million five hundred thousand.”
Haoran Sect: “Three million six hundred thousand.”
Shill: “Four million...”
...
“Five million.”
Lu Ming called out another high bid. He had already made up his mind.
He was willing to go up to six million at most. Any more than that, and he would let it go.
He wasn't on his own anymore; he had an entire sect to feed.
Diao San's eyes flickered upon hearing Lu Ming's bid.
He spoke up, “Great Sect Master, I will go down and look around...”
“Sure.”
Lu Ming didn't think much of it and casually agreed.
Diao San first washed his face with a specific solution.
Then, with a flicker of spiritual light over his body, his face reverted to its original appearance.
This was a disguise technique Lu Ming had found among the manuals of the Qingshan Sect.
After all, makeup was easy to see through, whereas a proper disguise technique was far superior.
Currently, Lu Ming and his group used the special solution combined with the disguise technique.
Using both methods, they maintained their pale-faced, dark-circled look.
“Yo, Diao San! You've been doing pretty well lately, haven't you? To think you'd actually make it into the auction!”
Diao San wandered around the first-floor lobby.
His eyes darted around as he intentionally strolled past an acquaintance.
It was a former colleague from his days as a guide.
“Hehe... What do you mean 'doing well'? I'm just running errands for my employer.”
“Senior Brother, you're the one who's truly successful, working right inside the auction house.”
“Oh, please. I'm just temporary help, temporary help...”
“Aiya, even that is pretty amazing.”
Diao San looked at him with an expression of pure envy.
The other man clearly enjoyed the praise, absolutely loving the look of jealousy on Diao San's face.
Diao San flattered him a bit more and quietly slipped him two spirit stones.
“Senior Brother, is there any insider info?”
The man looked left and right, then whispered:
“I accidentally found out that the Blood Fiend Tower is selling the buyers' information. However, they only sell it to demonic cultivators...”
Hearing this, Diao San's eyes gleamed. He exchanged a few more polite words with the man before quickly taking his leave.
He hurried back.
“Great Sect Master, the Blood Fiend Tower is selling the buyers' information...”
Lu Ming was stunned. Holy crap. As expected of demonic cultivators—they actually do business like this!
No way, I have to buy a copy too.
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