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Since there was already an Evil Mist Grass in hand, Fang Chen naturally lost interest in the one on the high platform. Moreover, he greatly admired Bai Dongchi's extravagant behavior of spending five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones on a single Evil Mist Grass.
"This item is yours. To spend five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones at once, Young Master Bai truly has an extraordinary flair. The Bai Family is indeed remarkably affluent," Fang Chen said loudly, the coldness on his face having completely vanished as if it had never existed. He wore a faint smile, his gaze fixed directly on the pavilion where Bai Dongchi was located.
"Bai Family? Which Bai Family?"
"Tsk tsk, spending five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones on such a useless item, heh, interesting."
...
As Fang Chen's words fell, some people in the Auction House began to mock.
Although the Bai Family, where Bai Dongchi belonged, was not weak and had several Alchemy Realm experts, they faced many powerful factions at Haoyuan Auction House. Some of these factions were not ones that the Bai Family could afford to offend, like the Charming Immortal Sect.
Moreover, if it weren't for the local influence held by the Bai Family, they might not even have been able to enter the prestigious pavilion. Those factions that were well aware of the Bai Family's background wore expressions of blatant disdain.
Five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones was no small amount; for the Bai Family, it could be considered a significant sum. However, this considerable amount was easily spent by Young Master Bai Dongchi in a moment of pride.
Incompetent, trash, family disgrace...
The mocking voices echoing in the Auction House made Bai Dongchi's face turn ashen, and the gloom in his eyes deepened.
In truth, he wouldn't have been so impulsive. The reason he raised the price of Evil Mist Grass to five thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones was partly to humiliate Fang Chen and partly because he noticed Fang Chen's keen interest in the Evil Mist Grass.
Since you care so much about it, I'll make you pay for it.
What Bai Dongchi did not expect was that Fang Chen would ultimately stop competing. This undoubtedly left him dumbfounded; it was as if he had dug a pit for himself and ended up being buried in it.
Listening to the mocking voices around him, Bai Dongchi's face turned pale, and he coldly snorted, deciding to use the formation in the pavilion to block out the external sounds.
After all, this was still the Auction House, and the mocking did not last long. When the White-Robed Elder presented the next treasure, everyone's attention was once again drawn to it.
The auction was in full swing, and Fang Chen, who had already obtained the Evil Mist Grass, had no interest in the treasures being auctioned. Moreover, with his current financial resources, he could not compete with others anymore.
Thinking this way, he began to close his eyes and rest, preparing to leave the Grand Mall with the Evil Mist Grass once the auction ended and return to the Fang Family to refine the Heart-Eating Pill for Chan'er.
Of course, he still needed to deal with that annoying fellow before that.
Fang Chen raised his head and glanced in the direction of Bai Dongchi's pavilion, a cold glint flashing in his dark eyes. Earlier, Bai Dongchi's sudden interference had almost caused him to lose the Evil Mist Grass, which had already stirred up a killing intent within him. Moreover, Fang Chen knew very well that even if he did not seek trouble with that guy, he would not let Fang Chen off easily. Since that was the case...
"Then let's kill him." Fang Chen murmured softly.
He had risen to the Heavenly Realm through a path of slaughter, so he naturally did not fear killing; instead, there was a hint of excitement in his heart. It was just that...
"What about this girl?" Fang Chen glanced at Xia Lingyue beside him and couldn't help but frown.
Since Bai Dongchi dared to provoke him again, it was clear he had found someone he deemed strong enough to deal with Fang Chen. It wouldn't be a warrior at the Late Stage of the Qi-Refining Realm; there would definitely be someone at least at the mid-stage of Qi Boundary, perhaps even more than one. Once a fight broke out, he would have no time to care for Xia Lingyue.
As he furrowed his brows in distress, after several more treasures were auctioned off, there was a subtle change in the atmosphere of the auction. Many people's gazes were fixed on the White-Robed Elder on stage, their breaths slightly heavier than before. Fang Chen keenly noticed that major forces in the pavilions were also shifting their attention downwards.
This was all because the finale treasure of this auction was about to be revealed!
What is a finale? It refers to the most precious item in this auction that can truly be called a finale. In past auctions at Haoyuan Token's venue, finale treasures were typically powerful spiritual weapons or precious high-grade pills or rare materials. However, this time was different; those who were well-informed already knew what the finale item was and their eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Surely everyone has heard the news. In a month, it will be the day when the Ziyang Sect opens its doors to accept disciples. There is no need for me to elaborate on how brutal the Entry Assessment of the Ziyang Sect is. However, in direct proportion to that, once one passes the Entry Assessment and becomes a disciple of the Ziyang Sect, it is a remarkable Supreme Creation for everyone involved."
