Chapter 1177: God of Traps

Boom!

The moment Ye Chen finished speaking, a thunderous boom erupted from Hua Tiandu’s private room. Fortunately, the room was extremely sturdy, or Hua Tiandu’s punch would have created a massive hole.

Seeing this, the cultivators below burst into raucous laughter.

Chang Shan Zhenren cleared his throat lightly. Although Tianfu Shen Chao had suffered losses, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. He had long been unhappy with Hua Tiandu, and seeing him publicly humiliated brought him a hint of pleasure.

With that thought, Chang Shan Zhenren waved his hand and presented the next auction item.

Wow!

As soon as the item appeared, many people below started rubbing their eyes, as if blinded by a powerful light.

Upon closer inspection, what Chang Shan Zhenren held was a ling zhu.

The ling zhu emitted a dazzling golden radiance, incredibly brilliant. Everyone present, except for the quasi-saints, found it difficult to open their eyes, while the quasi-saints narrowed their eyes and stared intently at the ling zhu.

Seeing this, Chang Shan Zhenren smiled slightly and dispelled the ling zhu’s glow. He announced, "This is a Fo Tuo She Li, formed after the passing of a highly enlightened monk. It contains the essence of Buddhist zen and profound dao insights."

"It's actually a she li."

"No wonder it's so dazzling."

In the private room, the elder in purple robes tentatively glanced at the furious Hua Tiandu and suggested, "Shen Zi, this she li is no ordinary item. Why not use it to lure Ye Chen into a trap? Just ensure the timing is right."

"I have my own plans."

"Starting bid: fifty thousand yuan shi. Bidding begins now."

As soon as Chang Shan Zhenren finished speaking, Hua Tiandu spoke up.

"One hundred thousand yuan shi."

He added, while glancing at the private room opposite, "Dao You, you acquired the last two treasures. How about letting me have this one?"

"I am quite fond of this she li myself, so I’m afraid I cannot concede."

Ye Chen replied with a leisurely smile.

"Are you truly determined to oppose me?"

Hua Tiandu feigned an angry shout, attempting to bait Ye Chen, just as Ye Chen had done earlier.

"This is an auction—the highest bidder wins."

Ye Chen smiled.

"I'll add one hundred thousand to your bid. Two hundred thousand yuan shi."

"Three hundred thousand yuan shi."

Hua Tiandu's angry voice echoed, his acting skills on full display.

"Five hundred thousand yuan shi."

Ye Chen responded with a cold retort, raising the bid by two hundred thousand yuan shi at once, signaling his determination to win.

"Six hundred thousand yuan shi."

"Eight hundred thousand yuan shi."

"One million yuan shi."

"One million two hundred thousand yuan shi."

"Oh my goodness!"

The crowd below erupted. They had been bidding in increments of one hundred thousand yuan shi before, but now the bids were escalating wildly, with jumps of two hundred thousand yuan shi. It was clear why they said the major powers were incredibly daring.

"Shen Zi, if he bids higher, do not follow."

The elder in purple robes reminded Hua Tiandu.

"Do I need you to remind me?"

Hua Tiandu snorted coldly.

"Young friend, do you wish to bid higher?"

Chang Shan Zhenren looked towards Ye Chen’s private room.

"Your Shen Zi can have it—he has the wealth."

As soon as Ye Chen spoke, the sound of someone spitting blood came from Hua Tiandu’s private room. No one knew if it was due to karmic retribution for his misdeeds or pure rage. His face contorted like a demon's, and the trap he had set for Ye Chen had backfired, burying himself completely without a trace.

This old man calculates: This is a case of attempting to coerce someone but ending up as the victim.

This old man calculates: That is a true pit god.

This old man calculates: Everyone is feeling quite pleased internally.

Upon hearing that Hua Tiandu had vomited blood, the restless old men below resumed their roles as fortune-tellers. Each stroked their beard thoughtfully and pinched their fingers meaningfully.

