Chapter 2005: A World-Shocking Gamble

Ye Chen's words caused the bidders present to collectively turn around, each with eyes shining brightly.

"Too focused on the Hong Huang bidding, we almost forgot about the pit master."

"This is going to be a show. With the pit master making a move, it's bound to be thrilling."

"Two hundred billion and ten million now, and still raising the price—who exactly is this pit master?"

"Looks like some wealthy local."

"You brat, do you even have that much money?" The skinny old man tugged at Ye Chen. "If Gui Ji the Quasi-Emperor drops out, and you can't come up with that many yuan shi, You Ming Ge will turn you to ashes."

"We've got money." Ye Chen shrugged.

"Good, very good." Gui Ji laughed in anger.

"Any further bids?" You Ming the Elder said calmly, stirring the emperor weapon, letting its emperor might flow out to firmly suppress You Ming Ge, preventing Gui Ji from lashing out in desperation and harming Ye Chen.

"I'll bid." Gui Ji bared his fangs, saying coldly, "Two hundred and five billion."

"Raise you ten million."

"Two hundred and ten billion."

"Raise you ten million."

The two exchanged words rapidly, neither backing down.

For some reason, listening to their bidding, everyone present felt a sense of déjà vu. Earlier, when Gui Ji bid against Tao Tie, no matter how much Tao Tie raised, Gui Ji only added ten million each time. Now, the situation was strikingly similar—whatever Gui Ji raised, Ye Chen only added ten million, and without a hint of fear, his expression utterly relaxed.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.

Ye Chen was exactly like that at the moment, bearing the Zhoutian, able to peer into one's state of mind. He had already calculated Gui Ji's limit, so as long as he didn't exceed that line in bidding for the immortal gold, he could raise freely.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept through You Ming Ge.

The bidders on site couldn't help but shiver—it wasn't just a cold wind, but Gui Ji's killing intent.

That guy's face had become extremely ferocious.

If not for the ongoing auction and the nine emperor weapons holding him down, he would have already struck Ye Chen with a palm.

"Any further bids?" You Ming the Elder glanced at Gui Ji.

"I'll bid." Gui Ji gritted his teeth. "Two hundred and fifty billion."

"Raise you ten million." Ye Chen said casually.

His words stirred up waves again, causing an uproar in the auction hall.

If you listened closely, you could even hear the pounding heartbeats.

It was just that the immortal gold's price had been driven too high, and Ye Chen's boldness was extraordinary. After all, if Gui Ji dropped out, that would mean paying over two hundred billion yuan shi!

Of course, the undying immortal gold was precious, but yuan shi was money too!

This was a shocking world-class gamble.

"Take it easy." Even You Ming the Elder couldn't stay calm anymore, hurriedly sending a message to Ye Chen, afraid he might get struck down. Being a shill was fine, but no need to be so dedicated!

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Ye Chen smiled.

Opposite him, Gui Ji's blood-red eyes flashed with a cold light, his greenish eyes sinister and terrifying. The icy killing intent surged again, condensing into a killing sword that shot toward Ye Chen through the air.

Ye Chen ignored it, not moving an inch.

He didn't need to move—this was You Ming Ge, guarded by nine emperor weapons, so it wouldn't let Gui Ji act so recklessly.

Sure enough, the killing sword vanished before it could reach Ye Chen.

You Ming the Elder had acted, stirring the emperor weapon to crush the killing sword and suppress Gui Ji along with it. The mighty Hong Huang Quasi-Emperor was forced to his divine body cracking under the nine emperor weapons.

Thud!

Gui Ji spat blood, his face deathly pale.

"If you want to die, just say so." You Ming the Elder snorted coldly, full of dominance.

This time, Gui Ji behaved, coughing up blood in large mouthfuls. He could clearly sense You Ming the Elder's killing intent and was certain that if he dared to act rashly again, he'd be obliterated by the nine emperor soldiers in the next instant.

Not only did he behave, but the Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors did too.

Nine ultimate emperor weapons weren't a joke, and You Ming the Elder wasn't kidding around. It was best to play it safe for everyone—if anyone caused trouble, the consequences would be severe. After all, this wasn't their territory, and they hadn't brought any emperor weapons when they came.

With the Hong Huang side behaving, the human cultivators were even more subdued.

Not exaggerating, the cultivators of the various heavens didn't even dare breathe loudly, afraid the nine emperor weapons might misfire.

The only one unfazed in the room was Ye Chen.

He was the real oddball, propping his chin with one hand as if nothing had happened. This level of composure left the elders sighing in admiration—unmoving like a mountain, impossible to discern his ups and downs. It described Ye Chen perfectly.

The atmosphere became extremely oppressive, the air almost solidifying.

