"Seventy-five thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals!"
Ye Zhen’s voice wasn’t loud, but it instantly made Yine Kainian’s eyebrows in the corner room stand on end. His narrow eyes rolled savagely, and even his disciple, Chen Tai, got scared into silence.
"It’s that bastard again!"
Yine Kainian clearly remembered Ye Zhen’s voice, "Eighty thousand!"
"Eighty-five thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals!"
"Ninety thousand!"
"Ninety-five thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals!"
In just a few breaths, the bidding for the Profound Yang Sword had reached an astonishing level, and the face of the auctioneer was already showing a smile.
However, after Ye Zhen called out the price of ninety-five thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals, there was a sudden and brief pause in the bidding.
The abruptness of Ye Zhen’s bid had taken Stars Tower Master Hai Luoshuang completely by surprise.
She had thought Ye Zhen had given up, but suddenly, he had called out a high price of ninety-five thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals.
Reflecting on the seven million taels of gold Ye Zhen had spent on the bidding for eight Red Broken Swords earlier, Master Hai’s expression suddenly twitched.
Ye Zhen’s wealth, perhaps even some of the strong in the Soul Sea Realm couldn’t compare, right?
Great combat power, young age, high cultivation, and explosive wealth, how could such a person be a nobody?
Full of doubts, Master Hai’s image of Ye Zhen suddenly filled with countless question marks.
"Tai’er, how much can you come up with?" Yine Kainian bit his teeth and asked his disciple in the corner VIP room, his gaze fixed on the Profound Yang Sword as if wanting to shoot fire from his eyes.
"Master, more than three million taels of gold, which should be about thirty thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals."
"One hundred and ten thousand!"
The bidding voice, clearly suppressing rage, echoed throughout the entire auction hall.
Hearing this bid, the auctioneer’s hands trembled with excitement, "One hundred and ten thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals the first time, one hundred and ten thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals the second time, is there any further bidding...."
In the VIP room, Ye Zhen hesitated for a moment and did not immediately raise the bid.
It was not that Ye Zhen intended to give up on the auction, but he was calculating his own assets.
At this level of bidding, Ye Zhen was nearly at the end of his resources. Moreover, the voice of the other bidder had a somewhat furious tone.
Ye Zhen analyzed that Yine Kainian, the one competing with him, was probably also at the end of his resources.
At this time, both parties were set on acquiring the item at any cost. Playing a psychological game by using their status and pressure had no effect. Now, saving even one Low Grade Spirit Crystal mattered.
"One hundred and ten thousand one hundred Low Grade Spirit Crystals."
Ye Zhen had only added one thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals, but it made Yine Kainian’s expression in the VIP room incredibly ferocious, "Bastard, I must dismember this bastard to vent the hatred in my heart."
"Tai’er, after the auction ends, use your contacts to keep an eye on this boy’s movements! I must recover today’s losses from him!"
"Yes, Master! I also despise this boy to the extreme; we must destroy him!"
"One hundred and twenty thousand!"
After a pause, Yine Kainian bid again, one hundred and twenty thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals, which were all he had, including the over three million taels of gold he had temporarily borrowed from his disciple.
"One hundred and twenty thousand one hundred!"
When Ye Zhen’s bidding voice rang out, Yine Kainian’s face turned incredibly ugly, his narrow eyes shaking violently.
"Master, could that bastard be setting a trap for us with a fake bid?" Chen Tai wondered.
"He wouldn’t dare! Inside Heavenly Treasure Auction City, who dares to make a fake bid! How much more can you come up with?" Yine Kainian’s gaze once again turned to his disciple, Chen Tai.
"For cultivation, I still have a thousand or two thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals..."
"One hundred and twenty-five thousand one thousand!" Yine Kainian bid again.
"One hundred and twenty-six thousand!"
Ye Zhen’s voice followed closely behind, causing Yine Kainian’s expression to suddenly stiffen, revealing an immeasurably disappointed look.
