Inside the top-tier private room, Qian Daoliu didn't even lift his eyelids.
"The Eight Treasures Auspicious Soft Armor?" He scoffed inwardly.
Can it withstand less than 30% of an attack from a Soul Saint?
This kind of person isn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.
As for that so-called "master craftsman," he found it laughable.
How dare a mortal presume to call himself a "god"?
If Lou Gao is a divine craftsman, then what is he, who can communicate with the gods and wield divine authority over angels?
Ignorance breeds fearlessness; they're just a bunch of frogs in a well.
His interest in the soft armor was not even as great as his outburst at the blacksmith elder from Gengxin City in the audience.
His naive and unsophisticated demeanor was rather comical.
On the auction stage, DouDou had no idea what this important person was thinking.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the room had already been stirred up by the words "divine craftsman," she stopped elaborating and, with a wave of her slender hand, announced crisply:
"Eight Treasures Auspicious Soft Armor, starting price: 100,000 Gold Soul Coins! Each bid must be at least 10,000 Gold Soul Coins! Auction begins!"
"110,000!"
"150,000!"
"I'll offer two hundred thousand!"
The bidding was reignited, but compared to the previous extravagant spending of tens of millions, this bidding was much more "moderate".
Most of the bidders were families or sects that were not top-tier in terms of strength but had abundant wealth.
For them, the essence of martial spirit origin is too distant; it's a game for the giants.
This soft armor, however, is a true treasure that can provide a life-saving talisman for the most talented younger generation in the family.
A protective artifact that can be passed down through generations is enough to prevent a family's genius from dying prematurely before he grows into a towering tree.
"Three hundred thousand!"
"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"
"I'll offer five hundred thousand!"
A slightly overweight businessman, his belly protruding, shouted excitedly.
For him, the sense of security that money can buy is the most real.
Prices have been climbing steadily, and although it's not as dramatic as before, it still reflects a resolute determination to succeed.
Six hundred thousand!
"Six hundred and one thousand!"
"Six hundred and fifty thousand!"
Price increases began to slow, and each price hike was accompanied by careful consideration.
Just when everyone thought the price was about to be settled, the fat businessman gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I bid 660,000!"
This number carried a strange sense of celebration, easing the tense bidding atmosphere.
After calling out the price, the merchant seemed to have all his strength drained away. He plopped back into his chair, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, but his eyes were fixed on the soft armor on the stage.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
Six hundred and sixty thousand gold soul coins is a rather high price to buy a defensive soul weapon.
Many people shook their heads and chose to give up.
Looking around the room and seeing that no one else intended to raise the price, her smile grew even sweeter.
"Six hundred and sixty thousand per time!"
"Six hundred and sixty thousand twice!"
"Six hundred and sixty thousand, sold!"
"Thump!"
The auction gavel fell crisply.
"Congratulations, distinguished guest! The Eight Treasures Auspicious Soft Armor, personally crafted by the master craftsman Lou Gao, is now yours!"
Upon hearing this, the businessman jumped up from his chair with excitement, his fat face trembling, and he kept muttering:
"It was worth it! Absolutely worth it!"
Many people in the room cast envious glances at him.
Although the price is high, being able to buy a masterpiece by a master craftsman and have it protect one's descendants is a worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it.
The owner is in the quiet room.
Ning Liu sat still, watching everything calmly.
Six hundred and sixty thousand is a good price, and it matches the value of this soft armor.
Just as the auction gavel fell, the voice he had been waiting for rang in his mind right on time.
[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully auctioned one 'Eight Treasures Auspicious Soft Armor'!]
[Triggering a 100x return!]
[Congratulations, host, on obtaining a quasi-divine artifact...]
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