"Ten million?"
Xiao Lin stood inside the VIP room, slightly stunned as he looked toward an unknown private box where the bid had come from.
"So quickly up to ten million? Looks like someone knows what this thing really is and wants to scare everyone off with a sky-high bid right from the start."
Xiao Lin's scheming mind was very active and excited right now. He felt like he had stepped into one of those treasure-bidding scenes from novels.
But what mattered most was—what would Xiao San do?
Xiao Lin glanced toward Box No. 8 where Tang San was, and activated Fiery Golden Eyes to examine the Dou God Cloak, trying to discover some secret within it.
At the same time, Tang San had already opened his Purple Demon Eye, also inspecting it carefully.
Through Xiao Lin and Tang San's vision, the cloak looked completely different.
They could clearly see that the cloak's energy was separated and moving in a chaotic way—likely the reason why it could so easily defend against attacks from Soul King-level experts.
But through Tang San's more refined view, another layer appeared.
The energy lines inside the Dou God Cloak looked like spirit ring patterns, arranged like a soul formation.
The cloak's core energy seemed to originate from a ring-shaped object, only about the thickness of an arm.
Maybe this wasn't even a cloak at all.
—An arm ring?
—A Dou God wrist ring?
—A Dou God soul ring?
Tang San felt like he had seen through its true nature. He strongly desired to uncover the secrets of the Dou God Cloak and replicate it perfectly as a soul tool.
And so, while most bidders hesitated—
Tang San raised his price.
"Eleven million gold soul coins."
As soon as the bid from Box No. 8 appeared, inside another unknown room there came the sound of bone joints cracking with anger.
"Damn it!"
"Someone actually dared to raise the bid!"
The bidder inside was Dai Mubai.
He was currently glaring at Box No. 8 with gritted teeth.
Others may not know—but he understood perfectly.
That Dou God Cloak was NOT a Dou God's item.
Near Star Luo City, there was a place called Dou God Lake, rumored to contain a god's inheritance.
This was a secret that only the royal Dai family knew.
And the god was not a Dou God, but a War God—the God of Battle.
Outsiders didn't know of the War God. Even if they obtained his treasure, they would never inherit his divinity.
He didn't understand why the War God's treasure appeared here, but as an ambitious prince of Star Luo Empire, Dai Mubai would never allow it to be acquired by someone else.
"Twelve million gold soul coins."
He immediately raised the bid.
In the same booth, Ma Hongjun looked confused and asked:
"Boss Dai, what do you want that thing for? It's only something that can defend against Soul King-level attacks. With our talent, becoming Titled Douluos isn't even hard."
His meaning was simple—when they reached Soul Saint level, attacks from Soul Kings meant nothing.
Dai Mubai snorted.
"Fatty, you don't understand. This is a treasure of my Star Luo Empire's Dai family. I can't let it fall into outsider hands."
Of course, Dai Mubai was lying. He wouldn't tell anyone about god inheritance—not even closest companions.
Ma Hongjun only laughed. After dealing with Xue Beng, he was no longer the naive country boy. He could already see Dai Mubai clearly.
"Bastard… trying to lie to me. There's definitely some big secret."
Ma Hongjun thought coldly, but without enough money, he said nothing.
"Twelve million once! Anyone else?"
"Twelve million twice—"
Before the auctioneer could finish—
"Fifteen million gold soul coins!"
Box No. 7 called out loudly. The auctioneer's eyes lit up and he immediately stopped striking the gavel.
Inside Box No. 8, Xiao Lin rubbed his chin, locking firmly onto the Dou God Cloak.
By now, he had already contacted the two ancient dragon kings.
"Old Dragons, can you see what exactly this thing is?"
Inside Xiao Lin's consciousness space, he asked curiously.
"Can't tell. We're too far away. I can only say—it doesn't look like something from the mortal world."
The Ice Dragon King shook his head—completely clueless.
"It doesn't look like a worldly object," but that told him nothing.
The Fire Dragon King snorted.
"Useless. Xiao Lin, listen—this cloak has divinity on it. Meaning it belonged to a god."
"But the divinity is pitifully small. Probably a worthless thing."
The Fire Dragon King mocked the Ice Dragon King and then gave Xiao Lin a clearer answer.
To dragons who once stood at the highest level, a minor god's treasure with weak divine energy was trash.
Not even a true divine artifact.
Like… a cloak that some weak god wore casually.
Absolutely not worth their concern.
Xiao Lin was stunned. If these two dragon kings looked down on it so much, maybe Tang San was wrong too?
He only had a bit over forty million. What if something better appeared later?
"Xiao Lin-ge, why are you sighing?"
Ning Rongrong immediately noticed his strange mood.
"Nothing, just worried that I might buy the wrong item. If I really spend fifteen million on something useless, it'd be tragic."
Xiao Lin said honestly. If it had research value, he might accept it, but…
Ning Rongrong laughed instantly.
"Xiao Lin-ge, what are you worried about? I have money too!"
She covered her mouth giggling—as if fifteen million was pocket change.
Xiao Lin was speechless.
"To you, Miss Millionaire, of course it's nothing."
Five million gold soul coins could move a Titled Douluo. Fifteen million could hire one directly.
"Hmph!? Xiao Lin-ge, who are you looking down on!?"
Hearing him call her a millionaire, Ning Rongrong's expression turned cold instantly.
He was cursing the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with poverty!
In public too!
If it weren't him saying it, she would have already gone full sarcastic mode.
"Fifteen million once! Anyone else bidding?"
"Fifteen million twice—"
(End of Chapter)