Eight Million Gold Coins Snatched Away! The Blood Sect's Young Master Delivers His Head Outside the City

The box was opened, and a bone-chilling cold instantly spread through the venue, dropping the temperature by several degrees.

Inside the box lay a palm-sized piece of crystal-clear white jade.

The jade's shape was irregular, yet its surface emitted a gentle white glow.

"Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Soul Jade!"

The auctioneer's voice trembled slightly, clearly stirred by the appearance of this treasure.

"This is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, nurtured within ten-thousand-year cold marrow in lands of extreme frost. For those who cultivate soul power, it is an invaluable treasure!"

"The starting bid is one million Gold Coins! Each increase must be no less than two hundred thousand!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire hall sank into brief silence before erupting with thunderous bids.

"One million two hundred thousand!"

"One million five hundred thousand!"

"I bid two million!"

The price climbed at a terrifying pace. Those seated in the front rows were all prominent figures of the Black-Corner Region.

To people like them, such a treasure was a second life at a critical moment.

"Three million!"

Fan Ling made his move again, his face filled with determination.

The Blood Sect's cultivation technique was tyrannical and caused some erosion to the soul. This Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Soul Jade was practically tailored for him.

His bid raised the price by a huge margin, deterring many who had still been hesitating.

"Three million two hundred thousand."

A calm voice came from Lu Heng's VIP box. It was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Fan Ling paused and followed the voice with his gaze, but all he could see was a screen and a vague side profile.

"Hmph, you fool who doesn't know death." He snorted coldly and raised his bidding paddle again.

"Four million!"

"Four million two hundred thousand." Lu