Auctioning the Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup

Jiang Fan frowned.

One of the most important reasons why raising monstrous beasts was forbidden was that they could not be controlled.

They were manageable when young. Like this King Kong Tiger, it did not have much combat power.

But once it grew up, it would become a Second-level Monstrous Beast. If it went berserk, it could endanger the entire city.

Lu Bo saw what Jiang Fan was thinking and said quietly.

"Among the wealthy and powerful, there is a method for taming beasts..."

"It can make monstrous beasts as obedient as pets!"

Lu Bo left it at that.

Jiang Fan nodded slightly and did not ask further.

He had been somewhat startled at first, but once he recovered, he became calm.

This world had always been like this: the weak were prey to the strong, and strength meant privilege.

Let alone raising monstrous beasts—even raising something even more outrageous would not be surprising!

"The starting price for this King Kong Tiger is 50,000. Each bid must increase by at least 1,000. The auction now begins!"

"55,000!"

"56,000!"

"..."

Below the stage, bidders raised their paddles one after another.

A few minutes later, a youth bought the King Kong Tiger for 86,000 Blue Star Coins.

After the King Kong Tiger was handed over to the youth, the auction continued.

The second item was an incomplete cultivation technique.

The bidders below showed little interest in it.

Yet Jiang Fan's heart burned with excitement.

Ever since obtaining the space, his cultivation speed had been astonishing!

But he happened to have no suitable cultivation technique to practice.

At present, he only had the Five Elements Fist he had learned at Thunder Martial Hall, as well as the basic fist and footwork he had learned from the True Explanation of Martial Arts.

Although he had observed Fang Jue and Qing Yue's moves during his battles with them and learned a few scattered techniques, they were all unsystematic and could not bring his strength to its fullest potential.

If he had a suitable cultivation technique, his strength would surely reach a new level.

But...

This cultivation technique was incomplete, and it was priced at tens of thousands.

It was not suitable!

Jiang Fan could only force down his impulse.

In the end, the cultivation technique received no bids and was taken back.

Next came the third item... the fourth... the fifth...

There were all kinds of auction items: maps, medicinal ingredients, antiques, and more.

Finally, after the ninth item was auctioned off, they reached the final segment.

"Now, we will begin the auction for today's final item—and also the most important item!"

As the host introduced it, a curvaceous female attendant walked up carrying a tray.

A piece of exquisite red silk covered the tray.

The host lifted the silk.

A glass bottle of roughly 50 ml was revealed before everyone.

It contained a brown medicinal liquid and appeared to be about half full.

In an instant, everyone's eyes locked onto the bottle, their gazes gleaming.

Jiang Fan could even clearly sense the outlines of the Three Major Pharmaceutical Groups in the private room diagonally opposite suddenly rising to their feet.

"This potion is refined from Chinese medicinal ingredients and is extremely effective at increasing vitality and blood!"

"A 20 ml bottle of this medicinal liquid can increase a Martial Artist's vitality and blood by around 0.3. The exact amount may vary slightly depending on the individual user, but it will generally remain within a normal range."

"The auction now begins! The starting price is 50,000, and each bid must increase by at least 5,000."

The moment the host finished speaking, the crowd below instantly erupted.

"60,000!"

"65,000!"

"Who's bidding 65,000? 70,000!"

"..."

The host rapped his gavel.

"Quiet, everyone!"

"One bid at a time!"

Just as the crowd continued shouting over one another, a bell rang from the window diagonally opposite.

Everyone's attention turned toward it, where a pair of numbers—100,000—appeared in the window.

This was the underground auction house's special display effect for VIPs, representing privilege and status.

Come on, if they had to shout like the commoners below, wouldn't that be beneath their dignity?

"Alright, Anshintang has bid 100,000 Blue Star Coins. Does anyone else wish to bid?"

The venue fell silent.

They had originally come for this potion in hopes of picking up a bargain.

After all, the underground auction house's advertising had made it sound almost miraculous.

But no matter how miraculous it was, it was only slightly better than the Three Major Pharmaceutical Groups' fourth-generation products.

A bottle of the Three Major Pharmaceutical Groups' fourth-generation product could sell for 80,000 Blue Star Coins.

This potion had started at 50,000.

They were naturally willing to add a little on top of 50,000, but anything over 80,000 was no longer worth it!

After all, the effects of this potion were still only hearsay.

The Three Major Pharmaceutical Groups, on the other hand, had standardized products with guaranteed credibility.

After the people in the main hall withdrew from the bidding, what remained was naturally a contest between the Three Major Pharmaceutical Groups.

"110,000!"

"120,000!"

"150,000!"

"..."

After Anshintang made its bid, Zhenyao Workshop and Miaofang Pavilion refused to fall behind and began following suit.

The price climbed higher and higher.

Inside Zhenyao Workshop's private room.

Xia Chengyang sat calmly by the window.

Beside him, an assistant-looking man wore a somewhat anxious expression.

"Boss, the price has already reached 260,000! Should we keep bidding?"

Xia Chengyang's gaze remained steady.

"Bid. Why wouldn't we?"

"Regardless of how effective this product is, since there's a possibility that it surpasses our fourth-generation product, we can't let Anshintang or Miaofang Pavilion get their hands on it!"

"Keep raising the bid!"

The assistant hurriedly replied.

"Yes!"

Inside Miaofang Pavilion's private room.

Sikong Yao narrowed her eyes as she looked out the window and muttered to herself.

"Hehe, they've driven the price this high over some supposedly miraculous potion!"

"Zhenyao Workshop and Anshintang have really gone mad!"

"But I still have to follow them!"

With that, she waved her hand, signaling her subordinates to continue bidding.

Inside Anshintang's private room, there were only Yu Jun and Yu Baiwei.

Yu Baiwei said timidly.

"Grandpa, this price is already very high. It could buy five bottles of our third-generation product!"

Yu Jun said fiercely.

"Keep raising it. As long as they bid, we follow!"

Yu Baiwei hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

"But..."

Yu Jun turned and shot her a vicious glare.

"We have no way out now. Both of their families have already developed fourth-generation products. We still have a chance!"

"If we can't win it, then we truly won't have any chance at all!"

"Can't you see that even now?"

The more Yu Jun spoke, the angrier he became.

Anshintang could have obtained this vial of medicine without lifting a finger, and they might even have reached a partnership with the other side!

But now...

He had spoiled his granddaughter too much in the past. Even now, she still could not grasp the severity of the situation!

She was utterly beyond help!

Seeing the change in Yu Jun's expression, Yu Baiwei hurriedly replied.

"Alright, alright, I'll raise the bid!"