"A million? Ten thousand? A hundred?!"
After a brief, deathly silence, cries of astonishment erupted across the auction hall, threatening to lift the roof.
The prices were so low that no one present could believe their ears!
A million Gold Soul Coins for a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit was reasonable enough. But to the nobles and power brokers seated here, who routinely spent tens of millions at a time, the prices of Hundred-Year and Thousand-Year Soul Spirits were practically a giveaway.
In the ordinary seating area, the quicker-witted trade association representatives and elders of smaller sects lit up.
"We're going to make a fortune! This is a massive loophole!" A gaunt trade association representative rubbed his hands excitedly and whispered to a colleague beside him.
"A million Gold Soul Coins isn't cheap, but what's ten thousand or a hundred? We'll pool our money when we get back and buy up every rare Hundred-Year and Thousand-Year Soul Spirit with a powerful bloodline! Then we'll resell them for ten or a hundred times the price. We'll be rolling in money!"
Thoughts of hoarding and reselling took shape in more than a few minds around the hall.
The young sect master had clearly never seen how ruthless the world could be. At those prices, he might as well have been giving them away.
But Xiao Yan's next words came down like a bucket of ice water, dousing their greed without mercy.
"Put those schemes out of your minds." Xiao Yan swept his gaze over the shifty-eyed crowd, his voice calm.
"Every Soul Spirit produced by the Fuxi Dao Sect will be sold directly by the sect. We will authorize no agents of any kind. Only a soul master who needs to break through a bottleneck may personally come to the sect, purchase a Soul