"Ten thousand!"
"Twelve thousand"
"Fifteen thousand"
"Twenty thousand!"
Soon, the luck points began to rise steadily.
Although the luck points were still rising, they did not achieve the effect Yang An had expected.
Ultimately, there were simply too few outstanding young talents and even the true power holders among those who came to participate in the auction.
People with true luck between 10,000 and 100 million points are extremely rare.
Chen Duobao does have nearly ten million points of luck, but Yang An knows that Tianbao Chamber of Commerce probably won't participate in this auction.
Only Song Ming of Shenhuang Academy and some other patriarchs of ancient forces can reach the million-level fortune.
......
"Three hundred thousand!"
The numbers on the screen continued to jump.
"The world is truly full of hidden talents and hidden dangers."
"I always thought my qi calculation skills were pretty good, but I never imagined they were so terrible."
"With 300,000 units of fortune, this person likely has a chance to reach the Saint Realm in the future."
One person said regretfully, but his tone revealed an unspeakable envy.
This was the closest he had ever come to the legendary Emperor-level inheritance, but he could only watch others bid against him, powerless to do anything about it.
Ultimately, the bidding for Luck Points stalled at 900,000.
"Hahaha, with this Emperor-level cultivation technique, what does the loss of luck matter?"
"Once you refine it, with the cultivation of a saint or even a great emperor, why would you fear a lack of fortune?"
The head of the Li family laughed wildly.
Indeed, that is the case.
The world's fortunes are not static.
Even with just a few dozen points of initial luck, if one unintentionally acquires countless divine items and continuously enhances their cultivation, their luck will constantly change.
Even defeating the most outstanding talents of their time and seizing opportunities will more or less bring them a share of good fortune.
The rest involves participating in ancient ruins or destroying a race, which will increase one's luck.
Whether it's Dugu Jian, Zhou Xuanji, or Xiao Huo, their fortune is far from reaching its peak. As they continue to grow, their fortune will continue to increase.
One million
Dugu Jian silently entered his luck points.
"Holy Son, you mustn't!"
"I urge the Holy Son to reconsider!"
The other two elders standing nearby looked distraught as soon as Dugu Jian entered the price, and hurriedly said...
Although this technique is incredibly powerful.
However, in their view, their own holy son was even more extraordinary.
Every bit of luck point lost is a loss for the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.
"Elders, it's alright."
"This Imperial Scripture is also of great benefit to our Heavenly Sword Holy Land."
I will try my best to achieve it.
"Presumably, if the Holy Lord were here, he would allow me to do so."
Dugu Jian said calmly.
"Holy Son..."
At this moment, the two elders of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land looked at Dugu Jian's slightly immature but extremely determined face, and their eyes were filled with endless emotion and relief.
"Upon returning to the Holy Land, I will certainly put in a good word for the Holy Son before the Holy Lord and all the Ancestors."
"With such a holy son, how could my Heavenly Sword Holy Land not prosper!"
......
"Huh?"
Has Dugu Jian spoken yet?
Yang An looked at the figure of Dugu Jian that appeared in the Shrouding Heaven Realm with some relief.
There is a huge, insurmountable chasm between 99,999,999 luck points and 100 million luck points.
Dugu Jian's decision to speak this time was tantamount to bidding his own future.
Moreover, for Dugu Jian, who already possessed the Heavenly Sword Intent and the Heaven-Slaying Sword Manual, obtaining the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Scripture was merely icing on the cake; in reality, it was of little use.
The more imperial inheritance one receives, the better; the better, the more suitable it is for oneself.
Exploring one path to its fullest potential is more useful than exploring ten thousand paths.
However, Yang An's ultimate goal was not Dugu Jian's luck points.
"What level will the Heaven-Abandoned Body achieve when combined with the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression Scripture?"
......
"One million one hundred thousand"
After Dugu Jian made his bid, Xiao Huo hesitated for a long time before deciding to participate in the competition.
This was the first time he had ever encountered an Emperor-level cultivation technique.
"One million two hundred thousand"
"One million three hundred thousand"
"One million four hundred thousand"
"......"
"What kind of force is this, that it possesses such a person with such good fortune?"
"One of them should be the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land."
"But who is this mysterious person who is on par with the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land?"
"They actually possess such incredible luck!"
The bidding war between Dugu Jian and Xiao Huo quickly attracted everyone's attention.
It's not hard to guess Dugu Jian's identity.
It would be strange if the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land didn't have high luck.
However, the other person, no matter how hard the various forces racked their brains, could not have imagined that someone who could rival the Heavenly Sword Saint was actually a rogue cultivator, and just an ant at the Spirit Origin Realm!
"Ten million!"
Just as Dugu Jian and Xiao Huo reached nine million luck points in their bidding, a number suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Both Dugu Jian and Xiao Huo remained silent when faced with ten million luck points.
"Your Holiness, please reconsider!"
At this moment, the two elders of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land stared at Dugu Jian with tense expressions, their voices trembling.
They would never agree to give up ten million luck points, no matter what!
Dugu Jian understood this as well, and ultimately did not choose to continue bidding.
"The sword can only do this much."
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