542: Chapter 542 Five Million! The entire audience erupted in uproar; this Lingbao Trading Company was obsessed with money!
The first few auction items were hammered one after another.
The atmosphere had already been heated up to seventy or eighty percent.
The entire hall was filled with a restless aura of money and desire intertwined; the heavy breathing and suppressed discussions of the Cultivators mixed together, making the air thick.
As the last regular auction item was taken, the Auctioneer on the high stage cleared his throat.
His voice suddenly dropped a key, carrying a hint of mysterious solemnity.
This subtle change instantly drew the attention of the entire audience, and the noisy hall became quiet enough to hear a pin drop in an instant.
“Next—”
The Auctioneer's hand slowly rested on the tray covered with a magnificent red silk on the stage.
His movements were very slow, so slow that the displacement of every finger was carefully designed, keeping everyone in suspense.
“One of the grand finales of this session.”
He suddenly yanked the red silk!
“Buzz—!”
A bone-chilling cold that froze the Divine Soul erupted violently with the tray as the center!
That wasn't simple cold air, but a miniature, domineering frost Domain!
Where the Domain spread, light distorted, sound was extinguished, and the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into countless suspended ice crystals, flickering with diamond-like brilliance.
The protective immortal essence of several Heavenly Immortal Realm Cultivators in the front row actually made a cracking sound under the pressure of this cold, and a thick layer of white frost hung directly on their beards and eyebrows.
In the center of the tray, a fist-sized ice-blue crystal floated quietly.
A deep abyss-like blue halo flowed on the surface of the crystal, and inside, a complex immortal rune array, resembling a sleeping frost Dragon, was slowly rotating.
Every rotation seemed to make an ancient Dragon's roar echo deep within everyone's Soul!
Immortal Qi, so dense it was almost substantial, seeped out from the crystal, turning into visible ice-blue rings upon contact with the surrounding air.
The Auctioneer's voice became high-pitched and provocative at this moment, as if carrying magic:
“Ice Attribute · First-Grade immortal body marrow core!”
“By consuming this treasure, one can complete immortal body modification within thirty-six hours and obtain an Acquired First-Grade Frost Immortal Body!”
“Cultivators with an Frost Immortal Body will have their speed of Cultivating ice-attribute Cultivation Techniques increased several times! In actual combat, the power of ice-type immortal arts will double! Furthermore, they can automatically resist all fire-attribute attacks from a Realm lower than their own!”
“Such a rare treasure, there is only one for this auction!”
He pushed his hand forward, and the ice-blue crystal slowly rose and rotated under the support of immortal essence, allowing every corner of the venue to clearly see the powerful strength it contained.
“Starting price—”
The Auctioneer took a deep breath, his entire chest puffing out, and shouted that number with all his might:
“Five million—high-grade immortal stones!”
“Each bid increase must not be less than one hundred thousand!”
The entire venue fell into a dead silence for a moment.
Everyone's breathing stopped.
The next second, the accumulated shock and anger turned into a monstrous wave of sound, exploding violently, almost lifting the roof off the auction center!
“Five million?! Did my ears fail me?!”
“Crazy! Did the Lingbao Trading Firm find a mountain bandit to set the price? At the auction in Nanyan Immortal Continent last month, the starting price for an immortal body marrow core of the same grade was only 1.8 million! It's only been a month, how dare he triple it?!”
A hot-tempered Loose Cultivator slammed the table, causing the spiritual wine to splash out. He pointed at the Auctioneer on the stage and cursed: “Robbery! How is this different from blatant robbery?! I've saved for three hundred years to get two million Immortal Stones, and your starting price just kicked my ancestors of eighteen generations out!”
Curses rose one after another, and the entire hall was in complete chaos.
The faces of the Loose Cultivators were filled with anger and resentment at being fooled.
Representatives of some small Gangs also had grim faces, shaking their heads repeatedly at their companions.
Inside Box Number One.
Su Chen was still reclining in the lounge chair, listening to the reactions of the entire audience with his eyes closed.
The corners of his mouth curled into a slightly mocking arc.
His inner monologue was rolling past unhurriedly.
[Five million.]
[As expected, this price has rocketed.]
[That Shopkeeper Shen told me something about “reasonable market adjustment” yesterday. Reasonable my ass! I think he was pissed off by my one-thousand-Immortal Stone “tip” yesterday and is trying to make up for it today.]
[Selling a lump of ice for five million, he really treats me like yesterday's kind of stupidly rich sucker!]
He slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze calmly swept across the chaotic hall below.
He had already clearly remembered the positions of the three “shills.”
Su Chen turned his gaze toward Private Room Number Seven diagonally opposite.
The curtains were drawn tight, pitch black.
But he could feel that behind that window, there were at least two venomous gazes fixed firmly on him.
A pleasant curve bent at the corner of Su Chen's mouth.
His fingers lightly tapped twice on the armrest of the Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade lounge chair.
Then, under Qian Duoduo's gaze, which was distorted with terror, he sat up straight.
Just one movement.
The lazy posture that seemed like he could fall asleep at any moment vanished instantly.
His back straightened in an instant, all laziness gone, replaced by a sharp, extreme focus.
Seeing this, Qian Duoduo's fat trembled violently, and he looked as if his Soul had been sucked out, his face pale.
The boss sat up!
He sat up!
It's over!
Something big is going to happen!
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