Qing Ya said with an air of mystery, "Can anyone guess what this is? How about this? I'll reveal the starting price to our honored guests first."
"The bidding for this item starts at eight hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Each increase must be no less than ten thousand Gold Soul Coins."
How freaking much?
A starting price of eight hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins?
Chen Ping sucked in a breath of cold air at that. Was this some fucking joke?
If he remembered correctly, the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade in the original story was a level-eight close-combat Soul Tool, and even its starting price had only been six hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Yet the starting price for this final item before him was as high as eight hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins?
Even if an item at this price did not appear at a top-tier auction, it should at least have appeared in one of the earlier high-end auctions. What the hell was it doing in their current auction, where the highest-grade Soul Tools were only Level 6?
What Chen Ping did not know was that Qing Ya was even more troubled than he was. She truly did not want to keep dealing with hot potatoes like this.
As the largest auction house in the entire Star Luo Empire, the Starlight Auction House actually had more than one unsellable "family heirloom" like the Spirit Devouring Fierce Blade.
Last year, shortly after she became the auctioneer for Hall Six of the Starlight Auction House, her superiors had assigned her several auctions to see whether some sucker would be willing to buy the Spirit Devouring Fierce Blade for their collection.
Unexpectedly, on only her second attempt to sell it, a wealthy buyer from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect