Inside the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion, Lu Chen agreed to a staggering wager of two million jin of Source with the eight disciples of the Source King Lineage. Even Yao Yuekong, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, was stunned. The sum was simply enormous.
"With such an astronomical wager, are you confident you can beat those eight madmen, Brother Lu?"
Lu Chen smiled and shook his head. "They are outstanding disciples of the Source King Lineage, heirs to what could be called the foremost Source Arts Family of our age. Who could claim they were certain to beat them? We'll only know once we've gambled!"
The world's foremost Source Arts inheritance was the Source Heavenly Master Lineage, but ever since the Zhang Family Ancestor had become trapped in Purple Mountain a thousand years ago, its succession had effectively been broken.
The Source Heavenly Master Lineage had never formed a Source Arts Family, either. Its teachings were generally passed down to a single successor, often skipping generations.
"So they're disciples of the Source King Lineage. No wonder they dare to be so arrogant!" Yao Yuekong naturally knew of the Source King Lineage, but he had never expected those eight madmen to belong to that family.
Though the Ancient Source Arts Families with their long-standing inheritances fell far short of the Various Holy Lands in raw strength, their standing was by no means low.
The Various Holy Lands often sought their help with problems involving Source Stones and what lay beneath the mountains and rivers, and maintained close ties with them. In a certain sense, their indirect power was considerable!
Soon, Yao Yuekong led Lu Chen to an upstairs VIP room overlooking everything in the Auction Hall.
By now, the hall was a sea of people. Though many cultivators lacked