After the auction of two two-patterned Azure Spirit Pills, the emotions of everyone at the auction house seemed to have been stirred up by this extravagant display of wealth. Many burly men shouted loudly, their faces flushed.
The old Dou Wang, seeing this, made no attempt to stop them. Instead, he smiled and narrowed his eyes, seemingly pleased with the scene before him. Indeed, in such a state of excitement, people are prone to making irrational decisions, inflating the value of items that would normally cost a reasonable price, thus increasing the auction house's profits.
There were naturally some sober individuals in the room, but they observed the scene coldly. These uncouth people were at most mercenaries at the Dou Ling level. The Dou Wang and above experts didn't touch these lower-end auction items, closing their eyes to rest and await the arrival of the last few items.
Time passed slowly. Magic core weapons, rare antiques, unknown maps, and precious spiritual herbs became increasingly valuable with each item, and the price to pay for acquiring them rose accordingly. The atmosphere within the auction house gradually reached its peak.
"Dong!"
The familiar bell rang again, startling everyone in the auction house. Inside the private room, the truly important figure slowly opened his eyes. "The real treasures have arrived!"
"Gentlemen, as you all know, flight, aside from flying magical beasts, has always been the exclusive privilege of Dou Wang powerhouses. Therefore, some ancient powerhouses, after much thought, devised a unique method using the wings of flying magical beasts to create a type of Dou Technique."
"That's right, that's the next item up for auction—a flying Dou Technique!"
At this point, the Dou Wang elder's voice suddenly increased, a pair of Dou Qi wings materializing behind him. He slowly ascended, circled once above the ground, and then gently landed.
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you wish to soar through the skies like me? Do you want to experience the feeling of becoming a Dou Wang
ahead of time?" The old man suddenly lifted the jade plate held by the auctioneer, and a jet-black scroll slowly slid down, revealing a pair of eerie bat wings.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the flying Dou Technique Thunder Bat Wings is the perfect choice whether for murder and robbery or for escape. You deserve it!"
"Now, I declare the auction officially open! The starting price is 100,000 gold coins, and each bid must be at least 10,000 gold coins!"
Hearing the old man's undisguised promotion, Xiao Yan was taken aback, but that wasn't his focus. His eyes were fixed on the auction items, burning with desire, and he secretly transmitted a message to his master.
"Little Yan, this item is perfect for you right now. Take it!"
Hearing his disciple's message, Yao Chen responded decisively. At this moment, Xiao Yan was only a nine-star Great Dou Master, still far from becoming a Dou Wang. With the protection of this flying Dou Technique, his safety would be greatly enhanced.
Moreover, even at the Dou Wang realm, this item can be used in conjunction with wings formed from Dou Qi, granting speed far exceeding that of ordinary Dou Wang experts.
Naturally, Xiao Yan wasn't the only one eyeing this rare and highly practical treasure. Inside the Blood Sect's young master's private room, despite repeated attempts by the accompanying elder to dissuade him, Fan Ling was determined to acquire it, his gaze resolute and cold.
Lin Feng, however, found it somewhat strange. In the original story, the starting bid for this flying Dou Technique was one million gold coins, but now it had become one hundred thousand gold coins. Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about these irrelevant matters and continued watching the spectacle.
"One hundred and fifty thousand gold coins!"
"Hmph, it's you again, you old devil Er Gou! You think you can acquire this precious flying Dou Technique with a mere one hundred and fifty thousand gold coins? I bid three hundred thousand gold coins!"
"Four hundred thousand gold coins!"
"Four hundred and fifty thousand gold coins!"
Before the old man Er Gou could even retaliate, he was interrupted by the bidding from others in the arena. In the blink of an eye, the price of this flying combat skill had reached four hundred and fifty thousand gold coins. Of course, the real VIPs in the private room had not yet started bidding, and the Dou Wang elder of the auction house was sitting calmly, watching the people bidding in front of him with a smile.
"Eight hundred thousand gold coins!"
Just as everyone was about to continue bidding, a hoarse voice slowly spoke. The knowledgeable people of the Black Corner Region naturally knew that the voice had been altered. Of course, what really intrigued them was who the owner of this hoarse voice was, after all, eight hundred thousand gold coins was not a small amount.
This voice was naturally Xiao Yan in disguise. At this moment, he had been arranged in a VIP private room because he had consigned several precious pills for bidding, and he was excitedly watching the arena, hoping that no one would compete with him for this flying combat skill.
Seeing his foolish disciple's silly appearance, Yao Chen didn't scold him. Instead, he glanced at Lin Feng's private room out of the corner of his eye and muttered to himself.
"Why is that little fox Lin Feng here too? Does this auction house really have some treasure?"
As if sensing Yao Chen's gaze, Lin Feng suddenly looked up at Xiao Yan's private room and nodded slightly.
"One million gold coins! I am the young master of the Blood Sect. Who dares to compete with me? Are they tired of living?"
"One million two hundred thousand gold coins!"
With Fan Ling's gesture, the entire auction house fell silent. The Blood Sect was not someone to be trifled with. Perhaps it was a case of one thing countering another. Even the lawless Black Horn Region people would show some restraint when facing the more ruthless Blood Sect.
Of course, expecting the people of the Black Horn Region to be afraid was impossible. If there were enough benefits, who cared whether you were the young master of the Blood Sect or not? Not even a Dou Huang dares to be so arrogant. If it weren't for the Blood Sect backing him, he'd be dead by now.
Inside the private room, Fan Ling smashed the wooden table in front of him into pieces with a single palm strike, his eyes blazing with fury. He grabbed a waitress from the side and reached in to roughly knead her ample bosom, completely ignoring her pitiful expression.
"Damn it, if it weren't for the Heavenly Serpent Mansion backing me up, this young sect master would have captured you all one day and ravaged you!"
"I bid 1.5 million gold coins!"
"Hehehe, the young sect master is indeed domineering, 1.6 million gold coins!"
A charming and alluring voice rang out, making many burly men in the auction house perk up. Many of the more discerning men couldn't help but bow slightly, exchanging glances. Some of the burly men immediately reached for their own items, imagining the owner of that voice, and began to thrust violently.
This chapter will be censored. Could it be that I've taken a step from a novice to a seasoned novice?
(End of this chapter)