"One hundred and twenty thousand! I can forgo this sword art, but as for beauties... I am determined to have them."
At that moment, within a single-person private room near the front, the Fan Cultivator casually poured himself a pot of spirit tea and spoke calmly.
His seemingly offhand words fully displayed his ample wealth, confidence, and bearing.
The moment these words were spoken, several cultivators who had been hesitating immediately shook their heads and abandoned their intentions.
"The current bid is one hundred and twenty thousand. Are there any fellow cultivators who wish to continue bidding?"
"Ten breaths. If no one raises the price, this auction item shall belong to this senior."
Upon the auction stage, Yu Lingling beamed brightly.
As she spoke, her gaze also fell toward the Fan Cultivator's location.
The price of one hundred and twenty thousand had already surpassed the highest price anticipated by the auction house.
Though she said this, it was merely a matter of procedure. She did not believe any other cultivator would be willing to continue raising the bid.
Yet the instant her words fell.
Su Shi'er's voice rang out once more from the rear of the auction hall.
"One hundred and twenty-one thousand!"
The lightly spoken words instantly drew the attention of all the cultivators present once again.
"Hmm? It's that guy again?"
"With such an outrageous premium, this fellow seems quite well-off?"
"Ha! Altogether, it is only a little over two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals. It may be quite a sum, but it hardly counts as being well-off! Put nicely, he spends lavishly. Put bluntly, he is simply a prodigal!"
As they stared at Su Shi'er's room, quite a few cultivators who had come in groups gathered together and whispered among themselves.
Within the single-person room, the