As the host's voice fell, the auction hall fell silent for a moment.
This price was not outrageous for a fourth-tier pill, but neither was it cheap enough to make people bid without hesitation.
Several eager bidders in the front rows glanced at one another, seemingly weighing whether to wait and see.
"Six hundred thousand."
But Qin Yu gave them no chance to wait. His bid leaped directly from five hundred thousand to six hundred thousand.
An increase of one hundred thousand was quite a hefty move for a fourth-tier pill.
The hall immediately erupted with sidelong glances. Many people turned their eyes toward Qin Yu.
No family crest, no sect insignia, and no Alchemist badge—just such a young man...
How strange.
"Six hundred and ten thousand."
Someone in the front row raised a placard tentatively.
"Six hundred and twenty thousand."
Another person promptly followed with a higher bid.
"Six hundred and fifty thousand."
A light, airy voice drifted down from a third-floor private room. The tone was casual, as though its owner was not determined to obtain the pill.
"Seven hundred and fifty thousand."
Qin Yu raised his placard again, his bid landing clearly in the silent hall.
Even the host was stunned for a moment. Buyers who pushed the bidding pace this tightly were rare.
At some point, Xiao Yi Xian's right hand had clenched Qin Yu's sleeve, her fingers tightening slightly.
It was nothing else. She simply had not expected Qin Yu to bid with such momentum, as if he were buying cabbages at a market.
No, even buying cabbages was not this unreasonable.
More than seven hundred thousand gold coins—back in Qingshan Town, that was wealth many people would never see in their entire lives.
"Eight hundred thousand."
This time, the other bidders were clearly far