429: Chapter 429 Is he crazy? This country bumpkin dares to offer two hundred million!

"Two hundred million."

When those two words, light and airy as if untainted by the mortal world, drifted out from the Heaven Character Number One Private Room...

The entire Ten Thousand Treasures Auction House went dead.

Not as an adjective.

It was truly dead.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the air solidifying into substance; countless sounds of cold air being sucked in gathered together, yet eerily, not a single sound was made.

Everyone's breathing, heartbeat, thoughts, and even their Soul, were all snuffed out in an instant by a supreme power called "Money."

The world became a static black-and-white scroll.

And in the center of the scroll, only those two words echoed and circled continuously, finally transforming into two invisible world-splitting giant axes!

One shattered their fragile worldview.

The other minced their pitiful self-esteem into pulp.

On the auction stage, the chief Auctioneer Purple Robe Marquis, who should have been in control of the room, was now like an old rooster being strangled by the neck.

His originally ruddy face had turned completely purplish-black, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

He opened his mouth, making strange "he-he" sounds in his throat, but couldn't say a single word.

He had presided over tens of thousands of auctions, seen countless wealthy young masters spending money like water, and witnessed all sorts of bizarre bidding methods.

But in his entire life, he had never seen anything so outrageous!

Jumping straight from fifty million to two hundred million?!

That's a difference of one hundred and fifty million!

This isn't raising the price! This is fucking flipping the table! This is using money to kill!

This was practically pointing at Jin Buhuan's nose and saying:

"You have no money."

"So shut up."

"Don't interfere with my shopping."

The level of insult was simply appalling!

As the primary target of this attention, Jin Buhuan in the Earth Character Private Room was now completely stunned.

He just stood there blankly, his face still holding that arrogant and smug expression from earlier, looking as ridiculous as a clown who had been paused.

His mind was a blank, his ears ringing; those words "two hundred million" were like demonic music flooding his brain, repeatedly exploding deep within his Divine Soul.

He even forgot where he was and what he had been doing just now.

He only knew he felt as if he had been struck hard by a falling star from the heavens, leaving him dizzy and seeing stars.

It struck his rock-solid Dao Heart so hard that with a "crack," a hairline fracture actually appeared!

*Thud.*

A soft sound.

Jin Buhuan's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the floor. The light in his eyes dimmed at a visible rate, leaving only ashen despair.

He lost.

He lost utterly and completely. He was beaten to a pulp.

The wealth he took pride in and the dignity he relied on for survival were crushed into nothingness before the other party's unreasonable monetary offensive.

"The distinguished guest from the Heaven Character Number One Private Room bids two hundred million!"

"Is there... is there anyone higher?!"

It took a full half-minute for Purple Robe Marquis to finally find his voice. He shouted those words in a near-roar, his voice filled with excitement and uncontrollable trembling.

The entire auction hall remained in deathly silence.

Higher? How could it be higher?! Any higher and one would have to sell their body, blood, and kidneys!

"Two hundred million, once!"

"Two hundred million, twice!"

"Two hundred million, thrice!"

"Sold!"

"Congratulations to the distinguished guest of the Heaven Character Number One Private Room for successfully winning the [flowing fire spirit body marrow heart]!"

"Clang—!"

With the crisp and melodious sound of the gavel falling, this auction, arguably the most outrageous in the history of the Ascension Ancient Road, finally came to an end.

Soon, led by that Middle-aged Attendant in a posture of utmost respect, the Crystal Box sealed by multiple Restrictions was reverently delivered to the Heaven Character Number One Private Room.

Su Chen didn't even bother to glance at it, simply waving his hand casually.

This Heaven-Defying divine item, enough to drive countless Prodigies mad, flew lightly toward Hua Nongying like a worthless little toy.

"It's yours."

Su Chen said indifferently, as if he hadn't just thrown away two hundred million Top-Grade Spirit Stones, but two hundred million Happy Beans.

Hua Nongying was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at the Crystal Box floating before her, feeling the wave of scorching, pure energy emanating from it; she felt as if she were dreaming, a dream absurd to the extreme.

"Hi... His Highness the Divine Son..." Hua Nongying's voice trembled uncontrollably, carrying a hint of sleep-talking murmur.

"This... this is too precious... This humble servant... This humble servant cannot accept it..."

Although she desired it to her very core, she knew even better that she simply didn't deserve such a precious thing. This debt of gratitude was too heavy for her to bear.

[Damn, why is this woman so dragging her feet?]

[If I give it to you, just take it.]

[Where's all this nonsense coming from?]

[If you refuse again, believe it or not, I'll throw it away right now? You're ruining my mood for sleep.]

Su Chen ranted frantically in his mind, yet his face remained as calm and indifferent as ever.

"I said it's yours, so it's yours."

Su Chen glanced at her, his tone flat but carrying an unquestionable authority.

"You are my person now."

"Take it and Breakthrough for me immediately."

After hearing this, Hua Nongying was first slightly stunned, then her watery eyes were instantly filled with hot, crystalline tears.

Looking at Su Chen's well-defined profile, her Dao Heart—originally shattered and living only for the Sect's interests—began to throb violently for no reason, as if a withered tree had met spring.

So he's just not good at expressing himself...

In an instant, Hua Nongying's mind conjured up a ten-thousand-word scenario of "The Overbearing Divine Son Falls for Me."

She could no longer control her emotions, and tears poured down like a broken dam.

"Wuwuwu... His Highness the Divine Son, you are too good to This humble servant..."

While crying, Hua Nongying reached out with trembling hands and hugged the Crystal Box tightly to her chest, as if it weren't a treasure but her entire world regained.

Meanwhile, Qian Duoduo, who had been playing dead nearby, felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard once again, bleeding profusely.