51: A frenzied sniping attack! Qin Feng coughed up blood on the spot!

"One million High-Grade Spirit Stones! The Yaochi Saintess bids one million High-Grade Spirit Stones!"

On the high platform, the Auctioneer's face, flushed with excitement, turned the color of pig liver.

His voice trembled violently, mixed with endless fanaticism!

A great start!

This was the most fantastic great start in the history of the Myriad Dao Auction House!

An auction item that everyone considered trash was actually sold for the sky-high price of a million High-Grade Spirit Stones!

This was simply a miracle!

Just this commission alone was enough for him to squander for hundreds of years!

He used all his strength, roaring hoarsely.

"Is there any higher bid?! One million High-Grade Spirit Stones! Is there anyone bidding higher than the Yaochi Saintess?!"

The entire venue fell into deathly silence.

Everyone's thoughts were still stuck on that earth-shattering bid just now, completely short-circuited.

Follow the bid?

What kind of joke is this?

One million High-Grade Spirit Stones for a piece of scrap metal?

Unless one was tired of living and wanted to taste being hung up and whipped by the Family Old Ancestor with an Emperor Weapon.

Inside the Wang Family's VIP room.

Wang Teng's face was extremely unsightly. He looked at Brother Qin Feng beside him, his voice dry from lack of air.

"Brother Qin Feng, are... are we still following?"

Follow?

Follow with what?

Qin Feng's face was even uglier than Wang Teng's, a sheet of livid green.

His gaze was like two poisoned ice picks, firmly fixed on the room belonging to the Yaochi Holy Land. His gums were almost crushed from clenching his teeth.

A frantic tsunami surged in his heart.

Countless thoughts exploded in his mind, ultimately converging into a torrent of impotent rage.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his surging Qi and blood, shook his head at Wang Teng, and transmitted his voice hoarsely.

"Young Master Wang, there's no need to follow."

"This Ling Qingzhu is merely acting on impulse. She must be angry because of the Su Chen incident earlier, so she deliberately raised the price to make us look bad."

"Buying a piece of scrap metal for a million High-Grade Spirit Stones, she is the number one idiot under the heavens! There is no need for us to argue with a madwoman."

He could only use this method to hypnotize himself and Wang Teng.

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng immediately found an excuse.

Right!

It must be so!

Ling Qingzhu is deliberately targeting me! She wants me to be humiliated in public!

Fine!

You just wait, Ling Qingzhu!

This Young Master will make you wait!

He snorted coldly and sat back down resentfully.

"Clang—!"

As the auction hammer fell heavily, this piece of "Taiyi Scrapped Gold" finally belonged to Yaochi at a sky-high price that no one could understand.

In the first confrontation, Qin Feng was utterly defeated.

He felt aggrieved in his heart, but could barely maintain his composure.

[It's fine, it's just one treasure.]

[I don't believe that Ling Qingzhu can snatch every single item from me!]

[The next one! The next treasure, I will definitely obtain it!]

Soon, the second auction item was brought up.

A broken ancient sword, covered in rust and dense with nicks along the blade, looked even more wretched than the first item.

The Auctioneer introduced it weakly, clearly feeling that this item was not presentable.

Having learned from the previous lesson, no one dared to mock it this time.

But in Qin Feng's eyes, a light as scorching as the sun erupted once more!

"Young Master Wang, that's it! The starting price is one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!" Qin Feng's voice carried an uncontrollable tremor.

"One thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!" Wang Teng immediately made the bid.

Before his voice faded.

That voice, cold as frost and sounding like a death warrant, rang out again from the Yaochi VIP room.

"Ten million."

The voice paused for a moment, as if considering whether the number was sufficient to express her determination, and then added indifferently.

"High-Grade Spirit Stones."

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of Spiritual Tea Wang Teng had just drunk instantly turned into a mist of water, spraying all over Qin Feng's face opposite him.

Qin Feng froze in place, forgetting to wipe the tea from his face, staring blankly in the direction of the Yaochi Holy Land.

Ten million?!

She's crazy!

She must be crazy!

This is no longer acting on impulse! This is utterly deranged!

The entire venue once again fell into an eerie silence because of this terrifying bid.

If the first time was a coincidence.

Then this time, everyone realized something was wrong.

That broken sword definitely concealed an earth-shattering secret!

Countless streams of Divine Thought frantically swept towards the broken sword, yet still found nothing.

The Auctioneer was so excited he was practically foaming at the mouth, feeling that he was about to witness history today.

Qin Feng's face was already as dark as the sky before a storm.

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails piercing his palms. Warm blood flowed down through his fingers, but he felt nothing.

[She is absolutely doing this on purpose!]

[She is targeting me! She knows! She must also know the secret of this broken sword!]

[Why?! How did she know?! The script wasn't supposed to go like this!]

Qin Feng's mentality completely lost balance at this moment.

Once is a coincidence, twice is inevitable!

He finally confirmed one hundred percent that Ling Qingzhu, this woman he once looked down upon, possessed some kind of trump card more terrifying than his own!

An intense fury and jealousy—the feeling of being schemed against, played with, and ruthlessly ground into the dirt—was like billions of poisonous ants gnawing at his Dao Heart, driving him nearly insane!

"Clang—!"

The broken sword was once again won by Ling Qingzhu in a crushing manner.

In the corner, Liu Ruyan picked up a crystal clear grape with her fingertips, slowly put it into her red lips, her seductive eyes filled with pleasure.

"Hehe, how interesting. It seems this Ice Block Face isn't giving the hypocrite any chance to live!"

Immediately following.

The third auction item, the Broken Pottery Jar sealing the "primordial violet qi".

"The starting price is fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

This time, Ling Qingzhu's voice was even faster than the Auctioneer's.

"One hundred million, High-Grade Spirit Stones."

The voice was still cold, devoid of emotion, yet it seemed to be announcing a certain victory.

The moment she stated this price, her gaze subconsciously flickered towards the Star Gazing Platform on the topmost floor.

That look seemed to say: See, I did it for you.

However, this bid, falling into Qin Feng's ears, was ten thousand times more jarring than any malicious mockery in the world!

One hundred million!

She bid one hundred million!

"Pfft!"

Qin Feng could no longer suppress it. A mouthful of heart blood violently spurted out, his vision instantly went dark, and he fell backward.

It's over.

Everything is over.

His meticulously prepared plan to snatch overlooked treasures, his grand dream of soaring high and Heaven-Defyingly changing his fate, was utterly shattered by that woman in the simplest and most brutal way at this moment!

He went from being a hunter controlling the script to a comical clown being spun around in circles!

On the Star Gazing Platform.

Ye Linghan lazily rested her chin on her hand, taking in everything below.

She looked in the direction of the Yaochi VIP room, the curve of her lips growing more wicked.

[Hehehe... Little Liar, your Fiancée really is a capable little helper.]

[I really want to see what expression you'll make if you find out she's currently grinding your enemy into the dirt for your sake.]