Auction

Auction

Yaoguang Holy Land was one of the most powerful holy lands in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland. With its ancient heritage and astonishing influence, it operated countless shops and auction houses in every ancient city.

At this moment, a vast crowd had gathered before the treasure hall in Spirit Lake City. Many had deliberately rushed here, unwilling to miss this once-a-year grand auction.

Zhou Tong had previously concluded a major deal with Yaoguang Holy Land, so he used a token to obtain a private room directly. Seated in the suspended hall, he looked down over the auction hall below, taking in everything with perfect clarity.

I wonder what they'll be auctioning. But I don't lack anything right now, and for the time being, I don't lack Source either. If I'm thinking long-term, though, considering cultivation in the Dragon Transformation Realm, dragon marrow would be quite useful... Zhou Tong sat in his private room, watching everything in the hall.

The auction had already begun.

"One Lihuo Divine Talisman, starting bid: thirty thousand jin of Source!"

"Thirty-one thousand jin of Source."

"Thirty-two thousand jin of Source."

In the end, the divine talisman sold for forty-seven thousand jin of Source, becoming the Yaoguang Treasure Hall's first transaction.

After that, the auction hall remained relatively subdued, though everything proceeded in an orderly fashion. Zhou Tong did not see any particularly precious treasures.

"One Taiyin Sword, starting bid: one hundred and thirty thousand jin of Source!"

At last, a stir swept through the hall. Many people were instantly drawn to the divine sword and began placing bids.

The sword was pitch-black, flowing with Taiyin power, as though it could freeze everything between heaven and earth. It had actually been forged by an expert who cultivated the "Taiyin True Scripture," a weapon of Holy Lord grade.

"One hundred and sixty thousand jin of Source!"

"One hundred and eighty thousand jin of Source!"

"Two hundred thousand jin of Source!"

In the end, the Taiyin Sword fetched an exorbitant price of five hundred thousand jin of Source. It fell into the hands of a middle-aged man, an elder of a holy land who apparently wished to comprehend a trace of Taiyin's profound mysteries from the sword.

The atmosphere in the auction hall grew increasingly fervent. The treasures that followed became more valuable and drew wave after wave of astonished cries.

This was a grand feast. Lesser cultivators could broaden their horizons, while those with substantial cultivation could bid. But Zhou Tong noticed that the private rooms representing the major holy lands had remained silent.

It seems... they must know some insider information. There's some supreme treasure here that they need to bid for! Zhou Tong thought to himself.

During this time, Zhou Tong made a bid himself and acquired some dragon marrow.

Although dragon marrow was abundant in the Central Plains, the Eastern Wasteland was so vast—how many people could actually travel to the Central Plains? Reselling dragon marrow here was therefore highly profitable.

Before long, the dragon marrow Zhou Tong had purchased was delivered to his private room.

It was the finest grade of dragon marrow—Jade Dragon Marrow. There were nine drops in total, each as large as the pad of a thumb. They did not merge with one another, and were crystal-clear and lustrous, flawless and gentle as jade. Their fragrance seemed to reach directly into one's soul.

"Good stuff! Jade Dragon Marrow—this is definitely a treasure from the Central Plains. What a pity it's been marked up so viciously in the Eastern Wasteland!" Zhou Tong's mouth twitched. Clearly, Yaoguang Holy Land itself had sold this item.

Ordinary Jade Dragon Marrow cost around three hundred thousand jin of Source per drop, but here it was priced at a full five hundred thousand jin. These nine drops of Jade Dragon Marrow had cost Zhou Tong nearly half his Source.

"Forget it. It's not like I lack Source. At worst, I can sell a few more ancient scriptures later! That 'Di Lan Scripture' can still be sold to Wanchu and Zifu..." Zhou Tong put away the dragon marrow, then turned his attention back to the auction.

When a piece of radiant, exquisite jade, emitting a moonlight-like silver glow, was placed upon a jade tray and carried into the hall, the auction was driven to its climax.

"One piece of Silver Moon Divine Jade, starting bid: three million jin of pure Source."

Boom!

The entire hall erupted. Many cultivators rose to their feet and stared ahead curiously.

It was a piece of precious jade the size of a human head, silver-white throughout, crystal-clear and utterly flawless. It was like a silver moon descending into the mortal world, magnificent and dazzling.

Everyone knew that this was an unimaginable rare treasure, one of the Nine Heavens Divine Jade series. It was sufficient to forge an Heirloom Sacred Weapon, a supreme treasure even ancient saints had sought after.

"Four million jin of Source!"

"Five million jin of Source!"

"Six million jin of Source!"

Many holy lands were stirred. Their bids rose fiercely, each increase amounting to a full million jin of Source. This was a treasure coveted even by Ancient Sages; it was worth the price.

In the end, the Desolate Ancient Jiang Family purchased the Silver Moon Divine Jade for eight hundred and fifty jin of Source.

"The next auction item: a King's Divine Weapon!"

Whoosh!

Everyone in the auction house immediately stood up, staring at the scene before them in shock.

Everyone had known that a King's Divine Weapon would appear at this auction, but they had not expected it to appear so early. They had all assumed this King's Divine Weapon would be reserved as the finale.

After all, wielding a King's Divine Weapon, one could roam the world unopposed and single-handedly contend against a large group of experts of the same realm.

Before long, the King's Divine Weapon appeared. It was a square seal the size of a fist, crimson-red throughout, burning like crimson clouds.

This King's Divine Weapon contained terrifying might. Just looking at those crimson clouds made one feel as though one were about to burst into flames.

"Crimson Cloud Divine Seal, starting bid: five million jin of Source!"

The moment the auctioneer announced the starting price, everyone became excited. The lower-ranking cultivators could not afford to bid, but the cultivators from the holy lands swiftly began making offers.

"Six million jin of Source!"

"Seven million! Our Ji Family offers seven million jin of Source!"

"Seven and a half million jin of Source!"

The holy lands bid with increasing ferocity, as though Source simply fell from the sky.

"They're fucking rich. Why do I feel like I practically gave away that 'Di Lan Scripture'?" Zhou Tong's mouth twitched. "These holy lands... I really want to rob them at least once!"

There was no doubt that powers which had produced a Great Emperor would never lack Source.

When a Great Emperor was alive, he could effortlessly refine the spiritual essence of heaven and earth into Divine Source liquid.

Generally speaking, any power that had produced a Great Emperor possessed reserves of at least several hundred million, or even several billion jin of Divine Source, let alone ordinary Source.

"Thirteen and a half million jin of Source!!"

The moment this price was called, the entire venue fell silent.

Zhou Tong looked down curiously. The bidder was not one of the holy lands' private rooms, but an ordinary private room?

Were they concealing their identity? Some Holy Son or Saintess from a major power? Or had someone simply stumbled into absurdly good luck? Zhou Tong instinctively considered these possibilities.

Thirteen and a half million jin of Source was not a sum an ordinary force could afford.

Those with such wealth were basically the occupants of those private rooms. As for everyone else, perhaps they were concealing their identities, or perhaps they had simply stumbled into incredible luck, accidentally obtained some inheritance, and made a vast fortune in one stroke.