"Twenty-eight thousand!"
Deng Yalin's voice turned noticeably colder, carrying a trace of anger.
Li Qingshan remained utterly unmoved, as though the other man's feelings had nothing to do with him. He raised the bid again, his voice still steady but edged with ironclad resolve. "Thirty-five thousand Spirit Stones."
Boom! The auction hall erupted!
"Thirty-five thousand! Just for one main ingredient?"
"He's mad! Absolutely mad!"
"Did this man come here specifically to cross Master Deng?"
"What extravagant spending! Just how deep are his pockets?"
Deng Yalin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his chest rising and falling slightly.
The price had already far exceeded the actual value of this length of pure yang golden vine. It was now purely a bidding war fueled by spite.
Although he was wealthy, he could not squander his fortune like this. More importantly, before everyone's eyes, a nameless nobody had battered him into silence with Spirit Stones!
He stared fixedly in Li Qingshan's direction. Only after a long while did he force an icy snort through clenched teeth. "Hmph! Good! Very good! Your wealth is truly formidable, fellow Daoist. I... withdraw!"
Anyone could hear the anger in that snort—and the trouble that would follow.
Seeing this, Elder Zhao Kun hurriedly smoothed things over with a genial laugh. "Thirty-five thousand Spirit Stones! Does anyone wish to bid higher? Thirty-five thousand going once! Thirty-five thousand going twice! Thirty-five thousand going three times! Sold! Congratulations, fellow Daoist. This pure yang golden vine is yours!"
Li Qingshan inwardly breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had secured it! Though the price was steep and he had offended a local power, it was all worth it for the Golden Core Formation Pill.
He could clearly feel the sinister gaze from the private box locking onto him