"Any further bids?" After about ten breaths, You Ming the Elder finally spoke, his words ethereal and authoritative, breaking the silence of the auction hall. His ancient, still eyes fixed only on Gui Ji the Quasi-Emperor.

"I'll bid." Gui Ji roared lowly. "Three hundred billion."

Gulp!

Hearing that price, the human cultivators secretly swallowed hard.

Three hundred billion yuan shi was beyond imagination. Even a Quasi-Emperor who had cultivated for thousands of years might not have seen that much money. They could only listen—it was something they didn't dare say aloud, fearing they'd bite their tongues.

After a few moments of silence, all eyes turned to Ye Chen again.

What they saw was Ye Chen waving his hand, his gesture clearly meaning one thing: I'm dropping out.

Seeing this, the human cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, drop out—don't raise anymore. Our hearts can't take it.

On stage, You Ming the Elder also sighed in relief, afraid Ye Chen would bid again. If he provoked Gui Ji to drop out, that would be absurd.

Being a shill was about making a point, not digging to the death!

But how could he know that Gui Ji the Quasi-Emperor's limit was exactly three hundred billion? If it had been four or five hundred billion, with Ye Chen's style, he would have taken the pit master and shill roles all the way.

"Still, Hong Huang is rich. We can't compare." Ye Chen sighed.

Thud!

Gui Ji the Quasi-Emperor spat blood again, nearly collapsing to the ground. He didn't know if it was from injury or rage. He had thought two hundred billion would secure the undying immortal gold, but after going back and forth, he'd spent an extra hundred billion. That amount of yuan shi could equip an entire army.

At that moment, he finally realized Ye Chen was pitting him, costing him a hundred billion.

At that moment, even the other Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors cast pitying glances. Getting pitted for a hundred billion—you've really brought honor to Hong Huang. You're the first in history to do so.

Impressive!

Compared to the Hong Huang side, the human cultivators looked at Ye Chen with full awe.

The pit master—he was truly a pit master.

"The You Ming auction ends here. Fellow daoists may proceed to the back hall to collect your treasures." You Ming the Elder's words echoed, ethereal and authoritative, resonating through You Ming Ge.

As he spoke, the bidders rose one after another, all still savoring the excitement.

Ye Chen didn't move, still sitting there drinking. He wasn't in a hurry to get his items—he'd wait until the end. There were still many things to discuss with You Ming the Elder, like the commission and the secrets of You Ming Continent.

"You'll die a horrible death." A cold voice rang in his ear.

That was from Gui Ji, and the Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors too. It wasn't a threat—it was raw killing intent. Gui Ji had been pitted, and so had they. As Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors, how could they swallow that?

"I'm waiting." Ye Chen sneered, the emperor of Da Chu, not backing down at all.

The Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors snorted coldly and turned to leave, heading to the back hall.

Among them, Gui Ji left the fastest. As the winner of the immortal gold, he was in the spotlight and couldn't stay long. These were chaotic times, and even a Hong Huang Quasi-Emperor could be robbed.

He left quickly, and the Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors followed just as fast.

These Quasi-Emperors had already decided—they'd rob the undying immortal gold.

If they couldn't bid for it, they'd snatch it.

"The old man calculates that once we leave You Ming Continent, there will be a bloodbath." The skinny old man said meaningfully. He wasn't foolish; he could see what was happening. The Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors were about to clash.

"If there's an emperor weapon, I'll join in too." Ye Chen stroked his chin, quite fond of the undying immortal gold. His Chaos Cauldron liked it, and the purple gold flask that Qiong Qi the Quasi-Emperor had bid on—he'd grab that as well. But without an emperor weapon, it would be hard to take on the Hong Huang Quasi-Emperors.

With that, he stood up and headed to the back hall.

Given his status as the pit master, he was highly favored by You Ming Ge and led to the back garden of You Ming Ge.

There, You Ming the Elder was already waiting in the pavilion.

Seeing him, Ye Chen hurried over.

You Ming the Elder smiled warmly, saying little, and directly handed over a storage bag. Inside were only two items: the true thunder and the Tai Yin true fire. Together, they were worth over eight billion yuan shi.

"Thank you, senior." Ye Chen grinned.

As he spoke, he merged the true thunder and Tai Yin true fire into his dantian sea.

The true thunder and true fire blended into the dantian sea, making the heavenly thunder and immortal fire more active, but they didn't absorb them. Everything would have to wait for Ye Chen—both had spirits and needed to acknowledge him first before fusing.

"Who exactly are you?" You Ming the Elder smiled as he looked at Ye Chen.

"Then, in your view, senior, what kind of identity do you think this junior has?" Ye Chen asked with a smile.