"The starting bid is thirty thousand survival points, and each increase must be no less than ten thousand survival points."
After Huo Ling'er finished speaking, the entire auction hall fell silent. For a full three minutes, no one said a word.
The item was good, but no one dared to take it. Carrying that saber around might cost them their lives one day.
Huo Ling'er stood atop the platform in unbearable embarrassment. What an auction feared most was an awkward silence—if no one wanted an item, the auctioneer's bonus would be docked.
"Fifty thousand survival points."
Seeing that no one spoke, Ye Lin said softly.
No one dared to buy this thing, afraid of being recognized and offending yet another faction or race. Ye Lin had no such concerns.
At a glance, this was the possession of some great Human Race expert. With Nameless Mountain behind him, even if someone recognized it, who could possibly hunt him down?
Besides, if he was recognized, he could simply explain the item's origins to them, then sell it at a high price. Simple as that.
What was more, spending fifty thousand survival points on an Earth Grade Low Tier Spirit Tool containing a trace of the might of a Dao Integration True Lord was an absolute steal.
"Fifty thousand survival points."
Hearing those words while caught in such an awkward predicament, Huo Ling'er looked as though she had seen her savior and cast Ye Lin a grateful glance.
Ye Lin's move had undoubtedly helped her enormously.
"Fifty thousand survival points. Is anyone willing to continue bidding?"
After looking around and seeing that no one was raising the price, Huo Ling'er was joined by a burly man with Nascent Soul Realm cultivation. He took the tray from her and headed toward Private Room Number