The immortal stones I brought with me didn't seem to be enough.
It couldn't be called not enough—they were nowhere near enough.
"Heaven-class Private Room No. 3 bids two million Supreme Immortal Stones. Is anyone willing to bid higher?"
The old man on the stage called out with a beaming smile. He was rolling in it, absolutely rolling in it. From this round alone, he could get at least three hundred thousand Supreme Immortal Stones.
Just standing here earned him three hundred thousand Supreme Immortal Stones. Where else could he find a job this good?
"Very well. Since no one is continuing to bid, this Primordial Spirit Fruit belongs exclusively to the esteemed guest of Heaven-class Private Room No. 3."
After waiting a long while with no further bids, the old man spoke.
This was within his expectations. Two million Supreme Immortal Stones for a single Primordial Spirit Fruit?
The premium was beyond terrifying.
This was simply absurd.
There really were more rich people than anything else in this world.
"Alright, the auction shall continue. A Primordial Spirit Fruit, starting bid one Supreme Immortal stone. Each increase must be no less than ten thousand Supreme Immortal stones."
The old man brought out another Primordial Spirit Fruit for auction.
The five Primordial Spirit Fruits were being auctioned separately. This time, Million Trading House would make a killing.
"I bid five hundred thousand—five hundred thousand Supreme Immortal Stones."
The black-clothed young man seated at the very front of the hall immediately spoke impatiently.
Two had already been taken by Heaven-class Private Room No. 3. There were only three left. What did that mean?
If he failed to get one again, then he truly would have no chance, because Heaven-class Private Rooms No. 1, No. 2, and No. 5 all wanted the Primordial