When the price of 70,000 was announced, everyone in the venue looked towards the second floor of the auction hall in surprise.
The confidentiality measures in the box are very strict, and the wall materials are all able to block spiritual consciousness. Unless a powerful person above the Tribulation Crossing Stage comes, it is absolutely impossible for others to discover the true identity of the person inside.
"Anyone who can enter the private room must be a wealthy and powerful cultivator. Why would they buy a storage ring with a capacity of only a thousand cubic meters?"
"You don't understand this, right? They must be interested in the complete set of magic weapons!"
"It's too difficult to collect a complete set of magic weapons. If you have money, you might as well just make a whole set."
A flurry of chatter filled the hall, but most people remained on the sidelines. In their minds, 70,000 was the absolute limit, and it couldn't go any higher. However, just as the auctioneer excitedly called out "70,000 twice," suddenly, Li Xiuchen, who was sitting on the first floor, gritted his teeth and raised his sign: "71,000!"
Everyone was stunned and looked at Li Xiuchen in confusion.
Then, a calm voice came from the box: "Eighty thousand."
Li Xiuchen gritted his teeth and said, "Eighty-one thousand!"
The person in the box was still unhurried: "Ninety thousand."
Upon hearing this, the entire audience was shocked, and the auctioneer on the stage was so excited that his hands began to tremble. He hurriedly said, "Ninety thousand! Ninety thousand! Anyone else want to bid? Anyone else?"
Outside of an auction, a ring of this quality would normally fetch around 35,000, and no more than 40,000. If it weren't for the potential to be part of a magical set, it wouldn't have appeared at the Liuyun Chamber of Commerce auction. But no one could have imagined that the price of this ring would triple!
The reserve price was 30,000, but now it has been bid up to 90,000. This is really too much of a waste of money!
Li Xiuchen had already clenched his hand tightly, unable to utter a single word. The auctioneer gave him a disappointed look and began to count down. But just as he had called out the price twice, Li Xiuchen struggled to cry out, "Ninety-one thousand!"
He seemed to have exhausted all his strength to shout out the price, but after he finished speaking, the man in the box only smiled softly and shouted calmly: "One hundred thousand."
Just two words completely suppressed Li Xiuchen.
One hundred thousand—no one could possibly raise the price any higher. Furthermore, Li Xiuchen also needed to save money for other things. After much hesitation, he finally gave up the bid. Thus, the ring was bought by the person in the box.
For small items like this, the auctioneer can get the physical item immediately.
When the Liuyun Chamber of Commerce delivered the ring to Luo Jianqing's private room, he took out 100,000 yuan in cash from his ring and handed it to the other party. After taking the ring, Luo Jianqing just played with it for a while, then put it back into the ring, not wearing it at all.
Seeing this, a Buddhist disciple beside him clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Amitabha, Fellow Daoist Luo, I am very curious. You seem so determined to obtain this ring that you are willing to pay a high price. But after obtaining it, you put it away casually in the ring and don't use it."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing raised his sleeve and poured a bowl of tea for the Buddhist disciple while saying, "Buddhist disciple, you are right. I must get this storage ring. However, the storage ring I currently have is a gift from my uncle, Venerable Yuqingzi, when I was forming my elixir. It can hold 5,000 cubic meters. Therefore, I don't want to exchange it."
The Buddhist disciple looked at Luo Jianqing with a smile, his eyes clear, and did not ask any more questions.
Not long after, the controversy over the "100,000 yuan for a storage ring" had passed, and new items began to be auctioned at the auction house.
Luo Jianqing only bought one item: a piece of fine, thousand-year-old ice marrow. When Luo Jianqing gave his sixth junior brother the Zhongqi Stone he had obtained, he was very happy and talked about a magic weapon he was currently crafting that still needed a few ingredients, one of which was ice marrow.
Luo Jianqing spent a huge amount of money to buy the Ice Marrow, which immediately attracted a lot of attention to their box.
The Buddhist disciple smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Daoist Brother Luo would be so generous."
Luo Jianqing couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "This is intended for my sixth junior brother. He is a weapon refiner, obsessed with Qi refining. In order to create a better magic weapon, he also delayed his cultivation."
The Buddhist disciple nodded and said, "I know Xiu Hen, the sixth of the Seven Taihua disciples." Luo Jianqing smiled and nodded. The Buddhist disciple then said, "Fellow Daoist Xiu Hen is truly blessed to have a senior brother like Fellow Daoist Luo."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned and murmured subconsciously: "Am I really a blessing to him..."
This nonsensical statement would probably strike any normal person as odd, but to the Buddha's ear, it was simply an ordinary remark. The Buddha gently fingered the crystal-clear Buddhist beads in his hand, a smile on his compassionate, fair face. He said, "Being brothers is a fate shared by three lifetimes. Being close friends is a fate shared by five. All things arise from conditions, and the Tathagata speaks of causes. Fellow Daoist Luo cares so deeply for Fellow Daoist Xiuhen, so why aren't you a blessing to him?"
Luo Jianqing's mind suddenly became clear, and he suddenly understood. He turned and bowed to the Buddhist disciple, saying, "Thank you for your guidance."
The Buddhist disciple smiled faintly.
The two chatted for a while in the private room before they found the beads that the Buddhist disciple had been looking for. These beads were round and translucent, and even through a protective barrier, Luo Jianqing could still sense the profound Buddhist artistic conception within them.
This time, the reserve price of the auction is 100,000, and each bid increase must be at least 10,000.
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, the Buddhist disciple whispered, "Two hundred thousand."
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
