In fact, a starting bid of one million gold soul coins is practically a freebie for an item related to "gods".

However, unlike the frenzy sparked by the previous lot, "Sweet Spring Dew".

After DouDou finished speaking, although the atmosphere in the room remained enthusiastic, there was a hint of hesitation and uncertainty.

"The Voice of the Future... Is this thing reliable?"

"Who knows? It's just God's toy. What if it likes to play tricks on you? Who can you complain to then?"

Two million gold soul coins!

Finally, a voice broke the silence; it came from a wealthy businessman in the front row of the hall.

Three million!

"Three and a half million!"

The calls for price increases were sporadic, with each increase being small, a stark contrast to the previous extravagance of raising prices by millions.

Clearly, most people still regard this "Tide-Listening Conch" as a novel and interesting collectible, and are willing to pay for this "fun," but they would have to think twice before going bankrupt for it.

After all, the future is uncertain, while Gold Soul Coins are real.

Inside the Spirit Hall's private room, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan looked at the lukewarm bidding below, a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Your Holiness, this thing... is quite interesting."

"Should we take it back and study it? Maybe we can glean some insights..."

Bibi Dong sat in the main seat, her gaze calmly sweeping over the conch shells on the auction stage, her expression completely unmoved.

She didn't even look at the item being auctioned; instead, she turned her gaze to the top floor of the auction house, to the VIP box that remained completely silent.

"No need."

She said calmly, "How much value can a mere pet product of a level three deity have?"

"It's just a gimmick that Liuli Tian uses to create an atmosphere."

Yue Guan was taken aback: "Then we..."

"We don't need to do anything."

Bibi Dong's voice was calm.

“Sit and watch. What we need to do now is very simple: follow Ning Liu closely. When he moves, we move too.”

She understood that bidding against someone who could produce a divine object was better than wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Tang San's private room was completely different from the relaxed atmosphere outside.

As he watched the prices slowly increase below, the flame of hope in Tang San's lifeless eyes burned brighter and brighter.

Slower is better! The slower the better!

His biggest opportunity is that no one is competing with him!

Flander saw through the situation. He rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice, saying, "Third Brother, it seems like people aren't that interested in this! The highest bid so far is only fifteen million! Our chance has come!"

Yu Xiaogang nodded in agreement:

"Indeed, its effects are too mystical, unlike the 'divine dew of the spring,' which has an immediate effect. For most people, its symbolic meaning outweighs its practical value."

Tang San stared intently at the constantly scrolling numbers on the stage, like a hungry wolf lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Sixteen million!"

"Seventeen million!"

"Eighteen million!"

After prices climbed to this level, the rate of price increases slowed down significantly.

Many buyers who were initially interested in having fun have already given up.

"Twenty million!" came a bid from a private room.

"Twenty-three million!" came the reply from another private room.

Seeing this, DouDou stirred up everyone's emotions with her words.

"Twenty-three million!"

"Is there anything even higher? Being able to hear the voice of the future—perhaps just a reminder—could save you from annihilation!"

"Perhaps just a word of guidance could lead you to an incredible opportunity! Do you really want to miss such a chance?"

Tang San decided he couldn't wait any longer.

He announced his price using the telepathic device inside the private room.

Thirty million!

hiss--

The entire auction hall, whether in the main hall or the private rooms, fell into an eerie silence because of this abrupt and resolute bid.

There are only two possibilities for this kind of price increase.

Alternatively, they might be determined to win, using a price far exceeding the current market value to completely shatter the psychological defenses of other competitors.

Or... they simply have too much money and don't care.

"Thirty...thirty million gold soul coins!"

DouDou quickly realized, "This VIP has offered 30 million gold soul coins! Is there a higher bid?!"

The private rooms that were bidding earlier have now fallen silent.

"Thirty million once!"

He looked around the room, his voice clear and crisp.

"Thirty million twice!"

The venue remained silent.

"Thirty million three times!"

"clang!"

With a crisp sound of the gavel striking the ground, DouDou's face broke into a bright smile, and she announced loudly:

"Sold! Congratulations to the guest from the VIP room for successfully bidding on this wondrous artifact from the divine realm—the 'Listening Tide Conch'!"

It's done!

The moment he heard the sound of the hammer falling, Tang San's tense body suddenly relaxed.

Flander and Yu Xiaogang also breathed a sigh of relief, and genuine smiles appeared on their faces.

"Great, mistress!"

"Thirty million...it's a bit pricey, but at least we got it!"

Tang San didn't speak; he just stared blankly at his hands.

At that moment, he gained an unprecedented and profound understanding of the concept of "money".

He once believed that strength and wisdom were the foundation of everything.

But today, he has to admit how ridiculous his previous pride was in this game of money.

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