bestfiction Chapter 463
Chapter 463
A resounding clang of chime bells brought the spectacular performance to a close, leaving some breathless with excitement and others wanting more. Though Zhong Ming's eyes were closed, his hands kept rising, reaching towards the void. He seemed to have grasped something, yet also seemed to have grasped nothing at all.
In the end, he gave up. His head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer. When he opened his eyes, the beautiful woman on the stage had left, and the chime bells had disappeared. In her place appeared a host dressed in gorgeous clothes.
After a brief greeting, the first item for auction was brought to the stage.
As a key piece for the opening, its value may not be particularly high, but it will certainly be stunning.
A giant eight-winged angel war puppet, eight zhang tall, almost touching the ceiling, with wings made from the wings of a demon crane at the Golden Core stage, each wing inlaid with magnificent gems, and some metal ornaments hanging in the angel's hands as carriers of spirit patterns.
Buying it is equivalent to gaining a Golden Core cultivator out of thin air.
"Tsk tsk tsk." The man in the room on the third floor examined the war puppet with great interest.
"Daddy, this statue is so beautiful! Let's buy it and put it at the entrance."
"Ha, Yoona, let me test you. If you can answer correctly, I'll buy it for you." The man looked at the girl affectionately and said softly, "If you can estimate how many Golden Core cultivators this angel is worth, I'll buy it for you."
"Value... several Golden Core cultivators?" The little girl was a bit confused. Didn't the host say that it was a battle puppet with the combat power of a Golden Core cultivator?
Is there really anyone who does business at a loss?
"Worth one?"
"Haha, you're wrong. Let me give you a hint. There are so many steps involved in making a war puppet, so there must be some material loss. Guess further."
"Then two, no more than that."
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, stroking his beard as he said, "Then your father won't buy you this pretty but useless thing."
Upon hearing this, the girl immediately began to whine, "Daddy, you're so mean! You know I don't understand the principles of alchemy, yet you still insist on testing me. No, no, let's try something I do." She clung to the man's arm and shook it repeatedly.
The man did not budge. He had brought her there to broaden her horizons, so he naturally had to explain further.
"Yoona, you can't blame your father for this. You were careless and didn't listen carefully to the host's introduction. Think about it again, what is it made of?"
"Wasn't it supposed to be a crane?"
"Yes, how many wings does a crane have?"
Upon hearing this, the girl suddenly realized, "An eight-winged angel, it couldn't have been made from four cranes at the Golden Core stage, could it?"
Just as she held up four fingers, the man shook his head. "Don't forget there's someone standing between the wings."
"So this cost... exceeds that of five Golden Core cultivators? Isn't this a loss?"
The man laughed heartily, “Loss? Of course not, this is what you call a strong foundation! How many years can a Golden Core cultivator live? Look at those wings, although they are almost flawless, they can’t be hidden from your father. These four crane-shaped demon beasts are already old, and they were raised by a powerful force. They are quadruplets! As for the cultivator in the middle, I don’t know which grave he was dug up from. He is older than the cranes. After being made into battle puppets, they have gained near immortality. A major immortal sect will not use these treasures unless it is forced to the brink of annihilation. They may protect the sect for thousands of years by maintaining Golden Core combat power.”
"As for this magnificent war puppet, I guess it's... a stolen item." The man said smugly, glancing at the girl, only to find her face full of disgust. This gorgeous statue was actually made from a dead man and a dead crane, which had a strong impact on the girl's young mind.
"Father, let's go back. I don't like it here."
The man panicked upon hearing this and immediately comforted her, "Yoona, Yoona! Don't worry, there are plenty of other fun and interesting things to see. This one is just a bit bigger, so it's placed first. If you're not interested, we can have some snacks, have some snacks."
"Anyone who wants to buy this is a bad person!"
"Three thousand, top-grade spirit stones!" Zhong Ming roared, breaking the silence as he immediately raised the price.
The stone at his waist was vibrating; it was his turn to act.
"That's 300,000 military merit points," he shouted without even flinching.
He had no concept of such large numbers, and he wasn't afraid that no one would buy the first item in the auction. He believed that even if he didn't trust the goods, he should trust the auction house's judgment.
The girl's gaze immediately locked onto Zhong Ming, and she glared at him angrily.
Down below, on the first floor of the auction house, things were bustling with activity.
Soon someone else chimed in, "Three thousand five hundred!"
Three thousand eight hundred!
Zhong Ming snorted coldly, and the voice changer attached to his mask made him speak in the voice of an old man, "Stop fighting, it's four thousand five hundred high-grade spirit stones." Now, it's already three times the cost price.
"You think you can just say you won't rob me? Five thousand five hundred yuan!"
The other person shouted angrily, implying that he would mess with anyone who tried to take it from him.
but.....
The vibration of the stone at his waist indicated that all the bidders were shills.
Indeed, the person who could buy the first item in the collection was not a "poor wretch" sitting on the first floor; they must have been someone from the second floor at least.
Zhong Ming began to bid cautiously, "Five thousand six hundred high-grade spirit stones, plus... um, two Foundation Establishment stage dragon corpses."
"Haha, old man, even a Foundation Establishment stage dragon corpse is here to bolster your reputation? Six thousand five hundred high-grade spirit stones!"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming immediately shut up, letting the others bid as they pleased.
Anyway, I made money, a lot of money.
The quote is 5,700 yuan, which is a premium of 1,200 yuan. One percent of that is 12 high-grade spirit stones and 120 military merit points. This is much faster than doing a mission.
In fact, the price didn't go up much. After reaching seven thousand yuan, most people felt it wasn't worth it, and it was eventually bought by someone sitting in the first row of the lower level. It's unclear whether he was a shill or not.
Soon, the second item was brought out for auction. According to the rules, the best items are the first and last to be auctioned. During this time, the items are either things with a smaller audience or some strange and unusual things.
For example, the eleventh item in the auction.
Zhong Ming's waist stone trembled. He could also participate in the bidding, although he wasn't particularly keen on it.
"This is a unique cultivation technique created by a cultivator who practices earth magic." The host's lips twitched; she couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what she was about to say.
"This technique is called: Night Fragrance Technique."
The people below were buzzing with discussion. Of course, real buyers wouldn't casually voice their thoughts; those making a fuss were just shills.
"Is Night Fragrance a type of shadow magic?"
"It can't mean body odor, can it? Could it be some kind of magic spell like a sleeping incense?"
The host, barely able to contain himself, blurted out, "Night odor, also known as feces..."