553: Yan Qingyun was killed

"I bid three million."

At this moment, Cang Qingyue raised the bidding paddle in her hand.

"Three million five hundred thousand." Yan Qingyun also raised his bidding paddle at this time.

Tan Little Fatty raised his bidding paddle at this moment, "I bid four million."

The price of this inner armor soared all the way up, and when Tan Little Fatty called out four million, the number of people bidding on the scene significantly decreased.

After all, this was four million mid-grade divine origin stones. If converted into Low Grade divine origin stones, that would be equivalent to four hundred million. People without any background really could not afford to bid for it.

"Four million three hundred thousand." Cang Qingyue raised her bidding paddle again.

"Four million six hundred thousand." Yan Qingyun was not to be outdone and similarly raised his bidding paddle.

"Five million!" Cang Qingyue glared fiercely at Yan Qingyun.

At this time, Tan Little Fatty stopped increasing the bid. After all, the price had already exceeded his expectations. Although his father was the City Lord, he did not have many divine origin stones at his disposal.

"Five million five hundred thousand." A trace of disdain appeared on Yan Qingyun's face.

This time, Cang Qingyue did not bid again, because the value of this inner armor was only around five million. Increasing the bid further would be very uneconomical and would instead affect her subsequent Auctions.

"Five million five hundred thousand, going once."

"Five million five hundred thousand, going twice."

"Five million five hundred thousand, thir...!"

"Seven million!"

Before Liu Ying could finish speaking, Yang Lingchen suddenly raised his bidding paddle and cast a disdainful look at Yan Qingyun.

"This Young Master bids seven million. Young Master Yan, would you like to increase the bid?" Liu Ying turned to look at Yan Qingyun.

"Young Miss Liu, just announce the sale. Look at his pathetic appearance; does he look like someone who can afford seven million divine origin stones?"

Yang Lingchen looked at Yan Qingyun provocatively. He was not someone who would take a loss. Since he had already offended the other party, he would do whatever he could to annoy them. Furthermore, since this was the East Saint Commerce Guild, he was certain the other party would not dare to take action.

"Stinky brat, you are courting death."

At this moment, Yan Qingyun's face was incredibly gloomy. The value of the inner armor was clearly not worth more than seven million. If he bought it, he would definitely lose two million. If he did not, he would certainly become a joke at the scene.

"Shut the f*ck up! If you can afford it, bid; if you cannot, then stay down there and be quiet." Yang Lingchen's tone was extremely arrogant.

"Are you crazy? Can you even take out that many divine origin stones?" Mu Qingcheng, who was beside him, said via Sound Transmission with annoyance.

"Senior Sister Mu, if I cannot take it out, would you lend it to me?" Yang Lingchen replied via Sound Transmission.

"I cannot be bothered with you." Mu Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Yang Lingchen.

At this moment, everyone turned their gazes toward Yan Qingyun, wanting to see if he would follow the bid or not.

Meanwhile, Liu Ying on the Auction stage had no intention of counting down. Normally, she should have started the countdown by now.

"Eight million." Yan Qingyun raised his paddle again, looking coldly at Yang Lingchen.

He had already made his plans; as long as Yang Lingchen increased the bid, he would choose to give up immediately.

Normally, it was impossible for Yan Qingyun to call out a price of eight million. After all, the value of this inner armor was worth at most five million five hundred thousand.

But now that so many people were watching him, if he did not even dare to increase the bid once, what face would he have to mix in the East in the future?

"Young Master Yan bids eight million. This Young Master, would you like to increase the bid?" Liu Ying's face revealed a charming smile as she turned to look at Yang Lingchen.

"Sorry, I only have seven million nine hundred ninety thousand divine origin stones, so I will not increase the bid." Yang Lingchen shrugged helplessly, indicating he would not increase the bid further.

"Congratulations, Young Master Yan, for winning this top-tier Black Turtle Treasure Armor." Liu Ying delivered the treasure armor in her hands to Yan Qingyun.

"Little Bastard, just you wait. This Young Master will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces."

Yan Qingyun's eyes revealed venomous Killing Intent. At this moment, he wished he could kill Yang Lingchen on the spot. Just because of the other party's bidding, he had wasted two million five hundred thousand divine origin stones for nothing. It was evident how furious he was at this moment.

"Idiot!" Yang Lingchen smiled disdainfully and stopped paying attention to the other party.

