"Eighty million Top-grade Spirit Crystals."
Not long after Chen Wen raised his paddle, another bid rang out.
Chen Wen drew in a deep breath, then said, "Eighty-five million Top-grade Spirit Crystals."
"One hundred million Top-grade Spirit Crystals."
The same person picked up his bidding paddle again.
"One hundred and five million Top-grade Spirit Crystals."
"One hundred and fifty million Top-grade Spirit Crystals."
That person spoke once more.
"One hundred and fifty-five million Top-grade Spirit Crystals," Chen Wen said again.
"Two hundred million Top-grade Spirit Crystals."
That person spoke again, but a faint anger had begun to press down in his voice.
Chen Wen lifted his eyelids and looked over.
The other party looked over as well, and their gazes collided across the air.
That person was an old man, and his Cultivation Level had reached third-stage Great Emperor will.
But judging from his appearance, he was no kind and decent soul.
Especially those eyes—extremely sinister and gloomy, enough to make anyone uncomfortable.
"His name is Tu You. He's a Rogue Cultivator, but his methods are cruel, and he doesn't follow rules when he acts."
"If you insist on competing with him, you have to guard against being targeted by him."
"If you stop now, he might not necessarily make trouble for you."
Qin Zhengyang spoke beside Chen Wen's ear.
So that was how it was.
Chen Wen said indifferently, "I'm someone with a clan behind me. Am I supposed to be afraid of a Rogue Cultivator? Isn't that a joke?"
Qin Zhengyang said nothing more.
But what Chen Wen said did indeed make sense.
Tu You was indeed a Rogue Cultivator, and someone like Chen Wen, who had clan power behind him, really might not fear him.
Chen Wen calmly half-raised the bidding paddle in his hand. "Two hundred and