"Five hundred mid-grade Spirit Stones!" As the words fell, Chen Fan slowly lowered his raised hand. He was determined to obtain this piece of Seven-Star Divine Ore. With green radiance of this intensity, it would certainly be enough to bear the runes of the Four Symbols Secret Talisman.
Yet everyone turned their eyes toward him, their faces filled with sympathy.
"Is this man mad, daring to challenge a prodigy of the Fei Clan?" In the silence filling the hall, a cultivator at the back muttered.
"It seems this man truly is a prodigy as well. Otherwise, where would he get the confidence to compete with Fei Fengxuan?" another person said quietly.
The chief steward on the stage was slightly taken aback. For several seconds, he forgot to bring down his hammer. He did not dare offend the Fei Clan, but neither did he wish to dishearten Chen Fan, leaving him caught between a rock and a hard place.
The Li Clan head also frowned and transmitted his voice to the chief steward. "Do not bring down the hammer yet. Wait and see!"
At that moment, Fei Fengxuan's expression darkened slightly as well. He had already made it known that he wanted to buy the divine ore as a gift for a talisman artificer. Upon hearing this, the various powerful cultivators had all fallen silent, unwilling to lose the big picture over a small matter. He had thought the divine ore was already within easy reach, yet Chen Fan had suddenly emerged out of nowhere.
He had not wished to make an enemy of Chen Fan, but over nothing more than a piece of Seven-Star Divine Ore, Chen Fan's bid made him feel that Chen Fan was deliberately making him lose face.
"Fellow Daoist, this kind of divine ore is not