Wu Ming's expression changed instantly.
His anger vanished, and feeling somewhat guilty, he glanced at Qiu Haomiao, who was cowering like a turtle. As he pondered his next move, his eyes lit up, and a smile curved his lips.
Here comes the scapegoat.
Qiu Haomiao kept his head down, naturally unaware of Wu Ming's scheme.
In another room, even Zhou Mu, who was usually slow to react, realized that something was wrong.
His expression changed slightly.
Reason told him that he couldn't add any more money at this point.
But he told him emotionally that it didn't matter whether it was four thousand, five thousand, or six thousand, because he couldn't come up with any of them. Besides the fact that the number on the IOU was a bit larger, he also got a handful of spiritual energy at the Quasi-Emperor level for nothing. Wasn't that wonderful?
"Seven thousand..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Fei stopped him. He shook his head, considered his words for a moment, and said, "No need."
"But……"
Zhou Mu thought Han Fei didn't understand his intentions; he was just trying to get a free ticket, so he wouldn't have to spend a single penny and it wouldn't be considered an expense.
Han Fei said softly, "What I mean is..."
At this point, a sly smile suddenly flashed across his usually calm face. "We can rob it!"
"As expected, you're really smart." Zhou Mu gave a thumbs up, expressing his sincere admiration.
It's true that buying is not as good as buying on credit, and buying on credit is not as good as robbing.
Wu Ming's breathing became heavier as he waited for a long time without receiving a reply from the other room. On the high platform, Zhang Peng was overjoyed when he saw the price soar to 60 million.
They will receive 30% of the total price as a reward, based on the final auction price of the items.
In other words, in just a quarter of an hour, they obtained 18 million Origin Stones, which was exciting and thrilling to think about.
After waiting for a while and seeing that there was no more sound from the private room in the center, Zhang Peng suppressed his excitement and slammed the gavel down hard. The crisp sound echoed through the silent place. "Sixty million Origin Stones, sold."
Faced with this price, which is even more exorbitant than an astronomical one, everyone has become numb.
The repeated provocations gave them the illusion that the money was just talk, and that they wouldn't actually put out that much money.
He mentioned ten million in just one sentence.
This is a genuine ten million Origin Stones! This level is enough to artificially create a Divine Realm martial artist.
In just a few words, the original price of 30 million was doubled. Could it be that in those people's eyes, this money really can't be called money?
"Am I hallucinating? Sixty million Origin Stones... I seem to have heard that sixty to eighty million Origin Stones can create a Saint King level expert."
"Sixty million... I would have to save every penny for hundreds of lifetimes to earn that much money..."
For a moment, amidst the many surprises, everyone felt a strong sense of horror.
The unevenness of this world dealt them a heavy blow.
Compared to the frozen corpses outside, their lives were quite good. They held a high status, were respected, and were considered middle class.
Now, facing the ruthless crushing power of the wealthy and powerful standing at the top, they seem to have no power to fight back.
"Why the hell didn't you add it?"
Upon hearing Zhang Peng's decisive statement, Wu Ming's expression turned extremely grim.
He stood up grimly, a smile playing on his lips, and looked down at Qiu Haomiao, who was shrinking back, saying, "You wait here, I'm going to get the money."
After saying that, he turned and walked away.
Qiu Haomiao had no suspicions and obediently knelt down.
He didn't know how much time had passed when there was a knock on the door. He thought it was Wu Ming returning, so he quickly got up with a smile to greet him. But what he saw was Zhang Ming's face, which also had a fawning smile. "I had someone bring the Divine Radiance Sword over. Now, when are you going to give me those 60 million Origin Stones?"
He spoke in a very polite tone.
To Zhang Ming at this moment, Qiu Haomiao was a god of wealth.
Qiu Haomiao glanced at Zhang Ming, still as arrogant as ever, and said, "Wait a moment, my young master has gone to get the money."
Zhang Ming spoke in a somewhat humble tone, his smile growing even wider, "Alright, alright, in that case, the Divine Radiance Sword will stay with you, to avoid the inconvenience of carrying it around."
After saying that, Zhang Ming had the three Saint-level martial artists carry the wooden box inside.
Without waiting for Qiu Haomiao to speak, the group disappeared.
About an hour later, Qiu Haomiao had explained to Zhang Ming for the eighth time. Now the situation had reversed, and Zhang Ming was getting impatient. In contrast, Qiu Haomiao was much softer, bowing and scraping. After all, they were on someone else's turf, and it seemed a bit unreasonable to be so domineering.
"I'll give you one last quarter of an hour."
Zhang Ming said coldly, and then walked out.
To him, no matter how noble the person's status, if they can't come up with the money after the auction, then sorry, don't blame us for not knowing each other anymore.
After dealing with Zhang Ming, Qiu Haomiao breathed a heavy sigh of relief. At this moment, even if he was stupid, he would realize that something was wrong. Could it be that Wu Ming had already betrayed him?
He could hardly believe it.
However, he couldn't help but believe it, since an hour was enough for a martial artist in the Dharma Aspect Realm to even return to the Great Wilderness City.
"Um...should I slip away too...?"
As he spoke, he gently pushed open the door, and a large face suddenly came into view—it was Zhang Ming.
"What are you doing out here?" Zhang Ming asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Qiu Haomiao retorted, "I came out for some fresh air, it's none of your business."
"I don't want to deal with you." As Zhang Ming spoke, he pushed open the door and walked in, sitting down in the spot where Wu Ming had been sitting, adopting an arrogant and condescending attitude.
"If you can't produce these 60 million Origin Stones today, then I'm sorry."
"Brother Zhang, given our relationship, could you grant me a few more days?" When Qiu Haomiao sensed the power of the several saints behind Zhang Ming, his once-tough attitude gradually softened.
Although he barely reached the Saint Realm after receiving help from the Divine Realm, he was still far inferior to ordinary Saint Realm martial artists who actually cultivated.
Therefore, when facing those three saintly warriors, they felt immense pressure.
"I'm sorry, my little auction house doesn't have that rule. If everyone did what you did, how could my auction house continue to operate?" Zhang Ming snorted and said.
Seemingly realizing that Qiu Haomiao certainly couldn't come up with that much money, he thought for a moment and said, "How about this, you give me the Tianyu Dynasty, and I'll return it to you whenever you bring the money."
"No way, this is my lifeline," Qiu Haomiao immediately objected.
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