PDLP Chapter 461 Playing with Bidding, Add 1 Add 1
Chapter 461 Playing with Bidding, Add 1 Add 1
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the results of the inspection.
If this person doesn't actually possess any spiritual essence and is just making empty pronouncements, then there's going to be quite a show.
Finally, the maid finished checking the contents of the storage bag.
A light sweat broke out on her forehead, and she felt as if she were holding a hot potato. She hurriedly returned the storage bag to its owner, saying, "The spiritual essence is indeed sufficient. I apologize for disturbing you."
There was silence.
All eyes were focused on the three young people, their hearts filled with surprise and bewilderment. How could they so easily produce such a huge amount of spiritual essence?
Some astute individuals realized that this not only meant these three young people possessed immense wealth, but also that they had the means to uncover the secrets of the Myriad Star Alliance and understand the true value of the Destiny Wheel Fruit.
All of this boils down to four words: Don't offend them.
Even among the cultivators sitting in the ordinary seats on the first floor, none of them were fools; they all obediently prepared to remain on the sidelines and watch.
Only Danzhu remained unaffected, smiling as he asked, "This fellow Daoist has offered 250 units. Is there anyone else bidding?"
The person in VIP box number one, enraged by the previous bidding, shouted, "Three hundred cubic meters!"
The monks gasped in astonishment.
Three hundred units of spiritual essence means at least one entire fifth-order spiritual vein!
Such a vast amount of resources is enough to greatly increase the strength of a sect in a short period of time. If one could obtain so much spiritual essence, it would be more than enough for cultivation, or for establishing a sect and building a lineage.
However, just when everyone thought that the Sea King Palace had the victory in its grasp, the man in the golden mask spoke again.
"Three hundred and fifty." He said lazily, adding fifty units of spirit marrow to the price, roughly equivalent to the value of a fourth-order spirit vein. This boldness made everyone present turn their heads.
The people from Neptune's Palace offered again: "Four hundred!"
This price exceeded their expectations, but for the sake of the Life Wheel Fruit, they had to grit their teeth and persevere.
However, the man in the golden mask seemed unconcerned and raised the price again: "Four hundred and fifty."
At the same time, he was secretly pleased. Tang Xin's decision to auction the Life Wheel Fruit instead of selling it privately was truly foolish.
These people in the Netherworld have no idea how precious the Destiny Wheel Fruit is. It seems he can snag a bargain today.
As for the spiritual essence?
Ah, these people in the Minghai Realm probably don't know that there's a secret hidden within the Myriad Star Alliance.
Using rare and precious spiritual veins, supplemented by unique secret techniques, it is specifically designed to repair spiritual veins that are on the verge of death.
Therefore, as long as one can acquire the source of a spiritual vein, even if the spiritual essence is extracted, the entire spiritual vein will not be depleted. It only needs time to allow it to slowly recuperate.
If the spiritual veins cannot be restored and the spiritual essence cannot be continuously regenerated, how can the spiritual essence become a universally recognized exchange item?
Unfortunately, even the Sea King's Palace is probably kept in the dark, relentlessly extracting all the spiritual essence, causing the spiritual veins to gradually wither and eventually become unusable.
When the Sea King Palace could no longer hold on, the Myriad Star Alliance would provide timely assistance, revealing the existence of the spiritual vein's origin.
After Tang, the head of the sect, selected the location for the branch, the Sea King Palace was destined to fall step by step into the trap set by the Myriad Star Alliance.
With the lack of crucial information, the vast disparity in status, and the unilaterally imposed exchange rules, how could the Sea King Palace possibly resist the behemoth, the Myriad Star Alliance, given all these injustices?
Thinking of this, the masked man couldn't help but curl a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and almost burst out laughing.
The atmosphere in the auction house grew increasingly tense, with everyone's attention focused on the three mysterious masked figures.
Who exactly are they, and why do they possess such immense wealth? And to whom will the Destiny Wheel Fruit ultimately belong?
After a long silence, a voice came from VIP room number one again, tinged with a hint of pain and helplessness, announcing: "Five hundred!"
As the largest power in the Netherworld, the Sea King Palace naturally had more spiritual essence to offer. However, in the past few years, the list of treasures that the Myriad Star Alliance had offered for trade had already emptied their inventory.
As the host, Neptune Palace had the right of first refusal, but it also paid a huge price for it.
They spend money like water, just to buy all sorts of rare and exotic treasures from the outside world and strengthen their own power.
Unexpectedly, they found themselves in an awkward situation. The spiritual essence they had prepared, which was meant for the grand finale, now seemed insufficient in the face of the auction of the Life Wheel Fruit.
The elders of the Sea King Palace secretly regretted that if it weren't for the masked man who suddenly appeared and caused trouble, they could have easily won the Life Wheel Fruit for two hundred cubic meters.
At this moment, they even began to suspect that this masked man might be a plant deliberately hired by the Myriad Star Alliance.
However, before they could think further, the man in the golden mask leisurely quoted another price: "Five hundred and fifty cubic meters."
His tone was relaxed and casual, as if this were nothing more than a harmless game.
The elders of the Sea King's Palace exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation flashing in their eyes.
After some communication via telepathy, they finally decided to give up bidding.
But he had already secretly decided that he would find an opportunity to have a "friendly exchange" with this masked man and "borrow" the Life Wheel Fruit.
Danzhu spoke again, asking, "Is there anyone else bidding?"
Her gaze swept across the auction hall, anticipating new bidders.
Upon hearing this, the man in the golden mask leaned back in his chair with peace of mind, convinced that the Destiny Wheel Fruit was already his for the taking.
However, at that moment, a new bid rang out: "Five hundred and fifty-one!"
This sudden bidding war once again drew everyone's attention.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and their gazes finally fell on box number 88.
"Which sect does this belong to?"
"I do not know."
Someone confidently stated, "With such a good number, he certainly isn't an unknown person."
The man in the golden mask didn't seem to care about the price increase and confidently declared, "Six hundred cubic meters!"
He believed that this price would definitely deter these people.
However, the voice from box number 88 spoke up again: "Six hundred and one liter."
The man in the golden mask was a little angry and was about to add another fifty cubic meters, but he received a warning look from his companion and restrained himself slightly: "Six hundred...twenty cubic meters!"
"Six hundred and twenty-one cubic meters."
"Six hundred and thirty square meters!"
"Six hundred and thirty-one cubic meters."
……
"Seven hundred and one cubic meter." A clear voice rang out again from inside VIP room number eighty-eight.
No matter how the man in the golden mask bid, the woman in box number 88 always added only one side at a time, and she did not hesitate when raising the price.
This scene infuriated the man in the golden mask.
His brows furrowed with anger. To settle the matter once and for all and to avoid further entanglement with the woman, he simply shouted, "Eight hundred doses!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Eight hundred units of spiritual marrow is equivalent to a whole sixth-order spiritual vein, or four fifth-order spiritual veins.
Even someone of the Golden Mask's status felt a pang of heartache.
He had thought he could snag a bargain at a low price, but the woman kept pushing the price up to 800 yuan per square meter. He was furious and cursed her under his breath.
However, the woman in box number 88 did not seem to be deterred by the high price and raised the price again: "801 yuan per cubic meter."
The man in the golden mask could no longer contain his anger.
He stood up angrily, pointing directly at the private room on the second floor, and shouted, "I demand an inspection! Can they really produce that much spiritual essence?!"