"No, Sect Master!"
Seeing their sect master's iron cage being wheeled away, the White Tiger Sect members shouted in desperation.
Elder Zhou frowned.
"Silence!"
Tremendous Soul Power erupted, bearing down on the White Tiger Sect's private box.
The White Tiger Sect members instantly fell as silent as cicadas in winter.
"The auction will continue."
Most of the next lots were independent cultivators and lower- to middle-ranking Soul Masters from various factions.
Their starting bids were much lower than those of the three sect masters from the Lower Four Sects, mostly resources worth a few hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.
Most of these people were bought by their families or the factions they belonged to.
But a few independent cultivators with good talent, powerful Martial Souls, and relatively young ages caught Ning Fengzhi's attention.
"Wang Yan, Martial Soul: Iron-Armed Bear, rank seventy-three Soul Saint. Starting bid: resources worth six hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."
A hoarse voice rang out, giving no indication of who was speaking or which direction it came from. "Six hundred and fifty thousand."
"Seven hundred thousand."
In another private box, an old man with half-gray hair abruptly rose to his feet.
"Seven hundred and fifty thousand! He's my junior brother. We fellow disciples pooled together seven hundred and fifty thousand. Please, show us mercy..."
"Eight hundred thousand."
That hoarse voice rang out again.
The old man's expression changed drastically, and he turned to the people beside him.
His junior brothers all looked grim. They had already scraped together everything they could sell to gather resources worth seven hundred and fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins.
They could not produce a single coin more.
"Eight hundred thousand going once, eight hundred thousand going twice, eight hundred thousand going three times. Sold."
Inside the top-floor private box.
Jin Peng,