"You have Spirit Stones? Could you have more Spirit Stones than me?" "Fifty thousand."
Two calm words drifted out of the private room.
The noisy hall of Heavenly Treasure Pavilion fell deathly silent.
The Rogue Cultivators in the hall below all raised their heads in unison, searching everywhere for the source of the voice.
Fifty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones to buy a first-rank defensive magical artifact of an auxiliary nature—ordinary second-rank mid-grade spirit artifacts might not even sell for that price. It simply went against the common sense of the immortal cultivation world.
The sound of porcelain shattering came from the private room diagonally opposite. The Ten Thousand Soul Hall soul cultivator's voice even changed pitch. "Fellow Daoist, maliciously driving up the price—aren't you afraid of being robbed once you leave Ten Thousand Immortal City?"
"Amitabha!" The monk from Thousand Buddha Temple proclaimed a long Buddhist chant, clearly shaken by the price as well.
Zhao Hao did not even change his posture. He picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of tea. Amid the curling steam, he did not even lift his head. "Whether it's worth this price or not isn't up to you. Since no one is following, then the item is mine."
The room next door went quiet for two breaths.
"Fifty thousand and one hundred." The monk calmly and unhurriedly gave a number, deliberately sticking to the lowest increment to grind down people's nerves.
The window lattice of the Ten Thousand Soul Hall private room creaked and cracked. The ghost cultivator completely lost his composure, his voice tearing through his throat like wind. "Sixty thousand! I'll offer sixty thousand! Today, I'd like to see who dares fight me for it!"
Sixty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones was basically equivalent to the entire net worth of an