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Chapter 462
This auction is too high-level. Where do so many powerful figures at the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul stages come to attend?
To create a lively scene, as if heroes from all over the world have gathered here, the seats below should be filled, if not completely full, then at least about 70-80% full.
But I can't say I'm selling low-priced tickets, because that would make the big shots think I've lost my class and status.
This is the only option we have left.
He led the group into a quiet room on the next floor and then explained the use of the stone. Each section would have a fixed number of shills bidding. One vibration meant that you could choose to bid in this round. Three vibrations meant that there were competitors, so be careful. If it suddenly got hot, it meant that the three bids so far were all from shills, so be careful. If you didn't leave the room, you would have to buy it.
The four exchanged glances and nodded. Chen Dahai, being quite conspicuous due to his wheelchair, didn't participate in the bidding; he was just there to watch and join in the fun. The manager, on the other hand, was interested in his burning leg and offered a few words of advice, suggesting that if he was interested, he could bid for it here.
The four of them put on black cloaks to conceal their presence, and then donned white masks.
"Let me tell you something in secret: masks are also a symbol of status. If you see someone wearing a mask of another color bidding, you can try to raise the price higher. As for the gold mask, you should consider it carefully. If it's a powerful person, then fine, but it might be a relative of one of our high-ranking officials, so be careful."
The manager said that it wasn't really for their own good, but rather because he was afraid these guys would misbehave and displease the real boss.
Zhong Ming sat in the lowest-ranking seat, in the middle left of the auction stage, while Xuan Jing and Yue Kaishan were seated on the right.
The auction venue was very large, with three floors. The lower floor had simple rows of seats with no useful partitions in the middle, providing only the bare minimum of privacy.
The middle floor consists of private rooms. The rooms are not large, but each has a window. Although they look more upscale, to put it bluntly, they are not much different from a finely decorated prison.
The top floor is naturally the most luxurious. With such a large auction hall, there are probably several hundred people sitting below. The top floor has a total of nine rooms, each with the most luxurious amenities.
Zhong Ming always made the best of a bad situation. He sat down and looked around. Not all the people sitting here were shills and guests; there were definitely random bodyguards among them.
With an hour to go before the start, Zhong Ming thought it would be a boring time, but then a stunningly beautiful woman walked out from the high platform.
"I am Qinghe, a young woman who has studied music since childhood. I am grateful for your kindness and would like to play a piece of music for you before the ceremony begins."
The beautiful woman, dressed in revealing clothing and with a soft, sweet voice, quickly attracted everyone's attention.
Just as everyone was getting ready to listen to a little tune, a dozen or so burly men with bare chests suddenly appeared.
The area below immediately became agitated.
"What the heck? Is the opening act really that exciting?"
Those who were familiar with the place were even happier, proudly introducing it to others, "You're in for a treat today, hurry up and adjust your breathing, you might just gain some insight."
"Hey, senior, do you know what it is? Give me a hint."
"Hints? Hints are expensive, very expensive, extremely expensive."
The dozen or so burly men looked solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy. After getting into position, one of them took out a storage bag, took a deep breath, and flicked his hand.
A huge frame appeared in everyone's hands; it turned out to be a complete set of chime bells.
There are a total of sixty-five chime bells, all of which are considered treasures.
Everyone who saw this gasped in astonishment. Was this the true strength of the Tianlan Auction House? Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be envious of this set.
"Can this little girl really make it work? Even a peak Golden Core cultivator couldn't possibly control sixty-five magic weapons at the same time."
"What do you know? These kinds of treasures are naturally kept in constant condition at auction houses. It's not that much work."
Before the group had finished their casual conversation, the woman gracefully leaped to a set of chime bells, raised the bell hammer, and gently tapped it. She then slid the hammer across the surface of the bell, drawing the trajectory of a rune.
The chime bells suddenly rang out, their exquisite timbre carrying spiritual energy fluctuations that swept across the entire venue, instantly silencing everyone.
Zhong Ming closed his eyes, feeling as if he were in an ancient battlefield, surrounded by banners that blotted out the sky, armor that gleamed, and a solemn atmosphere, with two armies arrayed in formation and arrows ready to be fired.
The next moment, the woman didn't even use the bell hammer. She reached out and caressed another chime bell. The two voices clashed, one after the other, as they stepped onto the battlefield.
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On the third floor, a little girl who was eating snacks and preparing to listen to what tricks the auction house had up its sleeve burst out laughing when she saw this scene.
"What's wrong, Yoona?" The speaker had a handsome face and a long beard, and wore a blue satin brocade robe with cloud patterns. He was playing with a thin-walled yellow teacup with a design of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, and he looked at the girl with a smile in his eyes.
"Father, this sister is so shameless! She actually flirted with the spirits! Look, these two spirits are really fighting over her!" She laughed so hard she almost fell over, not even noticing the pastries she was holding dropping to the ground.
"Oh, our Yoona is amazing, she recognized it right away."
The man took a sip of tea, and the moment his lips touched the tea, a rich aroma burst forth from the water, filling the entire room.
The woman's performance on stage continued, and as the girl said, she was not actually using the chime bells, but was instead trying to please the sixty-five spirits.
Her supple body frequently performed various difficult dances, her toes lightly touching various parts such as "Zheng", "Mei", "Yu", and "Yong", to which the spirits responded with the most enthusiastic response.
She doesn't even need to touch certain chime bells; their spirits will join the performance out of jealousy.
Finally, the performance reached its climax. She began to gently kiss several of the chime bells, and the undulating melodies throughout the venue subtly carried the ripples of the Great Dao. This was not the Great Dao enlightenment of this stunningly beautiful woman, but the enlightenment of the spirit of the instrument.
Just like powerful beings in a duel, using their profound understanding to unleash their most powerful spells to attack each other, the onlookers witness these revelations of the Great Dao and often gain some insights. This is also the great respect that it is of inviting cultivators to observe powerful beings' duels.
Zhong Ming listened with his eyes closed. Amidst the resounding battle tones of the chime bells, he heard the shouts of countless warriors. On the terrifying ancient battlefield, countless powerful beings unleashed their spells: longswords flashed across the sky, thunder roared, rivers and seas surged, and light illuminated all things...
Amidst cries of death and destruction, the stirring performance came to an end.