Chapter 1175: Purple Sun Heavenly Thunder

Chapter 1175: Ziyang Tianlei

"Ziyang Tianlei originates from divine punishment and is a creation of heaven." Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Changshan Zhenren suspended the pearl in mid-air. Even though it was sealed, the heavenly thunder within still overflowed with a domineering power.

"The starting bid is one million. Bidding begins now." Changshan Zhenren spoke in an ethereal tone.

"One million one hundred thousand."

"One million five hundred thousand."

"I'll bid two million." Hua Tian Laozu made another aggressive move, but it was quickly overshadowed by waves of competing bids.

The auction was intensely heated, and in just over ten breaths, the Ziyang Tianlei, which started at one million, reached a high of four million. This price made many bidders instantly back down.

Even Zhunsheng cultivators hesitated at this point; four million yuan stones were beyond what even they could sustain.

Many shook their heads in resignation: heavenly thunder might be valuable, but you needed the money to bid on it.

On the stage, Changshan Zhenren stood gracefully and couldn't help but glance at the private room where Hua Tiandu was seated. As a Zhunsheng from the Tianfu Shen Chao, he knew well how important the heavenly thunder was to Hua Tiandu.

Hua Tiandu appeared relaxed, maintaining his composure with a playful and mocking expression.

Changshan Zhenren withdrew his gaze and surveyed the audience below, smiling warmly. "Is there anyone else willing to raise the bid?"

"I'll bid five hundred thousand." No sooner had Changshan Zhenren spoken than a middle-aged man in python robes made his offer, his voice carrying a thick, domineering aura that marked him as a Zhunsheng.

"This is the divine son's treasure—how dare you snatch it?" Hua Tiandu's voice rang out coldly, echoing through the hall.

"I... I'll withdraw." The man in python robes immediately gave up, for even as a Zhunsheng, he feared the power of the Tianfu Shen Chao. Heavenly thunder was desirable, but only if you lived to enjoy it.

"Now it's settled." Those still contemplating bids quickly dismissed the idea.

"The divine son of the Shen Chao bids five hundred thousand. Is there anyone to raise it?" Changshan Zhenren scanned the crowd below.

"Elder, you can move on to the next item." Hua Tiandu's mocking laughter came from his private room, his arrogance infuriating the audience, though no one dared speak out against the might of the Tianfu Shen Chao.

"In that case, the Ziyang Tianlei goes to the divine son of the Shen Chao."

"Six hundred thousand." Before Changshan Zhenren could finish, an ethereal voice interrupted.

"Lingxiao Gong has made a bid." Many sat up straight, exchanging knowing glances toward the Lingxiao Gong private room.

"This is going to be interesting." Excitement gleamed in many eyes. Earlier, when Lingxiao Gong bid on the Jiuqiao Shenlu, Hua Tiandu had interfered; now that he wanted the Ziyang Tianlei, it was no surprise Lingxiao Gong would stir things up.

"Ye Chen." Hua Tiandu rose from his couch, his face icy cold.

"Divine son, you're so generous—could you let me have this heavenly thunder?" Ye Chen smiled leisurely.

"We'll see if you have the ability." Hua Tiandu snorted coldly. "I'll bid seven hundred thousand."

"Eight hundred thousand." Ye Chen responded as soon as Hua Tiandu finished.

"Nine hundred thousand." Hua Tiandu snapped.

"One million."

"One million one hundred thousand."

"These two are at it again." Below, people clicked their tongues in amazement, watching as the bids climbed by a million each time, as if yuan stones meant nothing to them—perhaps only these two could afford such nonchalance.

"Keep going, raise it more." Many rubbed their hands, eager for a more thrilling showdown.

"One million two hundred thousand." Hua Tiandu's voice was ice-cold.

"Beat you by a million—one million three hundred thousand." Ye Chen replied casually, eyeing his opponent with interest.

"One million five hundred thousand." Hua Tiandu roared, skipping straight past one million four hundred thousand and adding two hundred thousand at once. He glared coldly across the room. "Go on, raise it! Keep raising it!"

"Two million." Ye Chen stretched his neck comfortably.

"Hiss!" The crowd below drew in sharp breaths.

"I thought Hua Tiandu's jump of two hundred thousand was bold, but this one's even more impressive."

"Where did Bi Bo find such a male cultivator? Jumping by five hundred thousand in one go—he's not just rich, he's extraordinarily so!" All eyes turned to Ye Chen's private room, speculating about his identity.

"Ye Chen." Hua Tiandu's face twisted in fury, grinding his teeth as if ready to kill.

"Bidding is about skill, my friend—don't let it get to your health." Ye Chen's laughter carried a teasing tone.

"Good, very good." Hua Tiandu laughed through his anger. "I'll bid two million one hundred thousand."

"Divine son, what audacity—the heavenly thunder is yours. Take it home and make soup with it!" Ye Chen immediately withdrew his bid, but not without a final sarcastic remark.

"Two million one hundred thousand—truly wealthy." Below, murmurs of admiration and astonishment rippled through the crowd.

"That's karma for you."

"Earlier, you made Lingxiao Gong pay an extra million—now you're getting payback. Forced to add one million five hundred thousand more, and all because of your arrogance." Someone chuckled coldly, feeling a secret thrill.

"Lingxiao Gong played that beautifully."

"How entertaining." The Guihuang Shenzi laughed mockingly, his eyes flashing with a violent glint.

"You... you're crazy!" In their private room, Bi You stared at Ye Chen, her heart pounding.

"Why do you say that?" Ye Chen smiled.

"What if he backs out midway? Do you have that much money for the auction house?"

"Bi You, you're underestimating me." Ye Chen chuckled lightly. "I'm a master at this sort of thing. I wouldn't make a move without full confidence—and besides, he started it."

"Always so thrilling." Bi You still felt a bit uneasy.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ye Chen smiled again. In this auction, he had secretly cheated by using Zhou Tian evolution to calculate Hua Tiandu's bottom-line price, turning the tables brilliantly.

"Kill, kill, kill." Meanwhile, Hua Tiandu was ranting like a mad dog. If not for being in the auction house, he would have charged over. Losing an extra one million five hundred thousand was a humiliation he'd never faced.

"Divine son, calm down—money is just a worldly possession." The elder in purple robes hurriedly advised.

"Get out!" Hua Tiandu shouted in rage. "Find me ten female cultivators, right now!"

"Understood." The elder in purple robes rushed out.

"The Linglong Bao Wang Ta, forged from Chiyan Xianjin and infused with phoenix blood." The auction continued below as Changshan Zhenren held up a small tower, an extraordinary artifact radiating immortal light. The divine pearls embedded in it sparkled brilliantly.

"What a treasure, absolutely a treasure." The crowd's eyes lit up.

"Infused with phoenix blood? That's a bit of an exaggeration." Some senior cultivators shook their heads with a smile.

"Still, it's quite remarkable."

"The starting bid is fifty thousand. Bidding begins now." Amid the discussions, Changshan Zhenren smiled warmly.

"Sixty thousand."

"I'll bid seventy thousand."

"Eighty thousand."

No sooner had Changshan Zhenren spoken than the price of the Linglong Bao Wang Ta soared, with bidding fierce and enthusiastic.

However, compared to the earlier contest between Ye Chen and Hua Tiandu, this felt almost like child's play. Even now, many were still relishing the excitement, marveling at the vast difference in their bidding styles.

In the end, the Linglong Bao Wang Ta was won by a Zhunsheng for one million three hundred thousand, bringing that round of bidding to a close.