Someone else exclaimed, "What kind of auction is this? This is outrageous! The starting bid is three hundred billion Federal Coins. They might as well be robbing people—it's more expensive than gold!"
He'd seen some information about the auction. To get a prodigy from the demon race, you'd need at least three hundred billion, and that was only the starting price.
If the bidding really got underway, the price would probably climb even higher. It was an astronomical sum.
"It is a little steep, but these are prodigies of the demon race, with the potential to become kings."
"Spending hundreds of billions on a future Demon King isn't a bad deal."
"Bullshit. Potential is just potential. Plenty of demons get stuck at a bottleneck and never break through. If they can't advance, will that kid give you your money back?"
"That's not the point. If success were guaranteed, would the starting bid be only three hundred billion? It could easily be over a trillion. When you make a deal, you have to accept the risks. It's basically gambling."
"It's still outrageous. How many people can afford to gamble like that?"
"There are plenty of rich people in this world. Quite a few can afford it."
Many people were shocked by the auction's details. They thought it was an absurdly expensive event; even the starting bids were beyond anything they could imagine.
The starting price alone would likely keep 99 percent of the people in the Cloud Sky Realm out.
But the higher the stakes, the more interested people became.
As these posts kept appearing on message boards, forums, and messaging apps, discussion of Xia Ping's auction grew increasingly intense.
Its ranking skyrocketed, and searches had already reached hundreds of millions. The news spread through every corner of the Cloud Sky