The moment he finished speaking, someone below raised a bidding sign. "Fifteen thousand!"
The price quickly climbed, breaking through one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in the blink of an eye.
In a private room on the second floor, Ning Rongrong looked at the pair of iron tubes and asked curiously:
"This thing looks so ordinary. Is it really that powerful?"
"The design is fairly ingenious. It does pose a certain threat to low-rank Soul Masters, but it isn't really worth auctioning."
"I'd guess most of the bidders just want to buy it as a little toy for their younger family members!"
In the end, the pair of "Sand Ejection" tubes was bought by a richly dressed noble for one hundred and fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins, giving the auction a modest but auspicious start.
Several more lots were brought out in succession, most of them small-capacity storage Soul Tools.
They weren't large, but they couldn't be considered rare either. In the end, several minor nobles eager to expand their family fortunes took them home, and the prices remained fairly ordinary.
Just as everyone thought there was nothing more to this auction, the host onstage suddenly cleared her throat. Her gaze swept across the audience as she deliberately raised her voice:
"The next item up for auction is a rare treasure."
"All interested distinguished guests, especially the gentlemen present, be sure to pay close attention."
When she said "gentlemen," she paused deliberately. A meaningful smile curled at the corners of her lips, and her expression held a subtlety that was difficult to put into words.
As soon as she said this, the somewhat dull auction hall was like a pond into which a stone had been tossed. The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
Many of the male guests straightened in their