120: Chapter 120 Demon Saint-level Magic Core

In an auction where every second counted, two hundred billion was truly critical.

His current cash flow was already beginning to tighten.

"One hundred and fifty billion!"

From inside the Heaven-class No. 2 private room came an aged and icy voice.

Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared fixedly at the jade slip on the display stand.

He would exhaust every resource!

Go all out!

"Two hundred billion!!!"

Wang Teng slammed a fist against the one-way glass and roared hoarsely.

"This young master bids two hundred billion!"

"Who dares to bid against me?!"

Two hundred billion!

As soon as this terrifying figure was announced.

The entire auction house instantly fell silent.

The old man in the Heaven-class No. 2 private room was silent for a moment, and ultimately, he did not speak again.

Two hundred billion.

To buy one cultivation technique and one spiritual herb.

The premium had seriously exceeded everyone's psychological expectations.

"Two hundred billion, going once!"

"Two hundred billion, going twice!"

"Two hundred billion, sold!!!"

As the auctioneer's gavel fell.

Wang Teng collapsed onto the sofa as if drained of all strength.

He gasped for air, his breaths coming in heavy gulps.

He had secured it.

Although he had emptied all the funds he brought this time and even overdrawn a portion of his family's credit limit.

He had barely managed to secure it!

Meanwhile.

Inside the Heaven-class No. 1 private room.

Su Yu sat quietly on the sofa.

Listening to the sound of the gavel falling outside.

Deep within his clear, profound eyes, the astronomical figure of two hundred billion was reflected.

After deducting the one percent service fee.

One hundred and ninety-eight billion!

"The wealthy tycoons of the black market..."

Su Yu picked up a glass of clear water from the table and took a light sip.

"They are truly astonishingly cute."

Just these few items could fetch two hundred billion.

If he were to take out that demon saint-level demon core in his possession.

It would probably drain these people dry down to their very underwear!

However.

Su Yu was in no rush to take out the demon saint-level demon core.

Too much is as bad as too little.

The funds of the black market had already been drained quite a bit today.

If he took out the demon saint-level demon core now, it probably wouldn't fetch an earth-shattering price.

He would wait until next time to unleash a big move on them.

Dark Net Auction House, Heaven-class No. 1 private room.

A knock sounded at the door.

A high-level executive wearing a faceless mask, accompanied by several attendants, respectfully pushed several heavy carts into the room.

On the carts, dozens of specially made alloy briefcases were neatly stacked.

"Honored guest."

The executive bowed slightly and handed over the yellowed Records of Celestial Craftsmanship with both hands.

"This is the Heaven-tier forging technique you won; consider it a complimentary extra from us."

"Additionally, the final transaction price for the two items you entrusted to us for auction was two hundred billion dragon coins."

"After deducting the one percent service fee, the remaining one hundred and ninety-eight billion in cash has been packed into these briefcases."

The executive's tone was filled with unconcealable awe.

To be able to casually produce a Heaven-tier mental cultivation technique and a three-hundred-year-old nine nether soul-nourishing lotus.

This mysterious guest's background was absolutely unfathomable.

Su Yu sat on the leather sofa.

He took the Records of Celestial Craftsmanship, flipped through it casually, and then threw it directly into his storage ring.

Afterward.

He stood up and walked over to the alloy briefcases.

With a "click," he casually flipped open one of the cases.

Inside.

It was packed to the brim with dragon coins of the highest denomination, cast from meta-magnetic star crystal film and emitting faint energy fluctuations!

One hundred and ninety-eight billion!

Deep within Su Yu's clear, profound eyes, a trace of extremely subtle heat flickered.

This was one hundred and ninety-eight billion years of cultivation!

As long as it was recharged into the system, his Dark Gold Divine Blood would definitely undergo another qualitative leap!

Su Yu did not hesitate.

With a flick of his wrist.

The spatial array pattern on his storage ring flickered slightly.

The dozens of alloy briefcases filled with cash instantly vanished into thin air, all taken into his possession.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Su Yu turned around and looked at the executive.

"However, I have one more question."

The executive quickly lowered his head.

"Please speak, honored guest. As long as it is within the capabilities of the Dark Web, we will not refuse."

