Chapter 1415: I'm Adding

Chapter 1415: I Add

That small cauldron was quite extraordinary. In the auction hall, exclamations of surprise rose one after another, as the bidders all gazed at the small cauldron, many of them sharp-eyed experts who could tell it was no ordinary item.

"The treasures from Dong Huang Gu Cheng's auctions are never simple," most people thought. Regardless of what it was, they were determined to bid fiercely, knowing it had to be something valuable.

"The starting price is three million. Bidding begins now," the white-haired elder announced amid the discussions.

"Four million."

"I'll raise it by one million: five million."

"This old man bids six million."

No sooner had the white-haired elder spoken than bids erupted from below.

Moreover, the price of the small cauldron kept climbing rapidly. In just a dozen breaths, the cost of that modest cauldron had soared from an initial three million to ten million, with the increases coming at a ferocious pace.

By this point, Ye Chen had emerged from his private room. He took advantage of the moment when the purple-haired youth and the bald old man were unsealed to join the fray. He was dead set on getting that small cauldron, as it was the cauldron from Mo Yuan.

As for why he came down, it was to avoid causing trouble for Dan Zun Hall. Once someone targeted him, it would lead to endless nonsense. Down here, with so many people and mixed eyes, who could tell friend from foe?

He found a corner and added another layer of concealment technique, then simply focused on sipping from his wine flask. The bidding was heating up now, but it was mostly small fry involved—the real heavyweights would come later.

He had already used Zhou Tian evolution to calculate that many people had their eyes on this cauldron, and he had figured out their limits. In short, without at least ninety million yuan shi, there was no chance.

As he thought this, he glanced at a few private rooms—those belonged to Feng Huang Shen Zi, Yao Zu Shen Zi, and Shen Zu Shen Zi. The so-called heavyweights were referring to them, and he was just waiting for the final showdown.

One could imagine how spectacular it would be when the three godlings competed. Ironically, at the Yao Chi Sheng Hui, the three had united against him, and soon they would be fiercely battling each other.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished thinking, Yao Zu Shen Zi made his move, raising the bid by one million in a single go.

With that bid, over ninety percent of the people in the hall fell silent. Not only was the price alarmingly high, but the sheer might of the Yao Zu was enough to make anyone catch their breath.

However, Yao Zu Shen Zi wasn't without rivals. Feng Huang Shen Zi jumped in to compete, beastly raising it by another million and pushing the small cauldron's price to a new peak.

Shen Zu Shen Zi wasn't idle either, showing great boldness by adding one million yuan shi in one fell swoop.

At that, the auction hall grew quiet, with no one else daring to bid against the three godlings. It wasn't about lacking funds—it was about not wanting to risk total annihilation. Anyone who won this small cauldron today might have their entire clan wiped out tomorrow.

"You two, care to raise?" Shen Zu Shen Zi said with a sinister laugh, glancing at Yao Zu Shen Zi and Feng Huang Shen Zi. "If not, this small cauldron will be ours from the Shen Zu."

"Since you're so eager today, this godling will oblige." Feng Huang Shen Zi smirked playfully. "Six million is nothing—my Feng Huang clan can afford it. I'll raise you by one million."

"Don't think the Yao Zu is just for show." Yao Zu Shen Zi chuckled mockingly, his voice echoing through the hall. "It's worth this price. I'll raise you by one million: eight million yuan shi."

"The Shen Zu bids nine million yuan shi." Under everyone's watchful eyes, Shen Zu Shen Zi raised again, then shot a provocative look at Feng Huang Shen Zi and Yao Zu Shen Zi.

"These three must be crazy!" The hall erupted in chatter. "In this old man's view, that small cauldron is worth at most three million yuan shi, but they've driven it up to nine million. What a waste of money!"

"There's no helping it—they have deep backing and can afford to be reckless." Someone sighed. "We can't compare."

"Nine million—does anyone wish to raise?" The white-haired elder hosting the auction ignored the lower bidders and looked straight at the private rooms of the Yao Zu and Feng Huang clans—perhaps only they would dare to continue.

"No raise." Yao Zu Shen Zi replied coldly, his gaze toward Shen Zu Shen Zi filled with chill.

"No raise." Feng Huang Shen Zi took a deep breath, his tone growing even colder.

"In that case, I thank you both." Shen Zu Shen Zi was full of himself, his laughter ringing through the auction hall. Today, he had certainly stolen the show, leaving the other two godlings unable to hold their heads high.

