In the end, the pot containing more than a thousand portions of Netherworld Yin Fiend fell into Wang Yuan's hands.
The price, however, was enough to leave anyone dumbstruck.
A full thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones could have bought an Entry Level Low-Grade Magic Treasure like the Profound Flame Sword.
The stuff should never have cost so much.
After all, it was only Tier 1 or Tier 2 material, with few uses.
Its sole advantage—or perhaps its flaw—was that it was exceedingly rare.
Rare things commanded high prices. Add the generous quantity in that pot, and the bidding had climbed that high.
Once he had it, Wang Yuan lost interest in everything else.
He was sorely tempted to leave at once and ask Luo Chen to refine pills for him.
But Luo Chen held him back to attend the rest of the auction.
"Is there something else you want?" Wang Yuan asked, puzzled.
Luo Chen pointed to an item on the list.
"A Daoist robe?"
Wang Yuan frowned. "Didn't you pay a fortune for a Red Cloud Dharma Robe from the Heavenly Robe Pavilion? What, have you got so many Spirit Stones you don't know where to spend them? Buying another Top-Grade one to wear in turns?"
Luo Chen shook his head with a smile.
He usually dressed neatly, and cut a fine figure.
But he was not showing off because he had money to burn.
As the leader of an association, he needed to look the part.
He could hardly go around in rags when meeting people to discuss business!
That would disrespect both them and himself.
The same went for Sima Hui Niang!
As someone who ran the association, she ought to look the part too.
"I'm buying this for Hui Niang. I still haven't given her a