Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 94, Crazy Bidding

Similarly, Li Huo and Leng Wuyan did not participate in the bidding for the True Dao Pill. To them, the True Dao Pill was really somewhat superfluous.

However, there were quite a few people interested in the True Dao Pill in the venue, especially those martial artists who had no hope of advancing to the True Dao Realm in this lifetime. The Transcendence Realm and the True Dao Realm were worlds apart in terms of both prestige and status in the Great Yan Kingdom.

"21,000 lower grade Spirit Stones."

"21,200 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

"21,500 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

In just two minutes, the price of the True Dao Pill skyrocketed, and even many martial artists in the VIP rooms joined the bidding war. freёweɓnovel.com

Among them, quite a few True Dao Martial Artists also joined the fray. After all, even if they didn’t need the True Dao Pill themselves, they could still keep it for their descendants. No one could guarantee that their descendants would definitely break through to the True Dao Realm.

"30,000 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

An effeminate voice sounded, directly overshadowing all other voices in the field, making the entire place fall silent.

In VIP Room No. 15.

A slender middle-aged man sat on a demon beast leather chair, his eyes full of a sinister charm. The most bizarre thing was that a bloody Blade of Slaughter coiled around his not-so-thick arm, emitting an overwhelming bloodthirst that seemed almost tangible.

"It’s Yang Tong, the Evil Blood Blade!"

"Alas, it seems no one would dare to compete with him this time."

"Who would dare to oppose him? You’d have to be tired of living!"

"The sects he has destroyed in the Great Yan Kingdom probably number more than twenty. Even the Five Great Sects don’t interfere!"

"Exactly!"

Chu Ming had heard of Yang Tong, the Evil Blood Blade. In the Great Yan Kingdom, although the five great talents were very famous and considered overlords in the Transcendence Realm, there were still some Transcendence Realm martial artists whose strength could rival them. However, due to talent reasons, they were not as renowned.

Yang Tong, the Evil Blood Blade, was one such individual. He was also an overlord in the Transcendence Realm, comparable to the five great talents. However, he was already over thirty and extremely evil, having destroyed countless small sects for his own selfish desires.

Even some slightly weaker True Dao Martial Artists didn’t dare to provoke him. After all, even if they couldn’t defeat him, with the Evil Blood Blade’s methods, he could leave unscathed. But from then on, the family members and disciples of that True Dao Martial Artist wouldn’t dare to walk in the martial world, as it would be fatal if they encountered the Evil Blood Blade.

"40,000 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

An elderly voice rang out, directly raising the price by 10,000 lower grade Spirit Stones. The crowd immediately perked up with a mindset of enjoying the spectacle. The martial artist daring to challenge the Evil Blood Blade was either insane or truly powerful.

In VIP Room No. 8.

An elderly figure of about seventy or eighty, dressed in a robe of mottled white, with several deep wrinkles on his face and dry skin, had eyes that gleamed with sharp intelligence, marking him as extraordinary. He sipped tea indifferently, not considering the Evil Blood Blade at all.

Since the VIP rooms had one-way crystal glass, those inside could see outside, but those outside couldn’t see in. Therefore, the numerous martial artists could know which VIP room it was, but not who was inside.

They recognized the Evil Blood Blade because of Yang Tong’s effeminate voice, but the occupants of VIP Room No. 8 remained a mystery.

"50,000 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

Just as the elderly voice fell silent, Yang Tong, the Evil Blood Blade, yelled out. Fifty thousand lower grade Spirit Stones was unimaginable for ordinary Transcendence Realm martial artists. However, for an overlord of the Transcendence Realm, possessing strength equal to the early stages of the True Dao Realm, their wealth was naturally considerable.

"60,000 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

The elderly voice sounded again, and the scene immediately turned into a two-person bidding war. The gray-haired auctioneer, though visibly excited, tried hard to keep his mental realm calm.

A True Dao Pill was generally valued around 40,000 lower grade Spirit Stones, but its current price far exceeded its intrinsic value. Just the commission from this auction alone would bring the auctioneer considerable earnings.

"70,000 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

Yang Tong, the Evil Blood Blade, looked somewhat grim. Spending so many lower grade Spirit Stones was infuriating for anyone. In his mind, he was already planning to ambush this person halfway.

"A True Dao Pill selling for this many lower grade Spirit Stones is certainly worth it, though it will bring some trouble later!"

Inside VIP Room No. 8, the elderly man murmured, then calmed down, no longer bidding, and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing that the elderly man had stopped bidding, the martial artists at the auction showed some disappointment. However, a small number of them understood that things couldn’t end this simply.

The auctioneer announced that the True Dao Pill was won by Yang Tong, the Evil Blood Blade. At this moment, the previously noisy venue gradually quieted down, but the eagerness in the martial artists’ eyes grew even brighter.

"Next is the final auction item, the Blazing Fire Pendant, a top-tier Profound Level Attack Gloves that can enhance a True Dao Martial Artist’s attack power by ten percent. The starting price is 100,000 lower grade Spirit Stones, with each increase no less than 1,000 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

Knowing the martial artists’ eagerness, the gray-haired auctioneer didn’t act coy and directly announced, prompting five or six martial artists to carry a two-meter iron platform onto the stage. Beside the platform stood a white-clothed swordsman. His cultivation was restrained, but the faintly exuding aura seemed to tear through the air completely.

Within the swordsman’s body lurked a terrifying Sword Dao Will. His face was fair, and he stood there quietly, yet the martial artists’ attention involuntarily focused on him.

"This swordsman doesn’t seem to be a martial artist from Cyan Smoke City!"

Chu Ming speculated in his heart. Just the aura from the swordsman gave him a feeling like a volcano about to erupt: calm if not provoked, earth-shattering if moved.

If Chu Ming guessed correctly, this white-clothed swordsman was a master specially invited by Cyan Smoke City for this auction, just in case someone tried to cause trouble.

The initial bidding price of 100,000 Spirit Stones made ninety-nine percent of the martial artists hesitate.

"110,000 lower grade Spirit Stones!"

A powerful voice echoed across the venue, drawing everyone’s attention to VIP Room No. 1.

"I saw the Grand Elder of the Martial Extreme Sect enter VIP Room No. 1 at the start of the auction! He must be the one bidding."

"The final winner should be him. Tens of thousands of lower grade Spirit Stones can probably only be afforded by sects with substantial resources."

"Speaking of which, if we wore top-tier Profound Level Attack Gloves, we’d probably be able to challenge opponents of a higher realm directly."

"Tsk tsk tsk, don’t daydream. Combined, our assets couldn’t even buy a fraction of top-tier Profound Level Gloves."