Chapter 492

The auction was held in the Thousand Treasure Pavilion. This place was large enough to have a place for auctions.

There was no need to deliberately announce it, as many forces had come. In the past few days, the various transportation arrays in the market square had not stopped working, and Core realm experts were constantly arriving.

In order to increase their chances of survival in the ancient battlefield, and to increase their harvest, many experts from the Bedlam Lands had rushed here with great wealth.

Before the auction had even started, there were already people throwing in ten thousand gold coins. It could be said that there were too many people with great wealth this time. In the end, Zi Chen and Tyrant, who were comparable to nouveau riche, felt uncertain.

The auction officially started.

The two of them were lucky enough to follow Shangguan Bingxi to a luxurious private room. This was the highest point of the auction, and they could see everything below.

This auction was already packed with people. Many forces had arrived, and among them were the eight forces that Zi Chen had robbed. When they brushed past Zi Chen, they were expressionless. Those young masters also did not find trouble with Zi Chen.

As the auctioneer went on stage, she announced the start of the auction.

The first item was a mid grade yuan liquid.

"Mid grade yuan liquid, one drop can restore all the energy in the body. If used well, one drop is equivalent to a life."

The auctioneer was a beautiful woman. Her smile was sweet, and her words were charming.

"A total of three drops. The starting price is thirty thousand yuan stones, and each increment must not be less than one thousand yuan."

After the auctioneer finished speaking, the auction began.

"Thirty-one thousand." "Thirty-five thousand." "Forty thousand." "Fifty thousand."

"Seventy thousand."

"One hundred thousand."

"One hundred thousand yuan stones going once."

"One hundred thousand yuan going twice."

"One hundred thousand yuan stones going thrice. Sold."

Three drops of mid grade yuan liquid were sold for one hundred thousand yuan stones. Such a high price made Zi Chen and Tyrant smack their lips.

Now it seemed that Zi Chen had made a big profit by buying the Violet Gold Flexible Armor in advance. If it was auctioned here, it could probably be sold for two million yuan.

The second item was a refining material that could improve the quality of a pill weapon. If it was any other time, this material would be the object of everyone's bidding. But today, everyone was here for the life-saving treasures in the ancient battlefield. Thus, they were not interested in refining materials.

Sure enough, after a slight increase in the price, the second item was sold at a lower price. The auction continued, and one item after another was put up for auction.

"Now, the tenth item in the auction is a supreme bone regeneration pill. It has an unimaginable divine effect. It can reconnect broken arms and broken bones. Even if all the bones in the body are shattered, it can be reconnected within a few breaths."

The unmatched Bone Continuing Pill was comparable to an unmatched precious pill. Its medicinal effects were extraordinary, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately stirred up an uproar. Quite a few people's eyes shone with light.

After Tyrant and Zi Chen heard this, their eyes became eager. This was a life-saving item, and there was no harm in bidding for it.

"The starting price is 655,555 primeval stones, and each increment must be no less than 65,555."

"A hundred and fifty thousand."

"Two hundred thousand!"

As expected of a supreme medicinal pill, the price doubled in an instant.

"Name your price." Zi Chen stared at the monk.

"Three hundred thousand." The monk opened his mouth. He added a hundred thousand in one go, shocking many people.

"Three hundred and ten thousand." But soon, someone else increased the price.

"Three hundred and twenty thousand."

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"Three hundred and fifty thousand."

The price of the supreme bone regeneration pill continued to increase, and in the end, it was increased by four hundred thousand.

"This is too savage. The previous pill was only sold for three hundred thousand, but now it's increased to four hundred thousand."

"There are too many people coming this time. Quite a few of them are from large powers. They've all brought enough wealth."

"Five hundred thousand."

Suddenly, an even more savage voice rang out.

From four hundred thousand to five hundred thousand, the price had increased by a hundred thousand. That was the final price for this supreme medicinal pill.

"Tyrant really is daring." Zi Chen couldn't help but praise.

He had entered the ancient battlefield with the monk. Since the monk had won the precious pill, it was equivalent to Zi Chen winning it. He was happy for the monk.

"Five hundred thousand for a broken pill. Truly." The monk's forehead was already covered in sweat. He was clearly nervous and pained.

On the side, Shangguan Bing was smiling. She didn't participate in the auction, and from her expression, she didn't seem to have any intention of participating.

Following that, the eleventh item appeared. It was another mid grade yuan liquid.

"Mid grade yuan liquid, five drops per set. The starting price is fifty thousand, and the increment must not be less than a thousand."

Following the auctioneer's bewitching voice, another round of bidding was about to begin.

"A hundred thousand." This time it was Zi Chen who spoke.

Everyone was startled by such an unreasonable way of raising the price. Then they began to slowly increase the price.

"A hundred and fifty thousand." Zi Chen spoke once more.

That increase of fifty thousand caused quite a few people's expressions to change. After a moment of consideration, everyone seemed to have made a choice and gave up.

Five drops of mid grade yuan liquid were sold for a hundred and fifty thousand. It was won by Zi Chen.

