Chapter 737: Dig a Pit, Three Tokens, Do You Believe It?

Private Room 7, Guiyin Pavilion.

Even Zuo Hufa, Mo Qing, known for his calm and steady temperament, couldn't help but feel his beard bristling at the words from Xu Xiaoshou on the high stage.

"Pavilion Master, this Xuankong Ling isn't worth that price. We absolutely can't let ourselves be provoked," the old man advised.

Sitting before him was a woman in a green skirt and veil.

Her features were vaguely visible through the hazy green veil, revealing a delicate facial structure and a beautiful face.

There were faint crow's feet around her eyes, indicating she was no longer young, yet she exuded a lingering charm and stunning beauty.

She gently stroked the purple zither on the table, her voice seductive but without any trace of anger:

"No problem, keep bidding. Since Dasheng Tianzong is so determined to get it, let them bleed more. As for this Young Master Xu..."

Xiu Mingyue said, lifting her gaze and looking lightly at the excited and gesticulating Young Master Xu on the high stage, a smile tugging at her lips: "He's quite interesting."

Mo Qing fell silent.

What was so interesting about this pest-like annoyance?

But since the Pavilion Master had spoken, he had no choice but to obey.

He reluctantly raised his voice to bid: "One hundred and five billion!"

"Wow!"

"One hundred and five billion!"

"It's gone up! Private Room 7 lives up to expectations and has bid higher!"

"Come on, let's turn back and see what's happening with Private Room 13. Will the legendary great power—uh, great force—follow suit? Let's see if they dare to respond!"

Xu Xiaoshou knocked his gavel on the high stage, extremely excited: "One hundred and five billion once... Private Room 13, dare to bid higher? Can he secure the second Xuankong Ling and become the only true chosen one in the entire venue? Let's wait and see, and listen closely!"

Everyone: "..."

The whole venue seemed under a silence spell.

The representatives of the great forces all looked speechlessly at Young Master Xu on the high stage, like a clown squandering the remaining glory of a semi-saint heir.

In their minds, the image score of this semi-saint heir had dropped from a perfect one hundred to just thirty.

If not for Young Master Xu's earlier display of impressive strength, even that failing thirty might not have been achievable.

In Private Room 13, Dasheng Tianzong's sect master, Leng Qi, had turned as dark as ink.

He felt that if not for the interference from Tiānshāng First Tower, he wouldn't have had to spend so much on this last Xuankong Ling.

But now that the atmosphere was built up, could Leng Qi back down?

Just one final push, and the role of the only force with two Xuankong Lings would be his. The value of that was far greater than scattered Xuankong Lings.

How could he not bid?

"One hundred and twenty billion!"

Leng Qi flung his sleeve robe in anger: "This Xuankong Ling, whoever wants it can have it. If anyone bids higher, I'll let it go!"

With that, it was double the price of the first Xuankong Ling!

At this point, only someone with a head clamped in a door would bid. Naturally, no one in the venue was foolish enough to do so.

But then, Xu Xiaoshou on the high stage knocked his gavel and continued to stir things up:

"Heavens, one hundred and twenty billion! One hundred and twenty billion once! Is that really enough to dominate the entire venue? I don't believe it!"

"Come on, let's turn back and look at Private Room 7. Let's see..."

"Shut up!" In the private room, Leng Qi couldn't take it anymore and roared.

The entire venue fell deathly silent. At that moment, everyone was intimidated by the Dao-cutting aura.

Xu Xiaoshou was also startled but wasn't suppressed by the familiar aura. He asked in confusion:

"Why tell me to shut up? I'm the auctioneer—can't the auctioneer speak?"

"You should just handle the bidding, right?"

"Or have you run out of money?"

"If you're broke, don't come to the auction! Really..."

"Believe it or not, I could just cut you out and sell the Xuankong Ling to Private Room 7 for one hundred and nineteen billion?"

The people in the seats were dumbfounded on the spot. Only then did everyone realize that Tiānshāng First Tower, a semi-saint force, was truly bold! Daring to suppress even Private Room 13, one of the dominant forces with a partially revealed identity?

In the private room, Leng Qi was left speechless by the retort. Indeed, what right did he have to tell this fly to shut up?

After all, the treasure belonged to Young Master Xu. It was up to him alone to decide who to sell it to.

"Sorry."

Overpowered by the situation, Leng Qi chose to back down, though he secretly noted the grudge.

Seeing that he'd milked enough from the situation and that Guiyin Pavilion in Private Room 7 had no intention of bidding further, Xu Xiaoshou knocked his gavel three times in a row.

