The price of Spirit Stones kept climbing.
Although nurturing a Flesh Gourd to maturity was exceedingly difficult, for ordinary Qi Refining Stage demonic cultivators, this Flesh Gourd Seed was indeed quite a fine treasure if properly cultivated.
Even if they could not use it themselves, they could keep it as a foundation for their family or sect and nurture it slowly.
If this generation had no use for it, it could be left for the next.
Compared to the previous auction items, this Flesh Gourd Seed drew far fiercer competition.
Still, although everyone named prices, their enthusiasm for raising the bids was not particularly high.
Once the price of Spirit Stones broke three thousand, the calls for higher bids became scarce.
Only three people remained in the bidding, and each increase had dwindled to increments of just one hundred.
Zheng Yi was one of them. He had joined the bidding from the very start rather than waiting until the end to make one decisive bid and settle the matter. To him, that would have been far too conspicuous.
"Three thousand one hundred."
"Three thousand two hundred."
"Three thousand five hundred."
When Zheng Yi raised the price straight to 3,500 Low-Grade Spirit Stones, looking utterly determined to win, the other two shook their heads and simply gave up.
In truth, the Flesh Gourd Seed was never a must-have treasure to begin with. Obtaining it would be better, but failing to do so was no real loss.
After all, nurturing a Flesh Gourd was far too troublesome and required enough flesh and blood to feed it. Whether they slaughtered mortals or cultivators in large numbers, the consequences in the Da Yi Immortal Domain had long been proven: they were either struck down by heavenly punishment or hunted down and killed. Not one