Despite how effortlessly they’ve been increasing the bid, they had calculated all their assets, even including their own personal swords, to arrive at the current bid.
Even the bid of one hundred and twenty-five thousand had some bluff in it.
Ye Zhen’s increase of one thousand completely dashed his hopes, his body, which had been tense with nervousness, instantly slumped into the chair.
Disappointment, an immeasurable disappointment surfaced on Yine Kainian’s face. Even his disciple, Chen Tai, found it somewhat unbearable to look at.
"Master, using the name of the Great River Gang leader, we can borrow ten thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals from the Heavenly Treasure Auction House. Should I try it..."
"The Gang Leader is your father, not you...."
"Master, are we just going to give up? You’ve been waiting for this opportunity for over a decade!"
"Of course not!"
Yine Kainian’s eyes glinted with ferocity.
"I’m sick of living like a rat; I don’t want to live that way any longer!"
"So what does the Master suggest?"
"Let this kid handle the Profound Yang Sword for now...."
Upon hearing this, Chen Tai’s face suddenly brimmed with joy, "I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Master. Just, we don’t know how strong this kid is or what background he has?"
"What are you, a local snake, doing then?"
"One hundred and twenty-six thousand three times, one hundred and twenty-six thousand three times!"
With the final strike of the gavel, the Profound Yang Sword was thoroughly auctioned off to Ye Zhen, marking the conclusion of this small, exclusive auction.
While the auction had come to an end, Ye Zhen’s obligations were far from over.
This time, the person who appeared in Ye Zhen’s room was a middle-aged scholar, likely a high-level figure of the Heavenly Treasure Auction House.
"Young Hero Zheng, the treasures are all prepared. Shall we go down and complete the transaction now?" The middle-aged scholar’s expression was one of extreme respect.
Gathering such a fortune, totaling seven million taels of gold and twelve hundred and sixty thousand pieces of Low Grade Spirit Crystals, was something only a major force could achieve, and such a party had to be handled with the utmost caution.
At this moment, Hai Luoshuang too was looking at Ye Zhen with a face full of anticipation, hoping that he would speak to her.
However, even as Ye Zhen followed the middle-aged scholar out the door, he made no sign of addressing her, leaving Hai Luoshuang’s expression once again filled with shock and disbelief.
"Young Hero Zheng, do you require my assistance?"
Ultimately, Hai Luoshuang’s curiosity got the better of her, leading her to ask the question.
"It should be... almost enough! But I can’t say for certain. Please, Master Hai, wait here for a while. I might indeed require your help!"
"My heavens, did this lad just raid a mid-sized sect or steal the national treasury of Gu’an Kingdom!" Hai Luoshuang was astonished beyond belief.
Even though Ye Zhen mentioned he might need her assistance, the word ’might’ implied that the shortfall on Ye Zhen’s side wouldn’t be substantial.
So young, yet able to present such wealth, Hai Luoshuang was truly taken aback.
Not to mention others, even she, Hai Luoshuang herself, couldn’t produce....
As Ye Zhen stepped out of the room, he suddenly felt a pang of pain on his cheek. Turning his gaze, he saw an old man in a cloak huddled in the corner, looking at him with a pair of triangular eyes filled with an intent to kill.
Ye Zhen felt a stirring within. This had to be the troublesome Yine Kainian that Hai Luoshuang spoke of.
At that moment, Yine Kainian’s triangular eyes suddenly narrowed.
A streak of Sword Light silently exploded in the void, aiming at Ye Zhen like a bolt of lightning.
Ye Zhen’s Spiritual Power surged out around him, layer upon layer of Protective Gang Qi materializing.
"How dare you! Who dares to attack within the Heavenly Treasure Auction?"
The moment the Sword Light appeared, three terrifying auras swiftly manifested inside the auction, one of them bearing the distinctive pressure of a Soul Sea Realm expert.
