Most of the cultivators taking part in the auction were at the second or third level, and this Ice-Fire Pill was suitable for all of them. If a body cultivator at the peak of the second level won it, he could skip several years of bitter cultivation and might join the ranks of the powerful right there. Even third-level cultivators coveted this pill. Aside from taking it themselves to strengthen their bodies, they could give it to a younger clansman and directly produce another powerhouse.
"Eight thousand!"
"Hmph, you think eight thousand will win you this pill? Ten thousand!"
"You think ten thousand Soul Crystals will secure it? Not a chance! Twelve thousand!"
"Thirteen thousand!"
The cultivators who had been chatting so warmly moments before cast all friendship aside at the sight of treasure. Beyond competing with ever-higher bids in Soul Crystals, they were almost ready to come to blows.
Chen Shichong was also exceptionally excited. Had Mu Bai not supplied the pill for auction, he would certainly have joined in with a high bid. Chen Shichong was already infinitely close to the peak of the second level, and he desperately wanted this Ice-Fire Pill. Without a chance encounter like this, he could not have bought one in ordinary times even with Soul Crystals.
"Fourteen thousand!"
The cultivators of the Northern Plains focused primarily on Body Refining. A single Ice-Fire Pill could mean the difference between a third-level powerhouse and the masses of ordinary cultivators. Never mind Chen Shichong—who would not covet it?
Watching everyone scramble over one another to shout their bids, Mu Bai felt not excitement but a surge of sorrow. He thought of his tribe's Chief of Fangs, Hai Ang. Had disaster not struck the tribe, the Ice-Fire Pill he had refined with his own hands would