Following that, several other medicinal pills appeared. Zi Chen and the monk continuously increased the price, but they didn't succeed.

On one hand, it wasn't very useful to them. On the other hand, the monk was still waiting for the Buddhist scripture.

Just as the monk was looking forward to it, the incomplete Buddhist scripture finally appeared.

"Next is the twentieth item. It is said to have come from the ancient battlefield. It was discovered a thousand years ago and then brought out." The auctioneer's words successfully attracted everyone's attention.

The allure of the ancient battlefield was too great. Everyone couldn't help guessing what was hidden under the red satin.

Without keeping everyone in suspense, the auctioneer gave an answer. "This is an incomplete Buddhist scripture."

"Shh."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, a series of boos rang out. Originally, they thought that it was something good, but it turned out to be a broken Buddhist scripture. This was something that only Buddhist sects would need. Putting it up for auction was simply a waste of space.

Furthermore, everyone understood why something from the ancient battlefield would be put up for auction here.

The jeers of the crowd were ineffective against the auctioneer. The sweet smile on her face didn't diminish. "Although it is an incomplete Buddhist scripture, it has been verified by an ancient figure. This Buddhist scripture may be one of the lost Six Syllables of Mantra."

"What?!" An uproar broke out.

The six-syllable mantras represented the strongest divine ability of the Buddhist sects. Each word contained an inconceivable power. It represented the strongest divine ability of the Martial Heaven Continent.

Although the crowd wasn't interested in the Buddhist scripture, that didn't mean they weren't interested in the one-syllable mantras. The Buddhist divine abilities were broad and profound. They didn't hope to comprehend them completely. But if they could comprehend the surface, creating their own divine ability wasn't impossible. At this moment, many people's gazes became fervent.

"Damnit, it's all your fault!"

Within the private room, Tyrant was infuriated when he heard the introduction of the Buddhist scripture. He grabbed Zi Chen by the neck and shook him.

"It's all your fault! You wasted that space! That's a one-syllable mantra! I'll take your life!" roared Tyrant.

Fortunately, Shangguan Bingxi reacted quickly and isolated the room from the outside world. She was also happy to watch this kind of battle. She was constantly cheering for the two of them.

"You can't blame me for this. Who told it not to be written clearly?" Zi Chen sent Tyrant flying with a kick, panting heavily.

Back then, it had only written a single Buddhist scripture without a detailed introduction. That was why Zi Chen had chosen the Violet Gold Flexible Armor. Of course, that was also because Tyrant had agreed. If there really was a one-syllable mantra, then let alone Tyrant, even Zi Chen would buy it.

Just as the two of them were fighting, the auction continued.

The starting price of this Buddhist scripture was only a hundred thousand yuan stones. It was ridiculously low.

"Since it's a one-syllable mantra, why is it only a hundred thousand yuan stones?" asked someone.

"This isn't a true mantra. It's just a fragment. In theory, it can evolve into a one-syllable mantra."

Hearing that, everyone's interest plummeted. But thinking about it, they understood. If it really was a one-syllable mantra, then only a fool would take it out to auction.

So the voices that increased the price were much more rational.

"One hundred and thirty thousand."

"One hundred and forty thousand."

The voices were slowly increasing the price. After more than ten times, the final price was set at one hundred and fifty thousand.

"One hundred and fifty thousand going once."

"One hundred and fifty thousand going twice."

In the box, Tyrant was still complaining about Zi Chen. The two of them were still fighting.

"Alright, the Buddhist scripture is about to be sold." Shang Guan Bing suddenly said.

Because of the sound barrier, they couldn't hear what was said outside. But they could see the auctioneer raising the hammer.

Tyrant's face changed instantly. He then shouted, "Wait!"

"Five hundred thousand yuan stones."

Just as the auctioneer shouted one hundred and fifty thousand yuan three times and was about to drop the hammer, Tyrant's voice sounded.

Of course, he had subconsciously shouted this price. His purpose was to not let the auction end early.

But who knew that this price was already the highest price.

"Five hundred thousand, good. Is there anyone who wants to go higher than five hundred thousand?" The auctioneer's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Five hundred thousand is actually a high price."

Tyrant was surprised. Zi Chen was also puzzled. Unfortunately, they didn't hear the explanation of the fragment.

"Six hundred thousand." Seeing that it was about to be sold, a lazy voice sounded.

"Seven hundred thousand." Tyrant didn't want to be outdone.

"One million." The lazy voice sounded again.

"Wow."

A fragment of a Buddhist scripture was sold for one million yuan. Everyone was in disbelief.

"One million and one hundred thousand." But it was obvious that it wasn't over yet. Tyrant shouted again.

"One million and three hundred thousand." The other party continued to bid. He was still lazy.

"One million and five hundred thousand." Tyrant said fiercely.

"One million and six hundred thousand." The lazy voice sounded again.

"Idiot, stop shouting. You've been played." Just as Tyrant was about to bid again, Zi Chen stopped him.

"You're the only bald monk in the entire southern region. Almost no one wants this. Now that the price is so high, the other party is playing with you. He wants to rip you off."