"Success means Supreme Creation, while failure leads to being Fallen. To compete for that slim chance of a miraculous Supreme Creation, one can imagine how many geniuses from all directions will rush towards the Ziyang Sect within this month. And after the Entry Assessment of the Ziyang Sect in a month, how many will end up Fallen? With geniuses gathering for extreme slaughter, who can confidently say they will pass the Entry Assessment of the Ziyang Sect? Even surviving after failing would be a significant achievement."
The voice of the White-Robed Elder resonated powerfully, stirring the emotions of many. Although many had already surpassed the limits set by the Entry Assessment and would not participate, they could not ignore that there would undoubtedly be outstanding juniors from their respective factions who would take part. Some of these individuals might even be their closest kin.
Once Fallen, it would be a source of pain and a tremendous loss, yet they had no choice but to take the risk.
"Master Mufang, what does this Entry Assessment of the Ziyang Sect have to do with this grand treasure?" someone asked.
Not everyone was uninformed; some already knew what this grand treasure was.
"Of course it is related," Master Mufang said with a hint of mystery in his smile. He spoke slowly and deliberately: "Because this grand treasure is a Purple Sun Token!"
At the moment he uttered "Token," Master Mufang clenched his palm, and in an instant, a dazzling Purple Radiance flashed as a token that resembled neither stone nor jade appeared in his hand.
The grayish-blue token was extremely simple and ancient in design, about the size of a palm, with only two dark golden characters inscribed on it.
"Ziyang!"
"The Purple Sun Token! This grand treasure is actually a Purple Sun Token!"
"Oh my, with this Purple Sun Token, doesn't that mean having a guaranteed spot in the Ziyang Sect?"
The entire venue was in an uproar, even the usually calm rows of buildings were filled with unusual fluctuations, indicating that some prominent figures could no longer control their emotions.
Inside the massive Auction House, countless eyes burned with intensity, filled with desire. It seemed that if reason hadn't told them that resorting to violence in such a place would lead to their own demise, some might have been unable to resist the urge to snatch it away.
On the auction stage, Master Mufang observed the numerous greedy gazes and maintained his warm smile as he said, "The Purple Sun Token is up for auction, starting at ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd fell silent, followed by a series of gasps. Ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones was an enormous sum; very few people or factions present could afford such an amount.
Although some were surprised that the Purple Sun Token was the highlight of this auction, upon hearing the terrifying starting price of ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, Fang Chen couldn't help but shudder.
This was ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, not some Low-Grade Spirit Stones; it was an astronomical figure. Even some sects with Primordial Embryo Realm powers would find it extremely difficult to gather such resources, especially considering they would have to sacrifice some of their own assets to do so.
Ordinary factions wouldn't even qualify to compete for it.
Indeed, treasures are meant for those who have wealth.
Fang Chen shook his head with a bitter smile. In the mortal realm, money is crucial; without it, survival becomes difficult. For martial artists, it's no different; it's just that in this context, money translates to spirit stones.
"No wonder so many powerful factions came to this auction; it turns out they were here for the Purple Sun Token," Fang Chen thought to himself.
"This little thing is worth so much?" Xia Lingyue was evidently taken aback by the staggering price. The Water Spirit's eyes were fixed on the Purple Sun Token in the hands of the White-Robed Elder, blinking repeatedly.
Not understanding what Ziyang Sect was all about, she couldn't fathom why such an inconspicuous token would command such a terrifying price.
"Just enjoy the show," Fang Chen said with a smile.
Although it was impossible for him to participate, witnessing the competition among various powerful factions was still an impressive spectacle.
Ordinary forces were not qualified to take part in such high-level competition, and those truly capable of competing often preferred not to make their bids known right away. They liked to make decisive moves at critical moments. Therefore, after the White-Robed Elder announced the starting price for the Purple Sun Token, the Auction House fell into a brief silence.
Of course, this situation did not last long.
After a few moments, a hoarse voice emerged from one of the pavilions.
"Since everyone is keeping quiet, I'll be the first to speak up and make a bid. Eleven thousand!"
The speaker was a thin old man dressed in a gray-black robe adorned with skull motifs.
"This is Elder Kuten from the Yinming Sect."
Someone recognized the identity of the thin old man. The Yinming Sect was a powerful force on par with the Charming Immortal Sect.
"Haha, since Elder Kuten has made a good start, I, Qian Yuan, will not hold back." A hearty laugh echoed as a burly middle-aged man with piercing eyes scanned the surroundings before suddenly announcing an astonishing price: "Twenty thousand!"
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