Inside the private room, seeing no further movement from the opposite room, Zhao Jin immediately wore a smug smile. Zhao Mingjie, standing beside him, did the same. At this moment, it was clear that the father and son were truly cut from the same cloth. Just based on this, even an outsider would be able to recognize the relationship between the two.
Zhao Jin had deliberately held back earlier, precisely for this moment, to push his opponent off the high platform of joy until he plummeted to the bottom of the valley. This experience was incredibly poignant and full of meaning for him.
Ultimately, in today's entire incident involving Xiao Yan and the others, the An Clan was merely a minor player. If it weren't for the appearance of Ouyang Miao and Fan Jian, they would have likely caused Xiao Yan and the others to lose face completely, making it impossible for them to maintain their foothold in the Xiao Clan.
An Nan's mistake was choosing to side with Xiao Yan, which went against Zhao Jin's wishes. This made Zhao Jin, who already disliked him, even more disgusted. Now that he had the opportunity to toy with him, how could he let it go so easily?
Xiao Tian naturally took in the entire scene of the father and son, pondering to himself, and occasionally glancing at them with a hint of disdain.
"If the father is not upright, the son will be of questionable character; with such a disposition, he is unlikely to achieve anything."
With a hint of sarcasm in his heart, Xiao Tian glanced at Xiao Kuo on the field with a slightly suspicious look, frowned slightly, but ultimately shook his head, stopped thinking about it, leaned back in his chair, and rested on his own.
"Two hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone, is there anyone willing to offer a higher price?"
On the auction stage, Xiao Kuo's voice rang out again, but it lacked the previous composure and amiability, instead carrying a hint of impatience.
By this point, no one on the stage would bid anymore. The only ones with any hope were the guys in the private rooms, but with Zhao Jin ahead of them, no one would likely compete with him.
Inside the private room, Zhao Jin was beaming with pride. He had made thorough preparations before coming to the auction, and he was determined to win the Thousand Seal Ruler today. Absolutely no one could stop him in the slightest!
As Xiao Kuo finished speaking, the huge auction hall fell silent once again, repeating the scene from before.
Many people in the audience exchanged glances, secretly sneering and waiting for a good show to begin, while Xiao Kuo on the stage frowned, his irritation growing stronger.
Sure enough, just as Xiao Kuo was about to bring down the gavel, a young man's faint laughter suddenly rang out in the auction hall.
"I'll offer three hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone!"
A scene exactly like the one before suddenly appeared. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and their expressions were slightly taken aback. Then, they all had strange expressions. The owner of the voice was none other than the person in the private room where Xiao Yan and the others were!
Inside the private room, Ouyang Miao stood with a smile, his gaze fixed on Xiao Kuo, whose face was grim on the auction stage, showing no fear whatsoever.
Although the person before him was an elder of the Xiao Clan and held power in a region, others feared him, but Ouyang Miao was not afraid. As the heir of the prestigious Ouyang Clan and the young clan leader, even if Xiao Kuo harbored anger, what could he do to him?
Seeing this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but sneer at Zhao Jin's methods. The resentment he had felt earlier vanished in an instant. When dealing with people like Zhao Jin, it was the best way to fight fire with fire. Getting angry because of the other party's deliberate provocation would only play into their hands.
The expressions on the faces of the crowd below were priceless. Xiao Kuo on the auction stage, however, was no longer calm. He gritted his teeth and repeated Ouyang Miao's words. While everyone waited for the next round of bidding, he turned his cold gaze directly to where Zhao Jin was. The impatience in his eyes was not concealed at all. Zhao Jin had no doubt that if he hesitated even a little, this old man would really disregard everything and auction off the Dou Technique in his hand.
As he silently cursed his miscalculation, Zhao Jin dared not hesitate any longer and quickly shouted:
I'll offer four hundred!
"Five hundred!"
Ouyang Miao smiled and then said calmly.
This time, Zhao Jin frowned and hesitated. The other party's offer had exceeded his expectations. If he continued to raise the price, even if he obtained the Dou Technique, his Zhao Clan would have to pay a considerable price!
A moment of hesitation struck Zhao Jin, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. Zhao Mingjie, oblivious to the situation, urged him to raise the price, which only made him more irritable.
Suddenly, Zhao Jin gritted his teeth and looked at the private room opposite. Thinking of Ouyang Miao and Xiao Yan, who were bidding against him at that moment, a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face.
" Xiao Yan, not only will I obtain this Dou Technique, but I will also use you to recover double the Spirit Stone lost today!"
"Six hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone!"
In the auction hall, an astonishing number resounded once again. At this moment, Xiao Kuo on the auction stage gradually regained his composure. Six hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone. This not only exceeded the Zhao Clan's budget, but even the auction hall had not expected such a result.
"Seven hundred!"
Inside the private room, Ouyang Miao finally frowned. Seven hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone was the maximum amount he could ask for in his clan. If he still couldn't get it, he feared that the Thousand Seal Ruler would eventually fall into the hands of the Zhao Clan.
"Eight hundred!"
Zhao Jin gritted his teeth, half of his face twitching uncontrollably. Eight hundred High-Grade Spirit Stone —even with the entire Zhao Clan's resources, to come up with that, he would probably have to sell most of his family's assets. If it weren't for certain reasons, he would never have gone this crazy.
And this time, as expected, after the bid of eight hundred Spirit Stone was placed, the opposite private room fell silent.
Ouyang Miao frowned. He hadn't expected Zhao Jin to go to such lengths for a single Dou Technique. But such behavior suggested that he wasn't just after the Dou Technique; he was clearly targeting them.
Even at this moment, Xiao Yan's expression was extremely solemn. He was both shocked by the final outcome of Thousand Seal Ruler and moved by Ouyang Miao's deep affection. After all, even if he was the heir of the Ouyang Clan, he would have to think carefully before taking out such a large amount of High-Grade Spirit Stone. But how could such a result not make people feel gratified?
"Mr. Xiao Yan, please make your offer. My An Clan can provide 250 High-Grade Spirit Stone. Today, we will do our utmost for you!"
An Nan took a deep breath, rallied his spirits, and rose from his seat. His resolute gaze was fixed on Xiao Yan. Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Ouyang Miao beside him. After a moment's hesitation, he turned around, bowed deeply to the two of them, and said solemnly:
Xiao Yan expresses his sincere gratitude to both of you!
On the auction stage, Xiao Kuo's anger had completely subsided. He glanced around at the private room where Xiao Yan and Zhao Jin were, shook his head slightly, and then raised the gavel in his hand, ready to strike.
Nine hundred and fifty High-Grade Spirit Stone!
However, to everyone's surprise, even now, the auction stage is still filled with endless surprises.
"Bang!"
At this moment, everyone present was stunned. Even Zhao Jin, who had just sat back down, couldn't help but jump up suddenly. The chair beneath him was shattered by the violently churning Origin Qi within him, and his emotions suddenly became somewhat out of control.
"Damn it! That damned little beast! He's dared to oppose the Zhao Clan time and time again! He's utterly despicable!"
Zhao Jin angrily waved his sleeve, blasting the row of chairs in front of him into dust. Then, his face filled with murderous intent, he glared at the opposite private room, finally losing his temper and roaring:
"I'll offer a thousand!"