Su Yu had his hands tucked into the pockets of his black trench coat.

His tone was calm.

"Do you here..."

"...accept demon saint-level demon cores? Or auction them on behalf of others?"

Silence.

The air in the private room froze completely in that instant.

The high-level executive, who had been composed and capable just a moment ago, suddenly looked up.

He opened his mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Demon... demon saint-level demon core?!"

The executive felt as if his brain had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, buzzing loudly.

"Hon... honored guest..."

The executive's voice trembled violently, and even his tongue was tying itself in knots.

"Did you... did you just say... what level?"

"Demon saint-level."

Su Yu frowned slightly and repeated it.

"What? Can't the Dark Web handle it?"

"No! No, no, no!"

The executive trembled all over in fright, waving his hands repeatedly, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

"Please calm your anger, honored guest!"

"This... this level of supreme treasure is completely beyond my authority!"

"Please wait a moment! Please, you must wait a moment!"

"I will go invite our highest person-in-charge immediately!"

After saying this.

The executive scrambled out of the private room.

Su Yu watched his retreating back.

He sat back down on the sofa and took a sip of the clear water from the table.

Five minutes later.

The door to the private room was pushed open again.

This time.

It was not the flustered executive who entered.

It was a woman.

A woman so beautiful she was breathtaking, yet exuded an aura of deadly danger.

She wore a fiery red dress.

The slit of the dress was very high, revealing her slender, straight, and fair legs.

A head of wavy hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders.

On that bewitching and enchanting face, she wore no mask, and a tear mole at the corner of her eye added an even more heart-stopping allure.

Ji Wuyue.

The highest person-in-charge of the Dark Net Auction House.

A genuine Martial Emperor peak expert!

She walked into the private room with composed steps, her high heels clicking.

However.

When her gaze fell upon Su Yu, who was sitting on the sofa.

Ji Wuyue's captivating peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Her beautiful brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Martial Spirit?

Her keen perception as a Martial Emperor peak expert instantly saw through the blood energy fluctuations Su Yu was currently exhibiting.

It was absolutely only at the Martial Spirit level!

A storm of shock instantly surged within Ji Wuyue's heart.

A Martial Spirit?

Coming to the Dark Net Auction House and saying he has a demon saint-level demon core?!

Was he crazy?

Or was he looking for death?!

You had to know that a demon saint-level demon core was a supreme treasure containing the purest abyss origin!

It was a top-tier resource capable of making Martial Saint experts turn red with jealousy and go mad, even willing to tear apart face and fight over it!

And he, a mere Martial Spirit.

Dared to take out such a thing in a place like the black market, where people ate others without spitting out the bones?

Did he not understand the principle that the innocent are innocent, but possessing a treasure is the crime?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Ji Wuyue sneered in her heart.

However.

She did not show any negligence.

As the highest person-in-charge of the Dark Web, she knew well that in this world, one must never judge a book by its cover.

First.

This kid dared to come alone to auction Heaven-tier cultivation techniques and the nine nether soul-nourishing lotus, and now dared to cast the bait of a demon saint-level demon core.

Behind him, there was a high probability that some unfathomable, heaven-reaching power stood!

Or perhaps some reclusive old monster!

It was also possible he had hidden his cultivation.

Second.

The rule of the Dark Web was to recognize money, not people.

As long as the item was real, even if the other party were an abyss monster, the Dark Web would treat him as the most honored guest.

Stupid acts like smashing their own reputation or double-crossing were only done by those low-class underground forces.

Finally.

And the most important point.

She was not yet certain if this Martial Spirit before her truly had a demon saint-level demon core!

What if he was just an arrogant fool who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, spouting nonsense?

Ji Wuyue reined in all her thoughts.

On that bewitching face, she blossomed a particularly charming professional smile.

"Honored guest."

Ji Wuyue walked over to sit opposite Su Yu, her voice lazy and full of magnetism.

"I am the person-in-charge of the Dark Web, Ji Wuyue."

"I heard from my subordinate that you have a demon saint-level demon core you wish to sell?"

Su Yu looked at the woman with a powerful aura before him.

He wasted no words.

With a flick of his wrist.