On the auction stage, DouDou's smile grew even brighter, and her expressive eyes seemed to be filled with emerald starlight.
She gently raised her hand, her voice clear and melodious, like a mountain spring striking jade.
"'Divine Dew of Sweet Springs', starting bid: one million gold soul coins! Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand gold soul coins!"
"The auction now begins!"
The words had barely left his mouth when he spoke, giving the listener no time to catch their breath.
Five million!
A hoarse voice came from behind the ordinary seats, filled with a desperate madness.
However, this is just the beginning.
"Seven million!"
"Eight million!"
"Ten million! I want this!"
A voice rang out, carrying a hint of determination.
"Eleven million!"
In another VIP room, an aged voice stood firm.
The price surge has completely deviated from its normal trajectory.
There were no gradual increases of tens of thousands; each bid was a leap in the millions. This was no longer an auction, but a bloody battle of wealth and heritage.
Everyone understood that the value of this drop of "divine dew" was immeasurable.
Whether used as a life-saving trump card or to cultivate a top-tier plant-type soul master, its future returns will be astronomical.
The atmosphere inside Tang San's private room was as heavy as iron.
Fine beads of sweat had formed on Flander's forehead as he muttered to himself, "They've gone mad, they've all gone mad..."
Yu Xiaogang's glasses reflected the emerald green light. He adjusted his glasses and said in a deep voice:
“Little San, we can’t wait any longer. This thing is of great significance to your Blue Silver Grass.”
Tang San nodded; of course he understood.
Ever since he discovered his domineering ability to cultivate his martial soul by devouring soul beasts, he has never stopped.
However, this absorption is not without its risks; the mixed energy needs time to settle and purify.
With this drop of "divine dew," it would be as if the core of his martial spirit had been infused with the most primal and purest life energy.
It is likely that not only will it eliminate all hidden dangers, but it will also allow his cultivation speed and even the quality of his martial soul to reach a new level!
He clenched his fists, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and there was no longer the slightest hesitation.
"Fifty million!"
Tang San's voice, amplified by the soul-guided amplifier, resounded throughout the entire venue, clear and firm.
Fifty million gold soul coins!
This number was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing most of the noise in the room.
Many Soul Masters who had originally wanted to compete could only sit down dejectedly, their faces filled with resentment.
A brief silence fell over the field.
...
Inside the Spirit Hall's private room.
When Tang San quoted a price of fifty million, the color drained from Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's well-maintained face.
His fingers clenched unconsciously, then he looked at Bibi Dong, his lips moved, but he ultimately couldn't utter a sound.
Bibi Dong seemed to sense his anxiety, and her narrow phoenix eyes shifted from the auction stage to him.
"Elder Yueguan."
She spoke softly, her voice low, yet carrying an undeniable authority.
"His Majesty……"
Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of.
A very faint smile appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth.
There was a rare gentleness in that smile.
“Since I became the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall and took charge of the Spirit Hall, you and Ghost have always been by my side.”
"I remember your contributions and hardships in the past, from besieging Tang Hao to conquering all directions."
Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment and excitement.
For so many years, he had never heard His Holiness the Pope say such a thing.
Bibi Dong ignored his reaction, turned her gaze back to the audience, and spoke in a calm tone, yet with an air of domineering self-righteousness.
"What we elders, the elders of the Spirit Hall, desire, no one has ever been able to take away from us."
"If this drop of divine dew is useful for your 'Miraculous Chrysanthemum,' then take it. Consider it a reward from me for your loyalty over the years."
As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't even press the bidding button on her soul tool. Instead, she simply looked out the window and casually uttered a number.
The next second, a clear and arrogant female voice resounded throughout the auction hall.
"One hundred million."
boom!
The entire auction hall seemed to have been hit by an invisible bomb; everyone's mind went blank.
One...one hundred million?
From 50 million to 100 million?!
What an outrageous and insane amount of wealth this is!
Inside Tang San's private room, time seemed to stand still.
"Bang!"
Flander plopped back into his chair, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened as well. He stared intently at the direction of the VIP room from which the sound had come, his eyes filled with helplessness.
Tang San was completely dumbfounded.
His body stiffened slightly, and he subconsciously calculated all the gold soul coins he had earned from selling those five sets of soul bones.
Twenty million, ten million, eighteen million, twenty-five million, twenty million...
In total, that's 93 million!
not enough!
Even after giving everything they had, they were still short by a full seven million!
A bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. For the first time, he clearly felt how pale his personal efforts were in the face of absolute power and wealth.
"What do we do? What do we do!"
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