89: Five hundred billion! The young master of the Wang family ascends to the throne of "the most wronged person of the year"!

The bidding between the two sides on the field continued!

"Four hundred and fifty billion!"

Inside the Wang Family's VIP Room, Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot, and a blue vein throbbed on his forehead like a coiled dragon. He practically roared out a price that could cause even a Saint King's mind to collapse.

The air in the entire venue seemed to be sucked dry by this number, ignited, and then exploded with a bang!

"Crazy... Has the Wang Family of the Northern Region struck a gold mine?"

"Four hundred and fifty billion High-Grade Spirit Stones! Even if we sold our entire Sect, we couldn't even scrape together the spare change!"

On the Star Gazing Platform, Su Chen was enjoying another amethyst grape handed to him by Ye Linghan. Upon hearing this bid, his chewing slowed down by half a beat.

[Whoa! Four hundred and fifty billion! How many Golden Scale Pigs could that buy? It could probably pave the way from Divine Son Peak all the way to the Yaochi Holy Land, right?]

[What a spendthrift; he's truly "filial" to the extreme! I bet the Wang Family's Old Ancestor's coffin lid has already started performing Thomas flares!]

"Young Lord, we can't add any more! We really can't add any more!"

Beside Wang Teng, that Wang Family Elder's face was as white as paper, his lips trembling as he tightly gripped Wang Teng's sleeve. "This price has far exceeded our budget! If we keep adding, the Family's ten-thousand-year capital chain will snap!"

"Shut up! Get lost!" Wang Teng shoved the Elder aside, looking like a madman. "Father said to get it at any cost! Today, this immortal gold represents the future of my Wang Family. No one can take it from me!"

He had been completely provoked by that mysterious Loose Cultivator, and all his reason had been swallowed by the glory of his Family and his fantasies of the future.

Meanwhile, in the corner, when that mysterious Loose Cultivator Great Saint heard the price of four hundred and fifty billion, his body beneath the cloak trembled imperceptibly.

He fell silent for a long time.

So long that everyone thought this crazy farce was about to end.

Just when everyone thought he was going to give up...

That hoarse voice rang out again. It wasn't loud, but it pierced clearly into everyone's ears.

"Four hundred and fifty billion and one hundred million."

He only added one hundred million.

But this mere hundred million felt like a resounding slap in the face, condensed with infinite mockery and disdain, crossing through space to strike Wang Teng hard!

An insult! This was a blatant insult!

"Ah—!!!"

Wang Teng had completely lost it! He felt the faint, mocking gazes coming from the entire venue!

He suddenly stood up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on that corner. Using all the air in his lungs, he roared out a number that would be talked about on the Xuanyuan Continent for tens of thousands of years to come and would be recorded in the "Annals of Spendthrifts."

"Five! Hundred! Billion!!!"

Dead silence.

An absolute dead silence that lasted for ten breaths.

Time and space seemed to be completely frozen and shattered under the impact of this number.

On the high platform, the Auctioneer's gavel fell to the ground with a "clack." His mouth was wide open and his eyes were bulging, as if he had seen a god or demon descend to the world. The tens of thousands of Cultivators in the venue were like statues hit by a petrification spell, their expressions frozen in the most extreme shock and dullness.

A certain calculating commerce guild president unconsciously crushed the two ten-thousand-year iron walnuts he was fiddling with into powder with a "crack."

On the other side, a Sect Master in the Saint Realm suffered a violent shock to his Dao Heart and couldn't hold back a mouthful of old blood, spraying it out with a "poof."

Five hundred billion... High-Grade Spirit Stones?

What kind of concept was that?

It was enough to buy the entire Northern Region, along with all the living beings and Sects on it, with plenty to spare!

For... a piece of immortal gold?

Crazy! Everyone felt that the world had gone crazy!

Inside the Wang Family's VIP Room, the moment the Elder who had tried to stop him heard this number, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground twitching, foaming at the mouth on the spot, unconscious.

After shouting this price, Wang Teng also seemed to have been drained of all his strength, slumping into his chair and panting heavily.

He felt like he wasn't making a bid, but was using his own life to engage in a massive gamble!

Everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward that mysterious Loose Cultivator in the corner.

Would he follow this time?

Under the weight of everyone's gazes, which felt almost physical, the mysterious Loose Cultivator finally slowly stood up.

He didn't bid again.

He only let out a cold laugh filled with infinite mockery and pity.

"Hehe... hehehe..."

That laughter was dry and hoarse, like two rusted iron plates rubbing together, filled with the relief of a survivor and the joy of looking at a fool.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he turned and walked toward the exit of the venue without looking back.

He gave up.

"I won... I won!"

When Wang Teng saw this, he was first stunned, then burst into an incredibly ecstatic laugh!

"Hahahaha! I won! I'm the ultimate winner! Hahahaha!"

He stood up excitedly and opened his arms, enjoying the complex gazes from the audience—a mixture of awe, fear, and the look one gives a fool.

At this moment, his vanity received an unprecedentedly massive satisfaction!

He even shot a provocative glance toward the Star Gazing Platform.

It was as if he was using his eyes to announce to Su Chen, to Ling Qingzhu, and to the whole world...

—Who the real protagonist was!

On the Star Gazing Platform, Su Chen met his gaze. His eternal salted fish expression shifted slightly as he actually gave him an appreciative smile and even gave a very slight nod.

[Nicely done, you big sucker! Thumbs up for you!]

Seeing Su Chen's "recognition," Wang Teng became even more smug. It was a supreme glory to have even the Divine Son of the Su Family impressed by his boldness!

"Clang—!!!"

An incredibly crisp sound of the gavel falling rang through the venue like a heavenly decree or a thunderous roar!

The Auctioneer used the last of his strength and roared, "Five hundred billion High-Grade Spirit Stones! Congratulations to Young Lord Wang Teng of the Wang Family of the Northern Region for successfully bidding on the void immortal gold!"

However, he hadn't been smug for long.

The hoarse voice of that mysterious Loose Cultivator Great Saint, who had already reached the entrance of the venue, rang out as clearly as a cold wind from the nine netherworlds in everyone's ears.

"Five hundred billion High-Grade Spirit Stones to buy a treasure for someone else."

"The Wang Family of the Northern Region truly has great guts."

Boom!

These words were like a bolt from the blue, striking hard against the crown of Wang Teng's head!

"Old geezer! What the hell did you say?!" Wang Teng's face changed drastically as he pointed at the retreating back and roared in anger, "Say that again if you have the guts!"

However, that mysterious Loose Cultivator Great Saint didn't pay any attention to the barking of this defeated dog.

He only left behind a bone-chilling sentence that made Wang Teng feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"I hope Young Master Wang has the life to take this 'treasure' and walk out of Great Xia alive."

As his voice fell, his figure completely disappeared at the entrance, as if he had never appeared.