Thud, thud, thud.

"How boring!"

"Fine, I'll sell you the Xuankong Ling for one hundred and twenty billion—dealt!"

With that, Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand, summoning an attendant to take the Xuankong Ling to Private Room 13 in exchange for spirit crystals.

The crowd watched with hearts pounding. Was this cheap auctioneer finally leaving the stage?

But to everyone's surprise, after handing over the first Xuankong Ling, Xu Xiaoshou paused for a long while. Once the attendant returned the spirit crystal card to him, he pulled out another black cloth from his ring.

"Hehe, don't worry, I have a second treasure to auction."

The people in the seats and private rooms were stunned.

That familiar black cloth...

That familiar size...

Everyone suddenly craned their necks, shocked.

"N-no way?"

Then, Xu Xiaoshou on the high stage flung the black cloth aside, revealing another dark token in his hand.

"Ta-da!"

After a few dramatic sounds, Xu Xiaoshou lifted the black token and shook it: "Hehe, didn't expect it? I have a second Xuankong Ling!"

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

In Private Room 13, Leng Qi held the brand-new Xuankong Ling, his joy not yet fully shown, when his expression instantly stiffened.

Xiu Mingyue in Private Room 7 had been stroking her zither with one hand, looking somewhat disinterested, but now her beautiful eyes widened in shock.

In the background, Ye Mao, Nangong Yin, and Yuan Haisheng were completely dumbfounded.

In the private room, Cheng Ji and Chu Lisheng abruptly stood up.

The entire crowd's jaws dropped, everyone's faces etched with disbelief.

"Damn!"

"A third Xuankong Ling?"

"Is this real? He has another one? This has to be a joke!"

With the second Xuankong Ling revealed, the several hundred people in the venue collectively broke down.

Was he the supplier of Xuankong Lings? Where did he get so many? This one—did he dig it up too?

"Shocked, passive value: 412."

"Under scrutiny, passive value: 462."

"Speculated about, passive value: 233."

The information panel flashed wildly.

Xu Xiaoshou glanced around the venue and chuckled, his eyes settling on Private Room 1 as he explained: "Yes, everyone, you're not seeing things. This is also a Xuankong Ling."

He pondered for a moment before adding: "You might not believe it, but I really don't care about this so-called 'Fēngshèng Daogu,' so I plan to sell all the Xuankong Lings I've dug up."

Suddenly, someone in the audience let out a heavy sigh. At that moment, people truly felt that this semi-saint heir was overwhelmingly powerful.

Digging up two Xuankong Lings at once. And he really didn't care about the legendary "Shèng Mì Zhī Dì," planning to auction them all off.

"I'm impressed!"

"This luck is unbeatable!"

Private Room 1 remained silent. Seeing that Shēngshén Hall didn't question it, Xu Xiaoshou raised an eyebrow under his beast mask and didn't explain further.

He suppressed the restless crowd and shrugged: "Starting bid: one hundred and twenty billion. Let the auction begin!"

One hundred and twenty billion... As expected, true to his style, the starting bid had gone up again...

Now, everyone's heads ached. Ye Mao, why on earth did you invite such a person?

Though the auction didn't restrict starting bids as long as they were reasonable and justifiable, but bids multiplying like this... who could handle it?

"One hundred and twenty billion!"

While everyone was still reeling from the shock, a gritted voice came from Private Room 13.

Leng Qi had gone mad! In the private room, he'd smashed everything he could.

What was the point of spending one hundred and twenty billion on the second Xuankong Ling? The point was that it was supposed to be the "last one"! Only by being the sole force with all Xuankong Lings could Dasheng Tianzong achieve true monopoly. Then, with some promotion, the value of the Xuankong Lings could double.

But... just as everyone thought that was the last one, this detestable Young Master Xu pulled out another! If he didn't secure this one, Dasheng Tianzong's so-called "monopoly" would be a joke!

Leng Qi was truly losing it. Despite Grand Elder Ding Kui's repeated dissuasion, he was determined to sell off part of his assets to get this third Xuankong Ling too.

"Wow!"

Xu Xiaoshou on the high stage perked up at the sound: "Here they come! They're here! Private Room 13 is back with their dominating aura and spirit crystals."

"Anyone dare to respond?"

Though he said "anyone," his gaze shifted to Private Room 7. Everyone turned their heads in unison, quite comically.

This time, Guiyin Pavilion had no intention of letting it go. With two Xuankong Lings, Dasheng Tianzong could sell them later and at least break even, maybe even profit.

