Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Everyone was shocked.
300 million, the bid was actually at 300 million.
The Transformation Elixir was extremely rare in the world. To someone who truly required it, they might empty their entire family’s fortune to obtain it.
But this 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art ultimately had an obvious value, which was around 100 million or so. Right now, it had actually tripled and reached the price of 300 million!
After making the bid and seeing everyone’s astonished expressions, Young Lord Ye instantly laughed and said, “300 million is an astronomical price. Madam Qin, can you continue the bid?”
Madam Qin’s enchanting and charming face had turned slightly cold as she questioned, “Do you have the money? I have checked and found out that you only have less than 260 million gold coins.”
“Hahaha…” Young Lord Ye instantly laughed with insolence and replied, “That’s right. I only have less than 260 million. But that 1000-year Ice Frost Sea Demon’s core was mine. It was sold for 80 million gold coins, and with that, I have more than 300 million.”
Once the statement was out, everyone immediately understood.
At this moment, everyone looked at Young Lord Ye with admiration. The White Cloud City was truly rich and powerful in this world.
Subsequently, Young Lord Ye looked at Madam Qin with a proud expression and asked, “Madam Qin, do you still wish to increase the bid?”
Madam Qin’s expression turned cold as she immediately left!
She was indeed a woman. After losing something that she contested for, she immediately left in a fit.
When all the men saw her swaying figure walking far away, they couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
While looking at Madam Qin’s back view, Young Lord Ye’s eyes were also filled with lust.
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Young Lord Ye reluctantly withdrew his eyes from Madam Qin’s back view after she had completely vanished. He then looked at Su Mei on the stage and said, “Alright then, stop playing around. Announce the result.”
Su Mei said, “Young Lord Ye made a bid of 300 million gold coins for the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art. Is there a higher bid?”
“Stop dreaming.” Young Lord Ye laughed wantonly and said, “I have never failed in obtaining the things that I wanted. Hurry up and drop your hammer!”
Young Lord Ye looked around and enjoyed everyone’s attention and limitless jealousy.
Yang Dingtian asked in his heart, “Master, if I am to instantly kill this Young Lord Ye with my bid. Will he hate me so much that he wishes to kill me?”
Dongfang Niemie replied, “Is there even a need to answer this question? His hatred for you will be ten times or even a hundred times more than his hate for Madam Qin!”
“Young Lord Ye made a bid of 300 million gold coins for the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art. Is there a higher bid?” Su Mei continued saying, “I will start the countdown from three. If no one else makes a bid, this 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art will belong to Young Lord Ye.”
“Three! Two!”
When Su Mei counted until this point, she couldn’t help but glare at Yang Dingtian with charming yet furious eyes.
“Haha…” Young Lord Ye laughed insolently and said, “This manual is mine. Su Mei, you better listen up. You are also mine!”
310 million!” Yang Dingtian yelled out indifferently.
This was an earth-shattering moment! There was instant death-like silence!
Young Lord Ye’s insolent laughter had suddenly stopped.
Everyone looked at the No. 50 private room with complete disbelief.
They had assumed that this private room was empty had no one was inside. No one had expected that such an enormous boss was hidden within.
310 million!
Even a prestigious faction of the Twenty Seven Branches wouldn’t be able to bring out so much money immediately.
Everyone assumed that Young Lord Ye and Madam Qin were the greatest bosses here, but who would have known that this mysterious No. 50 was actually the ultimate boss.
“310 million. Do you have the money?” After all the shock, Young Lord Ye fixed his eyes intently onto Yang Dingtian’s private room and asked coldly.
Before Yang Dingtian could say anything, Su Mei immediately responded, “He does. We have checked.”
Young Lord Ye’s face turned instantly distorted and sinister. He looked at Yang Dingtian’s private room and said coldly, “Friend, are you sure you want to snatch it from me?”
His voice was filled with threats and chills.
Yang Dingtian remained silent as a clear indication of his intention.
“Are you truly not afraid of offending my White Cloud City?” Young Lord Ye said coldly and was actually issuing a threat.
Su Mei’s petite face turned cold as she said, “Young Lord Ye, please mind your words. This is the Heaven Dao Union’s auction house!”
“I know!” Young Lord Ye yelled out, “My White Cloud City is ranked No. 2 in the Heaven Dao Union’s Northwest Branch! How can I not know?”
