Until a piece of "thousand-year-old lightning-struck peach wood heart" was presented.
This thing is about the size of a palm, completely charred black but with faint purple currents flowing through it. It is the core material for making top-grade lightning attribute talisman brushes, and its rarity is ridiculously high.
The starting bid immediately soared to two thousand high-grade spirit stones.
Many cultivators in the room instantly turned red in the eyes, and bidding voices rose and fell, quickly pushing the price up to three thousand five.
Shen Zhaozhao gritted her teeth and suddenly activated her divine sense.
"Elegant Pavilion No. 7, Class A, bids 7000 high-grade spirit stones!"
As soon as she shouted out the price, her heart started pounding and her palms were sweating profusely.
She was scared, she was terrified!
With such a blatantly ridiculous price that's designed to fool idiots, what if the super-rich person at the top gets tired of it, bored, and doesn't want to be a sucker anymore? They could just dump this exorbitantly priced black pot on her head!
The entire room fell silent instantly. All eyes, including Pei Lang's slight sadness, were temporarily taken away by this earth-shattering offer and focused on the top pavilion through the water mirror.
In this suffocating silence, the lotus lantern above remained unwavering, burning steadily like an old dog.
"Top Pavilion, bid 7500 high-grade spirit stones!"
Shen Zhaozhao breathed a long sigh of relief. Good, good, another close call.
She was about to turn around and give Pei Lang a high five to celebrate the success of the "bloodletting" plan when she saw the big dog holding a peeled, pitted orange, munching on it listlessly, exuding a melancholy aura of "the orange is so sour, life is so hard".
Shen Zhaozhao: "?"
Aren't those oranges quite sweet?
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