After everyone had stated their position, Ding Fen lazily glanced at a fellow disciple beside him, whose strength matched his own but who had remained taciturn throughout. "Did you note down all those people just now?"
The man replied woodenly, "I did."
Ding Fen nodded, looking thoroughly satisfied. "Good."
Ding Fen was satisfied, but the disciples kneeling before him panicked. To them, his question had clearly produced a death list.
Ding Fen looked at his hands and suddenly chuckled. "Clean fingers really do look better.
"But I still feel there are a few too many disciples in the sect..."
The clever cultivators understood the meaning behind his words and lowered their heads even further. At this moment, probably no one wanted to draw this demon's attention.
The auction began. As fine items were brought out one after another, the auction hall gradually quieted down again.
At first, the items presented were all minor things, such as low-tier magic treasures and pills.
Su Jiu had thought few people would bid on these things. After all, most of them seemed fairly commonplace to her.
Reality proved otherwise. Whether pills or magic treasures, they might not have fetched astronomical sums, but they still sold for somewhat more than their market prices.
The rogue cultivator beside Su Jiu, who had been talking with his companion earlier, watched someone else win the item he wanted with a higher bid. He could not help shaking his head and sighing. "Ah, everyone has been preparing for the Hongsheng Heavenly Road these past two years. Now even these low-tier pills rarely appear in the markets. If we'd known it would come to this, we should have prepared sooner."
His companion patted his shoulder and shook his head. "Forget it. At worst, we simply won't venture too deep.