"Three hundred and ten thousand spirit crystals."
Wei Tu continued raising the bid without the slightest hint of timidity.
Private fighting was strictly forbidden within Dingyuan Immortal City. As long as he planned out his means of leaving Dingyuan Immortal City, there was no need to care even if he offended the Demon Cloud Cult at the auction and drew the covetousness and suspicions of other Void Refinement cultivators.
After all, compared with such gains and losses, the Golden Silkworm Snow Lady was someone he truly could not afford to lose, someone he could not "leave to another's hand."
"Three hundred and fifty thousand spirit crystals!"
Inside the private room, seeing that Wei Tu still dared to bid, the dark-faced burly man's gaze turned cold. He raised the price by forty thousand spirit crystals in one breath, intending to completely crush Wei Tu with his financial resources.
"Three hundred and sixty thousand spirit crystals."
Wei Tu raised his bidding plaque again, displaying an attitude of being determined to win against the Demon Cloud Cult's Void Refinement cultivator.
"Three hundred and seventy thousand spirit crystals."
"Three hundred and eighty thousand..."
The two shouted bids all the way upward.
Before long, the price had reached the astronomical sum of four hundred and twenty thousand.
At this price, it had already reached the "limit" of a peak Spirit Transformation cultivator's accumulated fortune, enough to make even Void Refinement cultivators bleed heavily.
For a moment.
Quite a few cultivators present cast their attention toward Wei Tu, seated in the first-floor hall, probing him with their divine senses.
At this moment, a trace of hesitation appeared on the dark-faced burly man's face. It was not that this amount of spirit crystals felt too burdensome to him—it was that there was still a finale treasure to