"Sixty thousand." When Jia Lie Bi called out the price again, his palm trembled slightly. What Ao Ba Pa had said earlier was unpleasant, but true. The Jia Lie Clan had nearly exhausted several years' worth of savings to secure that Xuan Tier high-level cultivation technique last time. Recently, the clan's businesses had already shrunk by twenty to thirty percent.
"Sixty-one thousand."
Ao Ba Pa looked at Jia Lie Bi's pale face and said with a smile, "Jia Lie Bi, don't tell me you've already reached your limit. Want this old man to give way to you?"
"N... no need." Jia Lie Bi gritted his teeth, his face ashen, and spat out two words.
He then looked at the white jade bottle on the stage and continued, "Sixty-five thousand."
When the price of the Foundation-Building Spiritual Liquid rose to eighty thousand, Jia Lie Bi finally withdrew with a grim expression. The clan could no longer afford such extravagance.
Jia Lie Bi thought of the First-Grade Alchemist the clan had encountered not long ago. No matter the cost, they had to find a way to invite that First-Grade Alchemist over. Only then could the clan secure greater benefits.
Just as Ao Ba Pa thought victory was already in his grasp, a calm voice sounded.
"Eighty-five thousand."
Ao Ba Pa glanced at Xiao Zhan and said with a beaming smile, "Clan Head Xiao, there will be another batch of Foundation-Building Spiritual Liquid later. Your family has such great wealth, so there's no need to compete with me for this batch, right?"
"Hehe, don't you understand the rules of an auction? The highest bidder wins. Since when is there any talk of giving way? If you can't afford it, don't compete."
Ao Ba Pa clenched his teeth and continued, "Ninety thousand."
"Ninety-five thousand!"