"Correct, this old man is indeed bidding!" The cultivator stood up and named a price!
"Mm, who would have thought..." The earlier cultivator looked at the cultivator not far ahead of him, seeming deep in thought. But upon seeing Bai Xing's encouraging gaze, he calmly named a price as well. Yet once again, Xiao Hua was surprised: the bidding did not last long. After merely three rounds, the last cultivator to bid smiled and said, "Forget it, this old man won't bid any higher. Bring those twelve storage bags to this old man!"
"Hehe, many thanks, Senior Brother!" The cultivator who had bid earlier cupped his hands, took the storage bags, while the cultivator who had entered the bidding later took the other storage bag.
"Senior Brother?" Xiao Hua understood somewhat. "These two cultivators are probably both disciples of Chen Fangu Valley!"
Over the next half hour, Bai Xing brought out the corpses of disciples from many sects. There were truly too many to count. At the least, several corpses filled one storage bag; at the most, a single storage bag held the corpses of a hundred people. Aside from the corpses of disciples from a few sects, which no one wanted, cultivators bid on all the rest. Yet it was rare to see Chen Fangu Valley disciples bidding.
"Alright, next are the corpses of Thunder Control Sect disciples!" Bai Xing smiled and clapped his hands. Disciples brought up four storage bags. "They contain ten, twenty-one, thirty-five, and fifty-two corpses respectively. Which Fellow Daoist wishes to bid?"
"This old man wants them!" How could Xiao Hua let the corpses of Thunder Control Sect disciples fall into others' hands? He raised his hand and said, "This old man wants all four storage bags!"
"What? F-Fellow Daoist wants them all?" Bai Xing