Very quickly—
the Spirit Secret Realm had grown lively, with forces from all sides pouring in with money in hand.
But since Feng Tian had started with such a high bid, had Qian Duoduo—the foolish son of a wealthy family—backing him, and now so many bigwigs were flooding in to snap things up, prices were soaring at an absurd rate.
Though the bigwigs felt the pinch, the moment they thought of the Emperor Immortal Ruins, they decided to ramp up their buying.
"Wow, it's so lively!"
Qin Feng had changed into Qiao Baihe's disguise and brought Xiao Bai to the marketplace.
The market was packed with people. Signs advertising purchases of Immortal King burial goods could be seen everywhere, and some stalls selling them were so surrounded that not even a drop of water could squeeze through. Buyers argued until their faces turned red.
"Little money, little money!"
Greed sparkled in Xiao Bai's eyes. Ignoring his aching waist, he hurried off to find a spot to set up a stall.
As Xiao Bai laid out a few trinkets, the noisy market gradually fell quiet.
Everyone around them looked toward the stall in unison. From the aura of age emanating from the items and the patterns on them, anyone could tell at a glance that they came from the Immortal King Ruins.
With a clatter—
like a pebble dropped into a lake, everyone immediately swarmed over.
"Fifty Immortal Crystals per item! I'll take them all!"
"The market price is a hundred Immortal Crystals each. How can you have the nerve to offer fifty?"
"Enough talk. A hundred and ten Immortal Crystals! I'll take the whole lot!"
"I'll pay a hundred and twenty Immortal Crystals..."
"..."
The crowd at the stall argued until their faces turned red, letting Qin Feng feel the