Chen Changqing tapped the armrest of his chair.
No matter what it was today,
he would take it.
After all, the Heaven Treading Ring lacked everything but one thing.
Spirit stones.
Half an hour later,
a crisp bell chime rang throughout the entire venue.
The previously clamorous hall fell silent in an instant.
An old man in crimson robes stepped onto the central auction platform.
His complexion was ruddy, and his cultivation had astonishingly reached Late God Transformation.
He swept his gaze around, then cupped his hands in greeting.
"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the Nine Provinces Auction House."
"This old man is Qian Tong, and I have the honor of presiding over this auction."
"You all know the rules. The highest bidder wins, and no credit will be extended."
"If anyone dares cause trouble at this auction, the Nine Provinces Auction House's formations will show no mercy."
Qian Tong's words were courteous, yet they carried a powerful warning.
No one below refuted him.
Qian Tong nodded in satisfaction.
"Enough nonsense."
"This auction officially begins."
He raised a hand.
A maid carrying a tray covered with red cloth stepped onto the stage.
Qian Tong lifted the red cloth.
A charred piece of wood lay on the tray.
Faint lightning flickered across its surface.
"The first auction item: Ten-Thousand-Year Thunder Tribulation Wood."
"This wood survived nine heavenly tribulations without being destroyed, and it contains pure thunderous power."
"Whether used to forge lightning-attribute Magical Artifacts or to aid in cultivating lightning arts, it is an exceptionally rare treasure."
"The starting bid is one hundred thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones."
"Each increase must be no less than ten thousand."
The moment he finished speaking, someone immediately bid from below.
"One hundred ten thousand."
"One hundred thirty thousand."
"One hundred fifty thousand."
Thunder Tribulation Wood was