"Three thousand one hundred."
"Thirty-two hundred."
"Three thousand four hundred Spirit Stones."
...
The bids came in a flurry, rising quickly. Before long, the price broke the four-thousand-Spirit-Stone mark.
It also easily surpassed the limits of Lin Changheng's wealth.
But as the bidding continued, Lin Changheng noticed something strange.
The VIP rooms at the top should have been occupied by the major influences, yet there were very few bidders among them.
Instead, new bids rang out constantly from all over the main hall below. The competition was relentless, and it seemed a true fire had been lit among the bidders.
It was a scene of stark contrast.
If someone were to say that all these people below were Loose Cultivators, Lin Changheng wouldn't believe it for a second.
For one, such a price was far beyond what an ordinary Loose Cultivator could afford. Even a Middle Grade Alchemist like himself found it a stretch and wouldn't dare to covet the item.
