At first, everyone had shown some interest, but after examining it carefully, they all frowned. No matter what methods or angles they used to inspect it, it was nothing more than a black stone emitting spiritual energy fluctuations.
The material of its outer shell was unknown, and its interior was unknown.
Just as Su Rou had said, it might be a treasure, but it was even more likely to be nothing but a worthless rock.
If it had been one or two Spirit Stones, they could have bought it to study. But one thousand Spirit Stones was no small sum.
For a moment, the hall fell somewhat silent.
Song Changsheng was certain that this stone was what he wanted, but he did not rush to bid. If he appeared too eager now, complications might arise instead.
Su Rou was not surprised by this situation either. After all, this was an auction item that had failed to sell several times. If it sold so easily, that would be stranger still.
"Will any fellow cultivator place a bid? If not, then this item shall..." Right in the middle of Su Rou preparing to announce that it had failed to sell, Song Changsheng unhurriedly raised the placard in his hand.
"I bid one thousand and one Spirit Stones."
"Hmm?"
Everyone present immediately turned their gazes toward Song Changsheng, Su Rou included. They all wanted to discern something from him, but they were destined for disappointment. The black robe concealed Song Changsheng from head to toe, leaving nothing to be seen.
"This old man bids one thousand one hundred Spirit Stones." An aged voice immediately emanated from a private room on the second floor.
Song Changsheng frowned slightly, but he had long expected such a situation. It was normal for no one to bid