Immediately after, Young Lord Ye’s eyes turned even colder and said, “Friend, I will ask you one last time. Do you wish to snatch this 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art from me?”
Yang Dingtian said coldly, “This is the auction house. Everyone speaks with their gold coins.”
“Good, good…” Young Lord Ye laughed loudly before kicking open the door of the private room and leaving with anger.
Su Mei raised her hammer and asked, “8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art. Is there anyone who has a bid higher than 310 million?”
Su Mei started the countdown immediately after.
“Three, Two, One!”
“The 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art is won by guest No. 50. This auction will end officially now!”
Nobody left as they waited for Yang Dingtian to open up his private room. They wanted to see who exactly it was that actually dared to forcefully snatch the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art from the White Cloud City’s Young Lord and the West Prefecture City’s Madam.
But Yang Dingtian didn’t have any intention to reveal himself.
But, Yang Dingtian was rather curious about the identity of the mysterious man in the No. 100 private room. He wanted to take a look at that man’s true appearance.
But, the No. 100 private room didn’t have any intention to open his door either.
At this moment, the auction hall suddenly turned so dark that one couldn’t even see their own five fingers.
Everyone instantly let out sounds of disappointment. The meaning was obvious… neither Yang Dingtian nor the mysterious man in the No. 100 private room was willing to reveal themselves. Everyone started to leave one after the other.
A short moment later, the private room door was opened, and Su Mei walked in.
“Young Master Shen, who would have expected today’s auction to go as you desired.” Su Mei said with a delicate voice and handed the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art to Yang Dingtian.
“That is right…” Yang Dingtian gasped. When he grabbed onto the Devil Flame Saber Art manual, he immediately felt a dominant, fiery, and murderous energy penetrating his hand.
This 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art was truly tyrannic.
Today was indeed overly insane as things took multiple twists and turns. Yang Dingtian originally didn’t have any hopes for this 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art, but in the end, it ultimately landed in his hands. Furthermore, it was purchased for the price of 310 million.
“But, I have also offended two individuals that I shouldn’t have offended.” Yang Dingtian sighed and said.
One of them was Young Lord Ye, and the other was Madam Qin. In West Prefecture City, these two individuals had overwhelming authority.
“No, you have only offended one.” Su Mei giggled. Yang Dingtian said, “Young Lord Ye is surely not going to let his matter rest. After I leave the auction hall, will he make a move on me immediately?”
Su Mei replied with a delicate voice, “As long as you stay in our auction house’s guest room, he will not dare to make a move on you. But once you leave, he will surely make a move. He has great authority in the West Prefecture City, and he is only apprehensive of the Northwest Qin Clan. While thinking about your life, you better stay in the auction house for eternity. That bastard Ye has also targeted me. As soon as I leave the auction house, I will certainly be harmed by him. The two of us cannot leave this place.”
“That Young Lord Ye, what is his cultivation?” Yang Dingtian asked.
“At least 9-star Martial Mystic.” Su Mei replied.
Yang Dingtian’s eyes shrank. This Young Lord Ye shouldn’t be more than 28 years old and was already a 9-star Martial Mystic and was already formidable.
He was 14 levels superior to Yang Dingtian! With Yang Dingtian’s current strength and the conditions without his youngling sword, without the Devil Heaven Split, or even the Pig Slaying Sword Art, it was totally impossible for him to defeat a 9-star Martial Mystic expert.
Subsequently, Yang Dingtian acted pitifully and asked, “Do I truly have to hide in the auction house for my entire life?”
Su Mei giggled and replied, “Don’t worry. You just have to hide for ten days or half a month. In half a month, that bastard Ye will have to leave for the Northwest Qin City.
“What is he going there for?” Yang Dingtian was rather surprised.
“He is sending betrothal gifts to his fiancée, the Northwest Qin Clan’s Fourth Young Lady, Qin Yuyao.” Su Mei responded and left the private room along with a whiff of fragrance.
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After leaving the auction hall, Yang Dingtian realized that Young Lord Ye had sent a lot of people as expected. They had surrounded the auction house, and no matter where Yang Dingtian went to, someone would be watching him.
It was natural that they didn’t dare to make a move in the auction house. It was needless to say that once Yang Dingtian walked out of the auction house, they would kill him and plunder the manual.
This White Cloud City’s Young Lord was truly arrogant and despotic. Yang Dingtian had successfully obtained the 8th-grade manual, but escaping was another problem.
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