"Brother Zhan, you don't look like someone who often ventures into places thick with ghostly energy. Why bother competing with me for this Ghostbane Robe? Eleven million."
At that moment, a strange barefoot man clad in a straw raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat spoke in a low voice.
"It seems I must reiterate another rule of this trading house: no one may interfere with another person's bidding. Anyone who does will be considered to have disrupted our operations and will automatically forfeit their right to participate in the auction." The elegant young woman frowned.
"There may be a time when I need this item, so I'm afraid I can't yield it. Fifteen million." Lu Xiaotian smiled calmly. He certainly wasn't short on Spirit Stones. Aside from his skill in alchemy, several Nascent Soul Cultivators had already fallen at his hands.
"Thirty million."
Hearing that voice, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help looking over in surprise. The bidder was a black-veiled woman with a thin veil over her face and a cold, aloof bearing.
"Thirty-five million." Lu Xiaotian frowned. This woman's bid was no ordinary one; she had pushed the price so high for no good reason. He was unwilling to waste so many Spirit Stones.
"Thirty-six million!" The black-veiled woman glanced at Lu Xiaotian and frowned. The Ghostbane Robe had unique properties, but the price had already climbed to an outrageous level.
"Forty million!" Lu Xiaotian bid again without hesitation. If he was willing to spend the time, he could always earn more Spirit Stones. But a special magical artifact like the Ghostbane Robe, one that came close to being a ghostly artifact, wasn't something he could simply acquire whenever he pleased. In the right circumstances, it could save his life; even if it cost him more Spirit Stones, it would