Chapter 341: The Auction Ends, The Real Show Begins!
Tang Dongling didn't seem the least bit surprised by the sudden surge of excitement in the room. