Everyone looked toward the Rogue Cultivator on the stage, unsure what he was trying to do.
The Rogue Cultivator then said, "I know that once the auction is over, I will surely die. I only ask that you all hear me out."
"Speak," Xu Xinyuan said with a frown, clearly impatient.
Whether the Xu Family could obtain this quota made this auction crucial.
Although the resources obtained from the Canglan Ruins were of little use to the younger generation of the Xu Family,
the Xu Family understood the principle of one side waning as the other waxed. If they could not obtain the quota themselves, they could not let anyone else have it either.
As long as the price remained within a controllable range, they would rather gain nothing at all than allow other forces to grow stronger.
Seeing someone speak up, the Rogue Cultivator began his account. He was not actually a Rogue Cultivator, but a disciple of a low-ranking sect known as the Seven Suspended Sect.
Some time ago, the Nine Nether Blood Spring within his sect had suddenly stirred. By the time he had come out to seek help, the Nine Nether Blood Spring in the sect had already reached the brink of eruption.
Everyone present knew the horrors of the Nine Nether Blood Spring.
They were also deeply wary of the Nine Nether Blood Qi, something that could only be suppressed and could never be completely eradicated.
Once he finished speaking, everyone present fell silent. Clearly, no one wanted this mess dumped onto their own heads.
Instead, they all turned their gazes toward Wang Lie, because the sect the Rogue Cultivator had mentioned lay closest to the Wang Family's sphere of influence.
Wang Lie's expression was rather ugly at that moment. He knew about the Seven