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"Nine thousand gold coins!"

"Nine thousand five hundred gold coins!"

"Ten thousand!"

Bids for the Ancient Scroll on auction climbed steadily, soon reaching a fever pitch.

According to the Blood Moon Society, this scroll had once belonged to two Legendary Great Shamans. Although neither had deciphered its secrets, its wondrous nature was beyond question.

Otherwise, it would never have been placed among the auction's featured lots.

"Thirty thousand gold coins!"

Once the bidding reached thirty thousand, the number of bidders abruptly dwindled.

Only two remained, still competing against each other.

"Thirty-two thousand gold coins!"

"Thirty-five thousand!"

"Forty thousand!"

A small stir swept through the Moon God's Hall. This price already far exceeded what the Ancient Scroll should have been worth.

In fact, quite a few wondrous objects were excavated from ancient ruins every year, but very few fetched such a high price at auction.

One of the two competitors backed down.

The Ancient Scroll ultimately sold for the astronomical price of forty thousand gold coins.

Gao Jing watched from beginning to end. Forget bidding—he had not so much as lifted a finger.

Once the bidding ended, the scroll was placed back inside its mystic gold box and handed to the buyer seated in the VIP section.

Those were the rules of the Blood Moon Auction: pay and collect the goods on the spot, without any dragging of feet.

If anyone dared try any tricks, the Blood Moon Society would promptly teach them a lesson.

The masked buyer waved a hand, storing the mystic gold box in their Void Equipment while paying forty thousand gold coins.

Yet this buyer, who spent gold like dirt, never noticed the tiny thorn, fine as an ox's hair, that had been quietly pinned to their robe.

With so many items on offer, the Blood Moon