122: crazy

"What?! There are three more?!"

"My god! There's more than one of this Heaven-Defying Medicinal Pill?!"

"Snatch it! We must get one! Even if we have to go bankrupt!"

If the million-stone astronomical price of the first star frost nirvana pill was an earth-shattering announcement, then the news that there were three more completely pushed the Eternal Night Merchant Guild to the center of the storm and this auction to an even more crazed Peak!

Countless pairs of bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the auction stage.

The name of the Eternal Night Merchant Guild, following this earth-shaking auction storm, swept like a prairie fire through every corner of Eastern Desolation Province!

The ice-breaking blade of the Di Clan's trade route had already been swung, its cold light reflecting across the provinces!

Di Tianlan and Di Tianxiao looked at each other and smiled; they knew they had already won this auction.

And the Eternal Night Merchant Guild would take this opportunity to rise to fame in Eastern Desolation Province, becoming a force that could not be ignored.

Their smiles were full of confidence and satisfaction, as if they already saw themselves standing at the Peak of power, looking down upon all living beings.

Eastern Desolation City, the undisputed core megacity of Eastern Desolation Province, was now enveloped in an indescribable clamor and heat.

In the city, the Eastern Desolation Auction House, symbolizing the intersection of wealth and power, was taking in figures from various factions whose auras were either overbearing or profound.

"Everyone," Unswapped's voice was not loud, yet it clearly suppressed all the whispers in the hall, striking everyone's heartstrings with a clanging texture like metal, "next is the ownership of the remaining three star frost nirvana pills!"

"Only three remain, to be bid on in three separate rounds! For the first one, the starting price is one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand!" Almost the moment Unswapped finished speaking, a voice as raspy as sandpaper yet containing a terrifying aura of blood and slaughter rang out from the private box next to the Green Lotus Sword Sect.

That voice came from an old man in a crimson beast-skin robe. His hair and beard were splayed out, his exposed skin was covered in hideous old scars, and he was surrounded by a bloody aura so thick it wouldn't dissipate. It was the Old Ancestor of Ten Thousand Bones, a Tong Tian Realm Tenth Level powerhouse whose Lifespan was nearly exhausted!

"One hundred and eighty thousand!" A female voice as cold as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice followed immediately. She was shrouded in a faint ice-blue mist, the jade chair she sat on was frosted over, and her eyes were as sharp as icicles.

"Two hundred thousand! My Pill Gate is determined to have it!" The Pill Gate representative, a plump old man, raised the price in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with determination.

The price was like a runaway horse, skyrocketing amidst the sound of countless gasps. Every bid felt like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.

Ordinary factions had already dejectedly withdrawn when the price of the second pill broke five hundred thousand, reduced to mere spectators.

"Nine hundred thousand!" The voice of the Old Ancestor of the Zhou Family carried a trace of imperceptible trembling; this was almost the limit of the resources he could mobilize.

"One million!" The voice of the old woman from the Ten Thousand Poisons Villa was even colder. The ice mist around her churned violently, showing her inner resolve.

A brief silence enveloped the hall. Finally, the Pill Gate old man's expression changed several times before he sighed deeply: "Fellow Daoist Bingpo has such great spirit. My Pill Gate... gives up." He knew the real struggle was yet to come.

"One million! Sold! The second star frost nirvana pill belongs to the Ten Thousand Poisons Villa!" Unswapped's gavel fell heavily.

The struggle for the third pill was even more brutal.

The Old Ancestor of the Zhou Family and the Pill Gate representative engaged in a near white-hot confrontation, and the price quickly broke one million.

However, unexpectedly, this third pill was arduously taken by Li Xiao, the Emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty, for one million two hundred thousand, at the cost of nearly emptying several years of the Great Qi Dynasty's accumulation.

When he sat down, he seemed to have aged several years, but his eyes burned with the flame called hope.

The fourth one, and also the last!

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

The Pill Gate representative, the old woman from Ten Thousand Poisons Villa (who clearly wanted to fight for another one to preserve more of her Sect's foundation), and several old monsters who had previously held back, all had their eyes locked onto the cold jade box in Unswapped's hand.

"The final star frost nirvana pill! Starting price: two hundred thousand. Each bid must be no less than fifty thousand!" Unswapped's voice echoed in the silence.

"Two hundred thousand!" The Pill Gate old man was the first to exert pressure.

"Three hundred thousand!" The old woman from Ten Thousand Poisons Villa refused to yield an inch.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" A voice came from an old man entirely shrouded in a gray robe with a sinister aura—some hermit old monster.

The price soared rapidly again, soon reaching the one million two hundred thousand mark.

Beads of sweat had already appeared on the Pill Gate old man's forehead.

"One million three hundred thousand!" The Pill Gate old man suddenly stood up and almost roared. This was his final trump card. His plump face no longer held any composure, only the ferocity of someone burning their bridges.

This price was like a giant boulder thrown into a deep pool, stirring up massive waves.

The old woman from Ten Thousand Poisons Villa frowned deeply, the ice mist around her fluctuating violently, clearly struggling internally.

The hermit old man let out an unwilling cold snort and fell silent.

The other private boxes were also deathly silent.

"One million three hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Going once!" Unswapped's gaze swept the room, his voice steady.

"One million three hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Going twice!"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats as their eyes focused on the Pill Gate old man. Was this last one really going to be taken by the Pill Gate for such an astronomical price?

Just as Unswapped's gavel was about to fall for the third time, a low, raspy voice that seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, with a strange metallic friction texture, rang out without warning from the dimmest corner at the very edge of the hall:

"One million four hundred thousand."

Uproar—!

The entire auction hall instantly boiled over! Everyone looked toward the sound in astonishment.

In the shadows of that corner sat a figure completely wrapped in a large, old gray robe.

His figure was hunched, and his aura was as obscure as a rock. Had he not spoken, almost no one would have noticed his presence.

His hood hung low, and only a pair of eyes could be vaguely seen—cloudy yet bottomless, as if they contained endless stellar remains.

No powerful spiritual Qi fluctuations leaked from his body, yet he gave off an extremely dangerous feeling, like a poisonous viper lurking in the shadows, ready to devour life at any moment.

"Old Monster Xing?! This old monster... he actually came to Eastern Desolation City in person?" Some well-informed Cultivators cried out in shock, their voices filled with disbelief and deep wariness.

Rumor had it that Old Monster Xing had reached the Tong Tian Realm Tenth Level a hundred years ago, but due to a terrible Dao injury sustained while exploring an Ancient Stellar Remains Forbidden Land in his early years, he had been stuck at the Bottleneck for centuries, and his Lifespan was nearly exhausted.

The color instantly drained from the Pill Gate old man's face. His body swayed, and he slumped back into his chair, his eyes filled with nothing but the gray of despair.

One million three hundred thousand was his limit. At one million four hundred thousand, he didn't even have the qualification to compete. If he mobilized the resources of the entire Pill Gate, he could naturally come up with one million four hundred thousand, but he did not yet have that authority.

The old woman from Ten Thousand Poisons Villa also slowly closed her eyes, the ice mist around her settling into stillness; she had clearly given up as well.

Unswapped took a deep look at the gray-robed figure in the corner and announced loudly: "One million four hundred thousand! Going thrice! Sold! The final star frost nirvana pill belongs to Senior Xing!"

The gavel was about to fall, marking the Perfection conclusion of this grand event. Countless people felt envy, jealousy, or deep emotion.

However, at the very moment the dust was about to settle—

Boom!!!