Taking It Down Early

By the time Xue Lingyun won the seventh lot, the atmosphere in the room had become completely different from when it first began.

Everyone looked at him with different expressions, but without exception, all of them carried the same question: just how much money did this person have? Even Dai Yaoheng had to think of a way to scrape money together to bid on a million-level Close-combat Soul Tool, yet in the span of a single auction, Xue Lingyun had already spent nearly ten million Gold Soul Coins. From beginning to end, the word "expensive" had never once appeared on his face. Every time he raised his paddle, it looked as casual as adding one more stroke of ink.

Wang Dong could not stay calm either. He had quite a lot of money on him too, and if he truly wanted to buy them, he could afford most of tonight's lots. But he absolutely would not sweep up goods like Xue Lingyun without even blinking. He glanced at Xue Lingyun several times, but in the end, still did not ask—asking now would make him seem far too inexperienced. Huo Yuhao sat in the corner without speaking, but his gaze moved back and forth between Xue Lingyun and the screen several times, as if he were recalculating just how much money a person needed in order to say the words "I can afford it" in that tone. Beibei leaned back on the sofa, his expression seemingly unchanged, but the fingers resting on his knee had not moved once, as if he were thinking about something. Jiang Nannan said nothing and did not look toward Xue Lingyun either, but the fruit in her hand had never been picked up. From the start of the auction until now, its position by the edge