79: Chapter 79 Auction

The medicinal pill melted the moment it touched his tongue, sliding down the young man's throat into his stomach, instantly transforming into a warm, gentle current that swept through his entire body.

Leaning back in his wheelchair, the young man couldn't stop trembling from the sheer comfort as he was enveloped by this warm current.

But it didn't end there. Beneath the previously empty trouser legs, two legs began to wiggle and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye!

First, the pearly-white bones slowly took shape, followed by intertwined meridians and bright red flesh. Finally, a layer of delicate skin covered it all. In just over ten seconds, a pair of complete, sturdy legs appeared before everyone's eyes!

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

The audience below erupted into chaos. Everyone stood up instantly, their eyes locked firmly on the auction stage, with exclamations and cries of awe rising one after another.

Many people rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing. Even the knowledgeable disciples of the ancient martial arts families were stunned, their faces filled with shock.

The young man stared blankly at his regrown legs. His fingers trembled as he touched the warm skin, feeling the long-lost sensation, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, braced himself on the armrests of the wheelchair, and carefully stood up, attempting to take a step.

He stumbled slightly—a normal reaction after not walking for so many years—but he quickly steadied himself.

Under the breathless gaze of the entire crowd, he took another step, then a second, a third... His pace became increasingly smooth, and finally, he even started jogging on the stage, jumping twice with force. His movements were agile and natural, no different from any normal person!

"I can walk! I can really walk!" The young man burst into tears, his voice filled with the ecstasy and excitement of being reborn.

Seeing this, the audience erupted into thunderous applause, and everyone's gaze toward the remaining limb regeneration pill became incredibly fervent.

In a corner at the back of the crowd, Chen Hao was still wearing a white T-shirt. His eyes were locked on the auction stage, his pupils dilated with extreme ecstasy, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

"It's real! It really can regenerate severed limbs! My arm can be saved!"

He couldn't stop his body from trembling. All the humiliation, despair, and unwillingness he had felt before transformed at this moment into an overwhelming obsession. He swore that no matter the cost, he had to secure this limb regeneration pill!

Inside VIP Box No. 6 on the second floor, Lord Asura Ye Tianhan and Rakshasa stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, taking in everything happening below.

"I didn't expect that in this Age of Dharma Decline, there would still be such a heaven-defying pill." A flash of shock crossed Rakshasa's eyes, her tone filled with disbelief.

Lord Asura Ye Tianhan curled his lips into a cold, sinister grin, his gaze precisely locking onto Chen Hao in the corner, his tone ruthless:

"I knew this brat would come. Now that he's lost his left arm, his combat power has plummeted, and this pill is his lifeline. When he starts bidding later, we'll just keep driving the price up. We must not let him buy this divine pill."

"Rest assured, Lord Asura." Rakshasa smiled slightly, shaking the phone in her hand. "I've specifically prepared 3 billion in liquid funds, enough to 'crush' this brat and ensure he doesn't even get a chance to touch the pill."

Hearing this, Lord Asura Ye Tianhan's lips curled even higher; he could practically already see Chen Hao's grim, dark expression when he ran out of money.

At this moment, the auctioneer on stage raised her hand to gesture for silence.

Then, she picked up the remaining mutton-fat jade bottle and announced in a resounding voice: "I believe everyone has witnessed the miraculous effects of the limb regeneration pill with your own eyes! Now, the bidding for this limb regeneration pill officially begins! The starting price is 500 million Huayuan, and each bid increment must be no less than 50 million!"

The astronomical starting price of 500 million caused the venue to fall silent for only two seconds. The very next instant, bidding calls erupted one after another:

"600 million!" "650 million!" "700 million!" "800 million!" ... "1 billion!"

Chen Hao's voice suddenly rang out, filled with unquestionable determination.

Once the price of 1 billion was called out, the venue quieted down slightly. Everyone looked toward the source of the voice, and upon seeing the plainly dressed, thin, one-armed youth in the corner, they all showed surprise and whispered among themselves:

"Who is this kid? How can he afford 1 billion at such a young age?" "He looks very unfamiliar; I wonder which hidden family he's a disciple of."

"1.2 billion!" A cold, clear female voice came from VIP Box No. 6 on the second floor. It was Rakshasa.

"Hiss—" The entire crowd gasped. The price of 1.2 billion immediately discouraged more than half of the bidders.

Even if ordinary wealthy people were rich, they wouldn't spend so much money on a single pill. Only ancient martial artists with a genuine need would spare no expense.

Chen Hao's expression darkened. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately raised the bid: "1.3 billion!"

"1.5 billion!" Rakshasa's voice remained calm, as if she were merely stating an insignificant number.

Hearing the bid of 1.5 billion, Chen Hao's face darkened, looking as though it could drip water.

He hadn't expected someone to go toe-to-toe with him to the very end, and with such lavish spending.

He gritted his teeth, and three words were squeezed out from between them: "1.7 billion!"

He had assumed that an astronomical price of 1.7 billion would be enough to make the other party back down.

But as soon as his voice fell, Rakshasa's voice rang out again, her tone still casual: "1.9 billion."

"1.9 billion!" The entire venue was in an uproar. Everyone was stunned by this price.

This was far beyond the normal value of a medicinal pill. Even if it could regenerate severed limbs, very few people would be willing to spend nearly 2 billion to buy it.

Chen Hao's fists clenched until they creaked. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his face flushed red with anger and frustration.

He only had the 2 billion that Mayor Wu had given him after he destroyed the Zhao family; this was his entire fortune. He took a deep breath and shouted: "2 billion!"

This was his final bottom line, and he hoped the other party would back down.

However, reality dealt him a harsh blow! "2.1 billion."

Rakshasa's bid followed seamlessly, without the slightest pause, and her tone even carried a hint of mockery.

2.1 billion! Chen Hao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered back, stumbling into the seat behind him.

The light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit, his expression grew increasingly dark, and all that remained in his eyes was overwhelming hatred.

On the auction stage, the auctioneer swept her gaze across the venue and raised her voice suddenly: "2.1 billion! Is there any higher bid? 2.1 billion going once... 2.1 billion going twice... 2.1 billion going three times!"

"Thud!" The gavel fell heavily, the sound crisp and cold.

"Sold! Congratulations to the VIP in Box No. 6 for securing the limb regeneration pill for 2.1 billion Huayuan!"

Applause erupted like a tide, crashing through the entire venue. But Chen Hao couldn't hear anything.

He stared fixedly at the direction of VIP Box No. 6 on the second floor. His pupils seemed to be steeped in poison, with resentment and madness intertwined; he longed to rush up and tear the people inside to shreds.

"This is what you forced me to do..." The voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, low and hoarse, his teeth grinding together with a creaking sound. If he couldn't win it at auction, then he would just take it by force.