bookrandom Chapter 460 A Battle of Wits, Who Will Win?
Chapter 460 A Battle of Wits, Who Will Win?
Even if you hollow out a low-level spiritual vein, you couldn't gather enough spiritual marrow to make one cubic meter!
How could a single fruit be worth so many spiritual veins?
The monks were filled with confusion.
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, someone suddenly made an impatient offer: "Fifty-one cubic meters!"
It was as if they were afraid of missing this rare opportunity.
"Fifty-two cubic meters!" another person immediately followed up with a bid.
Not to be outdone, someone else shouted, "I'll bet fifty-three!"
Since spiritual essence is indeed difficult to gather, these cultivators have become more cautious in their pricing, no longer raising prices recklessly as before.
Nevertheless, as the supply accumulated, the price quickly climbed to one hundred units of spiritual essence.
The people on the first floor were speechless.
With so many spirit stone veins, are those people on the second floor really willing to give them up?
They were filled with shock and confusion, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.
The entire auction hall became exceptionally lively due to the auction of the Life Wheel Fruit.
Chu Lengyu silently calculated in her heart. Taking the Hundred Swords Pavilion, where she was located, as an example, the sect governed a hundred islands and possessed abundant resources.
If one were to disregard costs and excavate all these spiritual veins, one might be able to harvest hundreds of cubic meters of spiritual essence.
But half of these came from that precious fourth-order spiritual vein.
This spiritual vein is the foundation of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, providing the sect with the purest and most abundant spiritual energy.
However, once the spiritual marrow is removed, this spiritual vein will lose its regenerative power and become like a withered tree, unable to generate spiritual energy anymore.
This would be an unbearable loss for any sect.
Chu Lengyu's gaze fell on Danzhu on the auction stage, carefully observing every subtle expression on Danzhu's face.
From Danzhu's slightly furrowed brows and somewhat impatient expression, Chu Lengyu guessed that Danzhu seemed dissatisfied with the current offer.
After the bid reached one hundred units of spiritual essence, fewer and fewer people offered bids, and each bid seemed particularly hesitant.
After all, the number of mid-to-high-level spiritual veins is limited, and once one is dug up, there is one less. For sects that do not have a deep enough foundation, such a price is too heavy, making them dare not easily participate in the competition.
Qianlan Sect tentatively offered its price, but it was quickly surpassed by other forces.
The rate of price increase in the market began to slow down, but the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
Just then, a voice finally rang out: "Two hundred cubic meters!"
The sound was like a thunderclap, instantly shaking the entire auction hall.
Countless gazes followed the direction of the sound, finally settling on the number one private room on the second floor.
That was one of the private rooms in the Sea King's Palace, which filled everyone present with awe.
The moment the price of 200 square meters was announced, the room fell silent.
This price far exceeded everyone's expectations, forcing many cultivators who had still harbored illusions to leave in disappointment.
In fact, for the Thousand Mist Sect, digging up a few mid-level spiritual veins is not an unbearable loss, but the question is whether it is worth it.
Although the Myriad Star Alliance had touted the Fate Wheel Fruit as something incredibly rare, describing it as a once-in-a-millennium occurrence, they still dared not fully believe it until they witnessed its effects firsthand.
The high cost of trial and error deterred them, leaving them helpless to watch as Neptune Palace raised its prices.
After a moment of silence, another voice suddenly rang out: "Two hundred and fifty cubic meters!"
Even more surprisingly, the bidder was not a faction on the second floor, but a young cultivator sitting in an ordinary seat on the first floor!
In an instant, the young cultivator wearing three different masks—gold, purple, and black—became the focus of everyone's attention.
The monks sitting nearby involuntarily shifted their bodies, trying their best to back away, as if afraid of getting involved in some trouble.
Chu Lengyu's gaze also sharpened slightly.
The person who made the offer was one of the three young men whose background she had noticed as soon as she entered the room.
A sharp voice rang out from a private room on the second floor: "Hmph, where did this brat come from, so arrogant! If you deliberately bid but can't produce enough spirit essence, do you know what price you'll pay?"
Upon hearing these words, everyone's expressions immediately became complicated.
The cultivators sitting next to the three young men were like frightened birds, immediately leaving their seats and preferring to stand in the aisle rather than remain seated.
For a moment, the three seemed to be isolated in the center of the entire auction house.
A maid dressed in gorgeous clothes walked over gracefully, bowed, and said, "Guest, please follow me to the side to have your bidding qualifications verified."
Her gaze swept over the three young men, and a few doubts arose in her heart.
The man in the golden mask picked at his ear, a playful smile playing on his lips. He looked nonchalant, as if he didn't take the questioning from the second floor to heart at all.
The man in the black mask appeared much more composed. He handed a storage bag to the maid and said calmly, "Just look at it here."
The maid initially thought that the three of them were deliberately causing trouble and bidding recklessly to disrupt the normal auction order.
But seeing them sitting there calmly, without any fear, she couldn't help but feel a little curious.
So she opened the storage bag even faster.