In the secular world, the wealthiest family is undoubtedly the Li Family, followed by the Yun Family. As the primary heir of the Li Family, Li Wenfeng has access to funds that are unimaginable to ordinary people. In this respect, even the Ancient Martial families cannot compare.
Therefore, when it cos to bidding, Li Wenfeng is a major obstacle. If he is determined to bid, whether Lin Tian can acquire the teorite Heart remains uncertain.
"Everyone knows about the source of this teorite Heart; it was discovered by predecessors of Qingshuang Pavilion during their travels deep in the Kunlun Mountain." After everything was arranged, Ling Xiao finally began hosting the highlight auction.
"Back then, the predecessor of Qingshuang Pavilion discovered a piece of Outer Heaven teorite. After refining the outer layer of the teorite, they obtained Wujin, which is now one of Qingshuang Pavilion’s treasures, the Wujin Silk. Soft armor made from Wujin Silk is resistant to fire and water, impervious to blades and bullets, making it excellent casting material."
"While lting the Outer Heaven teorite, the caster found that the teorite’s core could not be lted. That unltable core is the teorite Heart we have before us today. The caster concluded that the teorite Heart is a material superior to Wujin Silk, and this is beyond doubt."
"Although it cannot be lted currently, if soone discovers a way to lt and forge it, the weapon manufactured would be of supre quality, comparable with the likes of Zidian, Qingshuang, and the Lifeless Sword. If forged by a skilled caster, it might even surpass those fad swords!"
Ling Xiao’s narration was not passionate, but it touched the hearts of everyone present. Comparable to Zidian and Qingshuang, and rivaling the Lifeless Sword, possibly even surpassing them—what are these fad swords? They are the divine artifacts of a faction, representing a faction’s luck and destiny.
If possessed personally, it can greatly enhance one’s power, especially an Ancient Martial Artist’s strength, which relies not only on their level of mastery but also on the weapon wielded.
Increasing personal strength by using a sharp weapon is not shaful; even the Heavenly Dao Saint in legends used magical artifacts, and mythical Pangu used an axe to split chaos.
The gaze of the Ancient Martial Artists in the venue beca fervent, with many already imagining themselves obtaining the teorite Heart, forging divine weapons, wielding divine artifacts, dominating the Ancient Martial World, achieving fa, establishing sects, leaving a tiless legacy.
More sober individuals were considering ways to lt the teorite Heart, while mbers of Ancient Martial families contemplated how they could win the teorite Heart in bidding.
Though Ancient Martial families are affluent, they would not risk bankruptcy for a stone that cannot be lted. Acquiring an unltable stone at the cost of family bankruptcy would indeed be putting the cart before the horse.
"Miss Ling Xiao, let’s begin. We can’t wait any longer," shouted an Ancient Martial Artist, a proposal naturally supported by everyone.
Ling Xiao maintained her consistent composure, calmly stating, "The grand finale auction, the teorite Heart, starting price one hundred million yuan, with incrents of no less than ten thousand. The auction begins."
With the announcent of a hundred million as the starting price, the auction hall suddenly beca much quieter. Those who were imagining and excited were doused with cold reality and sobered up. Evidently, many couldn’t even afford the starting price.
anwhile, Ancient Martial families sized each other up, with none willing to be the first to bid. This led to a sowhat cold atmosphere. However, Ling Xiao seed unfazed by the cold reception, not attempting to stir the mood.
She knew they did not lack desire for the teorite Heart; rather, they wanted it too much, which made them cautious. What was missing now was soone to break the silence.
"Xing Shan, don’t waste ti; add ten thousand and place a bid." Lin Tian certainly understood these people’s thoughts but didn’t want to waste ti with them, so he instructed Xing Shan to bid and break the silence.
Xing Shan was likely intimidated by the starting price, muttering the price under his breath before shouting, "One hundred million and ten thousand!"
"Boo..." A wave of jeers rose from the first floor; they scoffed at such a small incrent.
"Boo at yourselves! If you have the guts, place a bid!" Xing Shan, displeased, loudly retorted.
This silenced them, for although the incrent was only ten thousand, the starting price was a formidable one hundred million – not a joking matter.
"One hundred and fifty million!" Following the silence, a significant increase of fifty million was announced.
Lin Tian glanced over, surprisingly not seeing any Ancient Martial families’ rooms, but instead, a middle-aged man in the hall of the first floor. However, sweat could be seen faintly on the man’s forehead; perhaps the one hundred and fifty million was his entire worth.
He likely was conflicted, hoping to win the teorite Heart in one swoop yet worried about losing his entire wealth if he succeeded.
This anxiety was short-lived as a middle-aged man in a black coat with slightly trembling hands rang the copper bell and announced the price: "One hundred and fifty-five million!"
His trembling wasn’t due to a physical ailnt but because such a price indeed made him apprehensive.
"One hundred and fifty-six million!" Shortly after the middle-aged man, an elder announced a new price.
After Lin Tian broke the silence, the Ancient Martial Artists began bidding. Though not many were announcing prices, the amount steadily increased.
They seed to have an unspoken agreent, each increase marked by millions, understanding that adding just a few tens of thousands was pointless, especially since Ancient Martial families had yet to make a move.
As the price climbed, the voices grew fewer; it had now reached two hundred million, a price high enough to render many powerless.
"Respected elder, these folks are truly wealthy; that’s two hundred million yuan! Forget RMB, I’ve never even seen two hundred million Joss Paper," Xing Shan exclaid, with a face full of amazent.
"Watch closely; this is rely the prelude. The Ancient Martial families haven’t acted yet," Lin Tian said calmly.
As if responding to Lin Tian, a crisp sound of the copper bell rang from a booth on the second floor. Lin Tian looked up to see Situ Yufeng reappear at the window, calmly announcing a price.
"Five hundred million!"
Situ Yufeng’s bid raised the price by a massive three hundred million, leaving the Ancient Martial Artists dumbfounded. Those who had bid before were suddenly silent, unable to speak with discomfort on their faces and could only helplessly shake their heads, knowing that with the Ancient Martial families stepping in, it was no longer their ga.
"Six hundred million!"
Another billion was added; compared to the previous million-level increases, a billion was even more striking. Among those with such confidence to bid was a mber of an Ancient Martial family—the voice ca from the Yuwen Family’s booth.
Surprisingly to everyone, the bidder was Yuwen Xingjian and not the future son-in-law of the family, Li Wenfeng.
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