"You pitted him like that; be careful he does not kill you." Mu Qingcheng said.

"If I did not pit him, would he not kill me anyway?" Yang Lingchen said with a smile.

"Hmph! You had better stay by my side during this period. Otherwise, if you get killed, I will not be able to answer to Revered Master." Mu Qingcheng said with annoyance.

"Alright!" Yang Lingchen nodded helplessly.

The Auction continued.

Just at this moment, two maids carried a rectangular wooden box and walked onto the Auction stage.

This rectangular wooden box was made of ten-thousand-year-old Phoebe wood. The exterior was carved with various strange patterns, and it emitted a mysterious aura as a whole. Clearly, the item inside was definitely no ordinary object.

Liu Ying gently opened the wooden box, and immediately a golden light flashed by. A sharp Killing Intent shot out from the wooden box.

Inside, a sword with a body shimmering with cold light lay quietly. Although this sword had not been unsheathed, it still emitted a cold chill all around it.

"This sword is named Tianchen, and it is the posthumous work of the top-tier Artifact Refining Great Master, Great Master Lu. Although it cannot compare to his Peak work, it is still a Divine Artifact of the Spirit God Realm Peak. If you can win it, at least at the Spirit God Realm level, you will not be at a disadvantage in terms of weapons when you fight."

"Clang!"

Liu Ying gently unsheathed the Tianchen Sword. Immediately, a cold Killing Intent radiated from the sword body. The blade, thin as a cicada's wing and incredibly sharp, gave the first impression that this was definitely a peerless treasure sword that had killed countless people.

After Liu Ying finished the introduction, the scene was in an uproar. Everyone's gaze toward the Tianchen Sword revealed a trace of greed. After all, this was a Divine Artifact of the Spirit God Realm Peak!

This level of Divine Artifact was something one could only encounter by luck, not seek out. Many Spirit God Realm Cultivators were still using weapons from their Dominator Realm period. It was evident how rare high-grade Divine Artifacts were.

At this moment, even Mu Qingcheng, who had always been calm, revealed a trace of burning heat in her eyes.

"Young Miss Liu, hurry up and start the bidding!" A middle-aged man in the audience appeared impatient.

"Since everyone wants to know the starting price of this sword, I will skip the small talk. The starting price is three million mid-grade divine origin stones. The Auction begins now."

Liu Ying tapped the Auction stage lightly with her hammer.

As soon as Liu Ying's voice fell, bidding sounds immediately rang out from the scene.

"I bid three million two hundred thousand."

"I bid three million five hundred thousand."

"I bid four million."

At this moment, the sounds of bidding were endless.

Yang Lingchen was shocked. These were all millions of mid-grade divine origin stones. If he had not plundered the entire Eastern Region, he would not even be able to afford this starting price alone.

The Auction price quickly reached six million five hundred thousand.

"I bid seven million."

Yan Qingyun raised his bidding paddle again.

"It's that jerk again. Looks like I need to find a chance to pit him again." Yang Lingchen calculated secretly in his heart, and his mouth could not help but curve slightly.

"What kind of mischievous idea are you hatching again?"

Seeing the faint smile on Yang Lingchen's lips, Mu Qingcheng said with annoyance.

"Nothing of the sort. I am not as bad as you think." Yang Lingchen quickly shook his head.

"You had better not cause trouble again."

After Mu Qingcheng finished speaking, she raised the paddle in her hand and said in a crisp voice, "Seven million five hundred thousand."

"Senior Sister Mu, are you interested in that Tianchen Sword?" Yang Lingchen asked casually.

"It would be best if I can win it, but it does not matter if I cannot." Mu Qingcheng said indifferently.

Yang Lingchen stopped talking. Since Mu Qingcheng wanted to bid, he naturally could not cause trouble again. Otherwise, if the price was raised too high, he would end up pitting Mu Qingcheng instead.

"Seven million five hundred thousand."

Cang Qingyue raised her paddle. She was very interested in this Tianchen Sword.

"Eight million."

An old man with a steady aura, wearing a cyan robe, raised his bidding paddle.

"Eight million five hundred thousand."

Yan Qingyun raised his bidding paddle again.

"Eight million eight hundred thousand."

Mu Qingcheng's willow eyebrows slightly furrowed. In the end, she still raised her bidding paddle. With the price reaching this point, she was a bit hesitant. After all, this was over eight million divine origin stones.

...To be continued!