Chapter 94: The Auction Ends
Heaven Dou Auction House!
With Dugu Bo stepping forward and giving his guarantee, the auction officially began.
Jiakisen slammed the wooden gavel down and shouted excitedly:
"By request of this esteemed guest, both gold soul coins and treasures may be used for bidding!"
"The auction for the immortal herb—Qiluo Tulip—now begins!"
Dugu Bo stood to the side, calmly surveying the entire hall.
Jiakisen continued:
"The starting price is one million gold soul coins—or treasures of equal value!"
"Let the bidding begin!"
The gavel struck down heavily.
Yet, contrary to expectations, the hall fell into an eerie silence.
Instead of heated bidding, the crowd exchanged glances, but no one spoke.
The starting price was already high, and more importantly, the immortal herb wasn't useful to everyone.
It was clearly suited for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, meaning they would definitely make a move.
Even if others desired it, few dared to offend such a powerful sect.
However, Dugu Bo wasn't worried at all.
Because today's attendees weren't just from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Spirit Hall was here too.
If the sect wanted to get a bargain from him, that would be nearly impossible.
Those troublemakers from Spirit Hall would definitely stir things up.
After all, he had chosen to auction the herb precisely because he was certain they would show up.
"One million gold soul coins!"
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence—from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's VIP room.
Jiakisen quickly responded:
"One million! Do we have a higher bid?"
Inside the room, Ning Fengzhi clenched his fist slightly, unable to hide his excitement.
With the sect's immense wealth and deep reserves of treasures, he was confident they could secure the herb.
At that moment, a sharp voice came from the Spirit Hall's room:
"One million and ten thousand!"
"Very well—one million and ten thousand! Any higher bids?"
Jiakisen enthusiastically fanned the competition between the two sides.
After all, the higher the price, the greater his commission.
Dugu Bo glanced toward the Spirit Hall's room and smiled knowingly.
He had expected these two to interfere.
With that, he could sit back and watch.
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and asked the Sword Douluo beside him:
"If I remember correctly, that room belongs to Spirit Hall?"
The Sword Douluo nodded. "Yes."
The Bone Douluo's aged face showed a trace of anger.
"They won't let us take this herb easily."
Ning Fengzhi sighed.
"The seller likely anticipated this situation."
"Even knowing this is a setup, I have no choice but to compete."
"But this also proves the herb is likely genuine—otherwise Spirit Hall wouldn't interfere."
His expression turned resolute.
"This time, allow me to be willful. We must obtain this herb—at any cost."
The Sword and Bone Douluo both nodded.
They all knew—the real danger would come after the auction ended.
"Two million gold soul coins!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice was calm, as if he were spending pocket change.
"Two million and ten thousand…"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's mocking voice followed immediately.
"Five million gold soul coins!"
Ning Fengzhi raised the price by three million in one go—his determination was clear.
"Six million!" came the immediate response.
After a brief pause, Ning Fengzhi spoke again:
"Five million gold soul coins—plus a ten-thousand-year spirit bone!"
He deliberately added a spirit bone to pressure Spirit Hall into backing down.
Inside the Spirit Hall's room, Ghost Douluo quickly warned:
"Hey, don't go too far. If they stop bidding, do you even have a spirit bone to pay with?"
"After the auction, we can just ambush them. Don't overplay your hand."
They had already arranged for Salas and Hu Yanzhen to wait outside the city.
Their plan was simple:
They would use their martial fusion technique to restrain the Sword and Bone Douluo, while the others seized the herb.
Crude—but it was their only option.
After all, even their Pope had said that failure was acceptable.
After hesitating, Chrysanthemum Douluo still called out:
"Six million gold soul coins—plus a ten-thousand-year spirit bone!"
He then turned to Ghost Douluo.
"Didn't Her Majesty say it's best if we can obtain it without conflict? If not, we'll deal with it afterward."
Ghost Douluo could only nod.
Gold soul coins were nothing to Spirit Hall—but spirit bones were rare.
"Seven million gold soul coins—plus a ten-thousand-year spirit bone!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out again.
"Eight million…"
"Nine million…"
The bidding escalated rapidly.
Finally—
"Ten million gold soul coins, plus one spirit bone… and two additional treasures of your choice from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's treasury!"
Ning Fengzhi's calm voice echoed through the hall, instantly silencing everyone—including Spirit Hall.
He knew that if he didn't end this decisively, the bidding would drag on endlessly.
For his sect, ten million gold soul coins was significant—but not crippling.
A ten-thousand-year spirit bone was also within their means.
As for the treasury… it was a painful concession.
But if his martial soul could evolve—
It would all be worth it.
If successful, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might become the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Their inherited martial soul would evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
And with enough descendants, someone would surely inherit it.
Their position as the continent's number one support martial soul would become unshakable.
Jiakisen quickly snapped back to his senses, his face flushed with excitement.
"Ten million—once!"
"Ten million—twice!"
"Ten million—three times!"
"Sold!"
The gavel struck down heavily.
Only then did the crowd seem to awaken from a dream.