"I raise." Just as Shen Zu Shen Zi was basking in triumph, a lazy voice came from the corner—it was Ye Chen. The decisive moment had arrived; he only needed to outbid Shen Zu Shen Zi.

"Who is this?" Ye Chen's words drew attention from all sides, with countless Da Sheng experts fixing their gazes on him, scrutinizing him closely, their brows furrowing deeper the more they looked.

"Can't see his true face, can't discern his bloodline." Someone said. "One thing's for sure—his cultivation is Zhun Sheng. Could he be another godling from a major sacred land or ancient sect?"

"Daring to compete with Shen Zu Shen Zi, he must be no ordinary figure." Many old veterans stroked their beards. "This auction is turning out to be unexpectedly thrilling—there's even a dark horse."

"This is getting interesting." Feng Huang Shen Zi and Yao Zu Shen Zi both leaned forward to look, feeling a bit smug inside. Shen Zu Shen Zi had embarrassed them, and now he had a formidable opponent.

"Nine million and ten thousand." Ye Chen spoke up, adding just ten thousand yuan shi to the price.

"Young friend, the minimum raise is ten thousand." The white-haired elder smiled warmly, also trying to size up Ye Chen. However, even with his Da Sheng cultivation, he couldn't see through him and only knew he was a Zhun Sheng.

"Then nine million and ten thousand it is." Ye Chen smiled slightly. "This price is quite fair."

"Daring to compete with my Shen Zu—you can't be some nobody. State your name." Shen Zu Shen Zi's face darkened as he stood at the window of his private room, staring coldly at Ye Chen below.

"State my name?" Ye Chen was amused. "Am I out of my mind? If I reveal my name today, I'd be wiped out tomorrow. I don't fancy being hunted across the world."

"Good, very good." Shen Zu Shen Zi laughed menacingly. "My Shen Zu bids nine million one hundred thousand."

"I'll raise you by ten thousand."

"Nine million five hundred thousand."

"I'll raise you by ten thousand."

"Nine million six hundred thousand."

"I'll raise you by ten thousand."

"This guy's really pushing it!" Listening to the back-and-forth, the old veterans all gave Ye Chen a meaningful look. Each time, he only raised by ten thousand—this was bound to frustrate anyone to the point of internal injury.

"I'm set on this." Ye Chen ignored the stares from all around and just kept his head down, drinking. He had plenty of money, and with Zhou Tian evolution on his side, there was no reason he wouldn't win this bid.

"This young friend has bid nine million six hundred and ten thousand. Any further raises?" The white-haired elder announced calmly, his eyes fixed solely on Shen Zu Shen Zi's private room.

"Raise—my Shen Zu bids nine million—" Shen Zu Shen Zi leapt up in fury, but before he could finish, the two elders behind him grabbed him. "Godling, don't forget our purpose here."

At the mention of their purpose, Shen Zu Shen Zi snapped back to his senses and even used a Shen Zu secret technique to steady his mind. That was why he was a Shen Zu godling—angry as he was, he calmed down quickly.

Seeing Shen Zu Shen Zi regain his composure, the two elders breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward, spotting Ye Chen accurately in the crowd. They said coldly, "My Shen Zu withdraws."

"Thank you for yielding, seniors." Ye Chen also exhaled in relief, securing another small cauldron.

"Any further bids?" The white-haired elder asked again, scanning the hall.

"Want to bid, but no funds." Many people coughed awkwardly. Nine million six hundred and ten thousand yuan shi was a sky-high price—even if they wanted the small cauldron, they needed the yuan shi to back it up.

"In that case, this small cauldron belongs to that young friend." The white-haired elder declared the final result.

"The Saint Lord's move is truly bold." In Dan Zun Hall, the purple-haired youth and the bald old man, now free of their memory seals, both marveled in awe. "Even the Shen Zu was outbid."

"Investigate him." In the Shen Zu's private room, Shen Zu Shen Zi said coldly, his eyes on Ye Chen filled with a frosty glare. "Mess with my Shen Zu, and you'll pay in blood."

Little did he know, if Ye Chen removed his mask right then, he might have been so furious he'd spit blood on the spot.

Back at the Yao Chi Sheng Hui, Ye Chen had defeated him, costing him all face, and he'd been itching for revenge. But Ye Chen had vanished like smoke, leaving him with pent-up rage and no outlet.

Today, he'd lost face again. If he knew it was Ye Chen, he might have lost his mind on the spot, bidding wildly no matter the cost, just to vent his anger.