Chapter 97

The fourth auction item, a delicate pagodlike gadget, glinting in colorful light was brought out by sect elder Yang . Around it, splendid magical flashes swayed like a dragon .

Colorful pagoda . Eighty thousand .

More influential than the previous three spirit tools, it ignited the atmosphere in the pavilion when appearing . Many cultivation clans joined its auction .

A hundred thousand .

A hundred and fifty thousand .

Two hundred thusand .

The auction bustled because of the cultivation clans bidding .

Some found an excuse to pick a fight with their rivals, their screams rocking the pavilion .

As the bid went, the atmosphere became fiercer and killing intent sparkled . The clans would combat with each other without the ban of fight .

The area enjoyed multiple cultivation clans, their feuds germinating a long time ago .

The auction of the Ghost Black Market gathered them and provided a good platform . Although

they could not fight themselves, the bidders could battle against prices . But the precondition was that they must be wealthy .

Three hundred thousand . A grey-haired man made up his mind to shout his price .

You wanna your clan to extinct? A sneer came from the private room of the Blood-thirst Palace on the second floor . Threatening, the words scared and trembled the old man .

No, I give it up . The old man hurried to abandon the pagoda in case of enraging the Blood-thirst Palace and bringing disaster to his family .

Youre sensible .

The following auction items were all spirit tools .

As rounds of auction proceeded and climaxes rose one after another, pieces of terrible spirit tools frightened the bidders into roars .

A black iron staff was sent to the podium .

Iron staff . Base price, ten thousand . Bid starts . Fatigued, sect elder Yang

Yang yawned and said with a tiring voice .

Uh?

When the staff emerged, eyes-closed Ye Chen resting in a corner opened eyes wide in a sudden, because his true fire flickered .

Treasure!

His eyes sparkled .

Black all over its body, the iron staff was rusty and bumpy with some damages . Ye Chen glanced at it, but found nothing special .

Other cultivators looked the staff up and down with their eyes widened as Ye Chen did .

Whats it? Someone flicked a confusing look at sect elder Yang .

Its told . Iron staff . Sect elder Yang glimpsed at the cultivator, Of course, you can see it as a stove poker .

Everyone present twitched their mouths in surprise .

Its not paid attention to . Not treasure!

It looks so ugly .

I wont take it even if I can afford it .

Nobody wants it?Sect elder Yang cast a look at the cultivators below and intended to

intended to collect the staff when no one responded .

Wait . A voice arose from the corner, I want it .

Um?

An unexpected answer captured everyones attention .

The speaker was Ye Chen . He would not let go of a treasure triggering his true fire to flicker .

Sect elder, I bid it for ten thousand spirit stones .

Are you silly? Ten thousand spirit stones for an old iron staff? Xionger swore at him .

Cheap!

Crap .

Their conversation amused other cultivators including the elders .

If no one increases the price, the staff will belong to the little friend .

Wait . A voice interrupted sect elder Yang, Eleven thousand . The Zhengyang Sect will take this iron staff .

Um?

As astonishments filled the pavilion, everybody looked at the place where the voice arose . The bidder was the sec elder Wu Changqing from the Zheyang Sect . Arrogant, he seemed to tell others that the others that the staff must be his .

Ye Chen scrunched up his eyes in the corner and raised the price, Twelve thousand .

All the people were astounded .

Whos the boy?

Dare to compete with the Zhengyang Sect, just for a black iron staff .

Hes insane .

Wu Changqing chuckled in the noises, Boy, do you know whom you compete with?

Sect elder, you intimate me? Ye Chen looked up at the private room on the second floor .

Very well . Youre so brave . Wu Chanqing satirized, Nobody dared to snatch something from our sect . I accompany you to bid . Twenty thousand spirit stones .

Twenty-one thousand . Ye Chen answered .

Thirty thousand .

Thirty-one thousand . Ye Chen smiled coldly and prepared to bid for the staff even at the cost of his entire wealth . He did so not only for the iron staff but also for his heartless banishment .