What Are Paupers Doing at an Auction?

Yao Lao slowly turned around and looked at the gaunt old man indifferently. "What are paupers doing at an auction?"

Boom!

The atmosphere in the hall immediately became lively, and quite a few people burst out laughing.

Who among those who dared come here did not have a few real skills? They feared neither Scorpion Demon Big Ghost nor troublemakers. Who was afraid of whom?

"You! Brat, do you dare reveal your identity?"

Scorpion Demon Big Ghost looked at Yao Lao coldly.

"Are you all perhaps taking my Baojian Mountain too lightly?"

Old Man Baoshan said with a rather calm expression.

Buzz!

At the same time, a unique fluctuation belonging only to a Saint-level expert rapidly spread throughout the Ancient Hall.

"A Half-Saint expert! A Half-Saint expert from the Three Sects has made a move!"

Feeling this strange fluctuation, everyone's hearts tightened, and the clamor within the Ancient Hall gradually faded away.

Perhaps Old Man Baoshan's reminder had prompted Yao Lao. Yao Lao calmly repeated, "Five Eighth-Grade Pills with Eight-Color Pill Lightning."

Before Old Man Baoshan could speak, Scorpion Demon Big Ghost viciously said, "I am determined to obtain this Ancient Map. I'll continue bidding—six!"

"Eight."

Yao Lao continued bidding without a care, his tone utterly without fluctuation.

"Nine!"

"Eleven."

Each time Yao Lao raised the bid, he increased it by two pills, while Scorpion Demon Big Ghost could only add one each time. It made him look rather embarrassed.

Yao Lao's meaning was very simple:

I have money! I'm going to bury you in pills!

Crash!

His eyes bloodshot, Scorpion Demon Big Ghost suddenly rose like a gambler about to lose everything. The wooden chair beneath him let out a somewhat grating scrape.

Old Man Baoshan narrowed his eyes as he examined Scorpion Demon Big Ghost, but said nothing.