"Three thousand one hundred."
"Three thousand two hundred."
"Three thousand four hundred Spirit Stones."
Bids flew from every direction, rising rapidly. Before long, they broke through the four-thousand-Spirit-Stone mark.
They also easily exceeded everything Lin Changheng could afford.
But as the bidding continued, Lin Changheng noticed something strange.
The VIP rooms above should have been occupied by the various major powers, yet few bids came from them.
Instead, new bids rang out throughout the hall below. The competition rose and fell without pause, and tempers had truly caught fire.
The contrast was striking.
Lin Changheng would never have believed that everyone down below was a Rogue Cultivator.
First, prices like these were far beyond the means of ordinary Rogue Cultivators. Even a Mid-Grade Pill Master like him found his purse stretched thin and dared not covet the treasure.
What, then, of other Rogue Cultivators?
Only a scant few could afford it.
Second, he had observed that most of these bidding Rogue Cultivators had not bid before. Clearly, they had come with a specific goal: the Foundation Establishment Spirit Treasure.
Even a cultivator with as few needs as Lin Changheng had found several tempting items during this two-day Auction. Could ordinary Rogue Cultivators really sit as immovable as mountains?
Moreover, even without deliberately using his mastery-level [Spirit-Sensing Technique], he could faintly sense that nearly half of them were not at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
"Interesting."
You stood on a bridge admiring the scenery, while someone upstairs admired you.
While everyone else fought heatedly over the item onstage, Lin Changheng was observing and pondering them.
After some deduction, a highly plausible explanation emerged in Lin Changheng's mind.
These people were likely "proxy bidders" put forward by the powers in the rooms above.
After all, these powers constantly crossed paths and