As for the younger cultivators, they all sighed in admiration while looking at Ye Chen's private room. He had mastered the art of ensnaring others, targeting one person relentlessly and succeeding every time.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Hua Tiandu roared like a mad dog, his killing intent towards Ye Chen reaching an uncontrollable peak. As the Shen Zi of Shen Chao, being repeatedly outmaneuvered in public was an utter humiliation.

Try fighting me!

In his private room, Ye Chen sneered at the private room opposite.

With his Zhou Tian Evolution technique, he was always one step ahead, knowing full well that Hua Tiandu was trying to lure him into a trap. That's why he played along, turning the tables and catching Hua Tiandu completely off guard.

In the shadows, the elders of Tianfu Shen Chao had dark expressions. After all, he was their Shen Zi, and he had been tricked three times in a row, losing nearly three million yuan shi.

Chang Shan Zhenren's face was also grim, although deep down, he still felt that slight sense of satisfaction.

The auction continued!

Chang Shan Zhenren began to present more treasures.

However, what followed in the auction was quite peculiar.

A strange phenomenon occurred: whenever a treasure was put up for bid, Ye Chen and Hua Tiandu were always involved. If Ye Chen bid, Hua Tiandu would jump in; if Hua Tiandu bid, Ye Chen would disrupt it.

The two went at it fiercely, not missing a single round.

As a result, the tens of thousands of bidders in the vast auction hall seemed like mere spectators.

"I've figured it out—Ye Chen and Hua Tiandu truly have a deep-seated grudge."

"This won't end until the end of time!"

The entire auction hall was filled with sighs and murmurs. The gazes directed towards Lingxiao Palace's private room were full of admiration. The person inside was a master, going toe-to-toe with Hua Tiandu in dozens of rounds and ensuring he lost every one. Someone even tallied it up—at least nine million yuan shi down the drain.

What a spectacle today!

A true pit god!

Even the quasi-saints were amazed. Having attended auctions for hundreds or thousands of years, they had never seen anyone ensnare others so effectively.

Ugh!

In the Shen Chao private room, Hua Tiandu vomited blood again, so unsteady he could barely stand. He was truly furious, refusing to believe he couldn't win a single time. As the Shen Zi of Shen Chao, he had been cornered to the point of internal injury.

In contrast, Ye Chen in the private room opposite was completely composed.

I have my tricks—come at me again if you don't believe it.

Biyou was smiling radiantly, unaware that Ye Chen possessed such abilities. She had watched every round closely, and Ye Chen was like a brilliant general, victorious in every battle.

Tianfu Shen Chao could no longer sit still!

Biyou smiled and motioned for Ye Chen to look below.

Ye Chen glanced down and saw two Shen Chao elders approaching.

Boom!

Soon, the door to the Shen Chao private room was kicked open. The two elders entered, so angry they bypassed formalities and slapped Hua Tiandu across the face, leaving his head ringing.

The Shen Zi of Tianfu Shen Chao not only harassed female cultivators in the auction hall but also brazenly used Shen Chao's funds for personal vendettas. Fine, have your feud, but win at least once, damn it!

Tianfu Shen Chao's face was completely lost. If Hua Tiandu weren't the Shen Zi, the two elders might have struck him dead on the spot.

This time, Hua Tiandu quieted down, confined to the private room, although his anger and killing intent remained unchecked.

With Hua Tiandu subdued, the entire auction hall fell silent.

The auction wasn't over yet. After glancing at the Shen Chao and Lingxiao Palace private rooms, Chang Shan Zhenren continued by waving out the next item.

Just as everyone was still relishing the excitement, a bronze furnace appeared in Chang Shan Zhenren's hand.

Buzz!

As soon as the bronze furnace emerged, it trembled with a buzz, radiating divine light and thunder. Though it was an imperial-level artifact, it seemed to unleash power stronger than a quasi-saint weapon.

Dun Jia Tian Zi!

In the private room, Ye Chen’s eyes flashed with a sharp gleam as he stared fixedly at the bronze furnace—more precisely, at the three ancient golden characters engraved on it. Were they really Dun Jia Tian Zi?