"Hehe... I didn’t actually attack, just a little joke, hehe...."
A sinister laugh emanated from Yine Kainian’s throaty voice. The Sword Light that had been flying towards Ye Zhen dissipated silently after traveling only a few meters.
Ye Zhen frowned, following the middle-aged scholar to a private room inside the Heavenly Treasure Auction House.
Not long after Ye Zhen had left, a young man dressed in fine garments, Chen Tai, approached Yine Kainian with respect.
"Who do I think it is? A mere youngster at the Peak of Spirit Summoning Realm dares to compete with me. He really doesn’t know how to write the word ’death’!" Yine Kainian said with a look of scorn.
"Tai’er, keep an eye on his movements. As soon as he leaves the three hundred li radius of Three Elements City, I will take care of him!" Saying this, Yine Kainian’s expression became even more venomous, "I didn’t get the Profound Yang Sword, and I still dare not show myself in Three Elements City."
"Master, he’s just a martial artist at the Peak of Spirit Summoning Realm. Wouldn’t it be better if your disciple arranged it? Those eight Red Broken Swords he carries, your disciple really wants them!"
"That sounds good..."
"Young Hero Zheng, the accounting is complete. In total, there are twenty-four million taels in silver notes, seven hundred and ten thousand taels in gold notes, and thirty-six thousand pieces of Low Grade Spirit Crystals.
First, deducting the seven million taels of gold for the Red Broken Swords, and converting the rest of the gold and silver into Spirit Crystals, including the change, amounts to fifty-seven thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals. On your side, Young Hero Zheng, you’re still short by sixty-nine thousand pieces. What do you say?"
The middle-aged scholar’s eyes held a hint of worry. The shortfall was enormous, and if it weren’t for the fact that Ye Zhen had arrived with Hai Luoshuang, Master of the Stars Tower, the middle-aged scholar would have been ready to call the guards.
"I have some items that you can appraise!"
"Good, we have professional appraisers, and the valuation will definitely be at market price. We won’t take advantage of the situation to lowball you!"
Even though Ye Zhen suggested compensating with goods, the middle-aged scholar was still inwardly tense. Such a large deficit couldn’t be filled by just casually presenting a few items.
A succession of crisp sounds made the appraiser who had just arrived freeze in place, as did the middle-aged scholar. After the initial shock, the middle-aged scholar felt a chilling sensation rush to his forehead.
Over thirty storage bracelets and rings - how many martial artists would have to be slain to gather such a collection?
The most alarming part was seeing the unique markings of the Sword Origin Sect on some of the storage rings.
This meant that this young Killing God before them had slain several disciples of the Sword Origin Sect, and not just a few.
"There are twenty-nine Low Grade Storage Bracelets, estimated market value two million nine hundred thousand taels of silver, and six Mid-grade Treasure Rings, market value one million eight hundred thousand taels of gold, still short by...."
Rattle, thirteen Lower Grade Treasure Instruments appeared on the table, including the Changfeng Sword that Ye Zhen used, which he also took out.
"Thirteen Lower Grade Treasure Instruments, among which there are seven Lower Grade Treasure Swords, which have a higher market value, amounting to approximately one million five hundred and eighty thousand taels of gold, still short by...."
The middle-aged scholar’s expression was filled with increasingly greater astonishment, and the appraiser’s voice took on a tense tone.
These items were clearly belongings of other martial artists, linking them to some terrifying possibilities.
In their alarm, a look of vigilance crept into the middle-aged scholar’s eyes. He felt that Ye Zhen before him was at the end of his rope.
After taking out a large number of Pills that he didn’t use much, Ye Zhen’s brows furrowed tightly.
It’s still not enough!
Should he really ask Hai Luoshuang for a loan?
If he did that, he would owe a significant favor.
After some consideration, Ye Zhen’s brows knitted together, and he made up his mind, his hand shining brightly as he slapped a Jade Talisman down.
"With this, it should be enough, right?" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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