"One hundred and ten thousand."
Just when Guyu was despairing over the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch, a voice finally emerged from one of the boxes.
This was the first voice after a long silence, immediately drawing many people’s attention to that box.
They couldn’t see who was inside the box, only the number displayed on it—23!
The voice perked Guyu up a bit, and he immediately proclaimed loudly, "Box 23 has bid one hundred and ten thousand Spirit Crystals. Does anyone wish to raise the bid?"
"One hundred and twenty thousand!"
"One hundred and thirty thousand!"
"One hundred and forty thousand!"
Voices came from various boxes in succession, but each increase was only by ten thousand each time.
Those who can afford to sit in the boxes obviously have some assets. Even if they don’t believe the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch is genuine, they still want to try their luck.
To them, tens of thousands of Spirit Crystals isn’t much. What if it’s real?
Soon, the price surpassed two hundred thousand, reaching two hundred and thirty thousand.
"Box 26 bids two hundred and thirty thousand. Does anyone want to continue raising the bid?" Guyu’s voice rang out once again.
"Two hundred and forty thousand."
Inside the box, Su Han, his mouth hidden beneath his hat, opened his mouth for the first time.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
His voice was quickly drowned out.
No one paid attention to him here, as raising the bid by only ten thousand was something all the boxes could do and could afford.
However, Shen Mengli’s gaze was fixed on Su Han.
"He’s joined the auction?"
Shen Mengli thought to herself, "At the time, he asked me to show him the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch, in the end, he didn’t give anything away, so I don’t know if it’s real or fake. But now, he’s participating in the auction. Could it really be that the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch is genuine? But...how could someone in the Mortal Realm discern the authenticity of the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch?"
This was Shen Mengli’s biggest confusion.
If Su Han were a powerhouse at the Divine Sea Realm or the Dao Sovereign Realm, then his participation in the auction would make Shen Mengli firmly believe that the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch was genuine!
But Su Han’s Cultivation Base is really too low—he hasn’t even reached the Spirit Transformation Realm. No matter how experienced he might be, how could he possibly discern the authenticity of the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch?
Ancestral Witch...
At such a level, not to mention Su Han, even her father finds it hard to approach.
"Is the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch genuine?"
In the end, Shen Mengli couldn’t hold it in any longer and directly asked.
There was no need to hide anything. It was clear Su Han was not a fool, so she might as well ask directly to show her determination not to be interested in the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch.
Su Han turned his head and looked at Shen Mengli through the veil.
"If I say the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch is genuine, would you believe me?"
"I..."
Shen Mengli opened her mouth but didn’t know how to respond.
"Of course not!"
Her sister, Shen Menghan, said on her behalf, "You, someone in the Mortal Realm, know nothing. How could the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch be something you could get involved with?"
"Then why ask me?"
Su Han shrugged and murmured, "Like you’re not in the Mortal Realm yourself."
"I’m not in the Mortal Realm!"
Shen Menghan, indignant, held her head high like a little rooster, glaring at Su Han as though she wanted to stare him to death.
A certain aura on her seemed ready to explode at any moment, but was forcibly restrained by Shen Menghan.
"Menghan!"
Shen Mengli scolded in a low voice, "Father has said you can’t expose your Cultivation Base. Otherwise, you might die suddenly. Have you forgotten?"
"I..."
Shen Menghan deflated like a balloon, muttering, "It’s all that damn old man’s fault. With such talent, he still won’t let me showcase it. I swear I’ll pluck out all his hair one by one!"
"That’s for your own good!" Shen Mengli admonished in a low voice.
Shen Menghan fell silent, patting the table in frustration.
Su Han listened to their conversation, his gaze involuntarily resting on Shen Menghan.
But no matter how long he looked, Su Han couldn’t make sense of her, ultimately because his Cultivation Base wasn’t sufficient.
"Four hundred and fifty thousand!"
During their conversation, the price of the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch had already increased to four hundred and fifty thousand.
"Five hundred thousand!"
At that moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly emerged from Box 2.
When she heard this voice, Shen Mengli’s expression shifted slightly.
Shen Menghan, on the other hand, exaggeratedly covered her mouth and laughed, "Hahaha, that’s my brother-in-law’s voice! Sister, why do you look so upset?"
"Shut up!"
Shen Mengli glared at Shen Menghan, "You little brat, if you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll rip your mouth off!"
"Hmph, Young Master Lyu is a student at Taihang Academy, and his family background isn’t any worse than ours in the Shen Family. The key is that he’s genuinely sincere about you. Why not just accept him?" Shen Menghan teased.
"You!"
Shen Mengli fumed, "Little brat, if you keep this up, I’ll ask Father to arrange for you to marry that guy!"
"I!"
Shen Menghan’s eyes widened, then she meekly said, "I was wrong..."
At this moment, the auction site below was abuzz with chatter.
Young Master Lyu’s bid marked the first five-thousand increment since the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch was put up for auction, naturally drawing significant attention.
Five thousand Spirit Crystals, in fact, is quite substantial, especially when it brings the total to five hundred thousand, which is undeniably significant.
Clearly, Young Master Lyu has a notable background.
"Five hundred and ten thousand." Seeing no one else had bid, Su Han bid again.
"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Five hundred and sixty thousand."
"Six hundred thousand!"
Su Han frowned slightly, "Six hundred and ten thousand!"
"Seven hundred thousand!"
Raising the bid by ninety thousand directly, the uproar grew louder.
The key point was, Young Master Lyu from Box 2 seemed to be in a spirited contest with the bidder from Box 5.
As the ’bidding person’ from Box 5, Su Han really couldn’t figure out where this Young Master Lyu got such anger against him.
Each bid was a round number, as if determined to get the Atlas of the Ancestral Witch. Does he know it well?
"You’re toast."
Shen Menghan’s big eyes fixed on Su Han with a gloating look, "Let me explain, Box 5 is solely reserved for my sister. If someone is in there, my sister must be inside. And Young Master Lyu, being my sister’s fiancé... I reckon you’re going to be beaten to death."
Su Han instantly understood—Young Master Lyu was jealous!
"You could have said earlier!" Su Han rolled his eyes at Shen Mengli.
"Who knew he would be so petty, really annoying," Shen Mengli said casually.
Su Han found himself caught in the crossfire, but at this point, there was no way out.
So, Su Han decided to ignore it. After all, he had no intentions towards Shen Mengli. Young Master Lyu could think whatever he wanted!

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