...Upon hearing the price of two million five hundred thousand spirit stones, the old man surnamed Huang, who stood on the elevated platform and presided over the auction, felt his head swim. Even his usually ironclad composure had become difficult to maintain.
He had presided over more than a hundred auctions, but this was the first time in his life he had encountered a situation like this.
Two days earlier, he had heard that the auction presided over by Fellow Daoist Dai had ended with the final centerpiece selling for the astronomical price of one million eight hundred thousand spirit stones. As a result, Fellow Daoist Dai had received a massive reward from the several sects hosting the event at Green Snake Valley.
Yet compared to the current price, that figure was merely a dwarf beside a giant, seeming utterly pale and feeble.
After a full quarter of an hour, the old man surnamed Huang still could not bring himself to speak. The great hall had fallen utterly silent; not even the faintest sound of a cough or breath could be heard.
"Is there any other Fellow Daoist interested in this Blood Cup Stone? If so, please bid as soon as possible."
Only after a long while, suppressing the excitement in his heart, did the old man surnamed Huang finally ask, his voice somewhat unsteady.
As the old man surnamed Huang's words rang out, the spiritual senses of the several thousand Core Formation cultivators present involuntarily swept toward the locations of the cultivators who had bid earlier.
At that moment, the several thousand cultivators present shared the same thought: they hoped someone would raise the price again. Whether or not they could stop the young, fair-faced Core Formation cultivator on the third floor, as long as someone bid, that mid