But with three, Dasheng Tianzong could potentially attract a Taixu expert to oversee their force. After all, when the slim "Fēngshèng Daogu" chance was multiplied by three, it might no longer be so slim!

"One hundred and thirty billion." Private Room 7 bid.

But this time, it wasn't just Guiyin Pavilion who realized this. No sooner had the words fallen than other forces bid higher:

"One hundred and thirty-five billion." That was Private Room 88, a new force joining the fray.

"One hundred and thirty-seven billion." Then Private Room 62 bid.

"One hundred and thirty-eight billion." Another was tempted.

"One hundred and forty..."

"One hundred and fifty billion!" Guiyin Pavilion struck forcefully, overshadowing all voices.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked. When these great forces went all out, they really treated money like dirt?

"One hundred and sixty billion!" At that moment, Leng Qi gritted his teeth and bid again.

But as soon as he spoke, Guiyin Pavilion's voice followed: "One hundred and sixty-five billion."

Leng Qi was furious: "One hundred and sixty-eight..."

Mo Qing, under the Pavilion Master's instruction, hesitantly raised his sign: "One hundred and seventy..."

Leng Qi outbid aggressively: "One hundred and eighty billion!"

Whoa—

The venue could only murmur in astonishment. At that point, everyone calculated that Private Room 13's total expenditure for the auction might have reached a thousand billion.

A thousand billion... Who besides a dominant force could afford that?

They've all gone mad!

In Private Room 7, Mo Qing pursed his lips and shook his head gently at the woman before him, indicating they couldn't keep up. Not just the spirit crystals—they couldn't handle his old heart either.

Xiu Mingyue laughed lightly: "Leng Qi has really lost it! How much property does he have to sell to recover? If this Young Master Xu pulls out another Xuankong Ling, I'd say he could drop dead on the spot."

"That won't happen..." Mo Qing shivered, quickly banishing the terrifying thought from his mind. "If he had three Xuankong Lings, Shēngshén Hall would have come for him first."

Xiu Mingyue placed her slender hand on the zither strings, seemingly deep in thought, and replied softly: "True."

Mo Qing asked: "So, for us..."

"No more bids," Xiu Mingyue shook her head. "Let them have it. Other forces will likely band together to resist Dasheng Tianzong afterward. Only Leng Qi is blinded by it all—he hasn't realized yet."

The silence from Private Room 7. The frenzy from Private Room 13.

Ding Kui was desperately trying to stop him, but Leng Qi wouldn't listen.

He didn't believe Young Master Xu had a third Xuankong Ling. And he didn't believe that, faced with such profit, other forces would resist the temptation.

This was an opportunity! An opportunity for Dasheng Tianzong to swallow others and achieve unification. The cost now, no matter how great, was nothing compared to the future. Even if unification failed, with some time, Dasheng Tianzong could recover fully.

So, securing this "true last" Xuankong Ling... was worth it!

"One hundred and eighty billion, three times—sold."

On the high stage, Xu Xiaoshou finalized the deal with his gavel. With no one else bidding, he knew Dasheng Tianzong had won again.

What a pity... They probably thought Xu Xiaoshou was out.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou found it amusing and lingered on the stage, while everyone subtly anticipated more.

Once the attendant returned the spirit crystal card, Xu Xiaoshou on the high stage lifted his gavel and knocked three times: thud, thud, thud.

"Everyone, pay attention!"

"Maybe it's hard for you all to believe—honestly, I don't believe it either—but it's absolutely true..."

Xu Xiaoshou drew out his words.

In Private Room 1, Cheng Ji clenched his fists and pressed against the window.

In Private Room 7, Xiu Mingyue stood up with her ancient zither, her beautiful eyes wide, red lips parted under the veil.

In Private Room 13, Leng Qi clutched the "true last" Xuankong Ling, feeling a twinge of pain mixed with relief of "thank goodness," but upon hearing this, he staggered and collapsed to the ground.

The entire venue watched intently. It seemed everyone was expecting Young Master Xu on the stage to pull out something else.

"Expected, passive value: 462."

"Resisted, passive value: 2."

Xu Xiaoshou took a long, deep breath and, not disappointing them, pulled another black cloth from his ring and flung it open.

—Another token!

"Pfft!"

Leng Qi's eyes bulged red, blood rushing to his heart as he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Xu Xiaoshou on the high stage couldn't see any of that and waved his hand excitedly, stomping his foot as he declared:

"That's right, everyone, you're not seeing things—please believe your eyes!"

"Back then, when I dug that pit, damn it... there were actually three tokens! Three of them! If I hadn't dug them up myself, who would believe it?"

"I don't even believe it myself!"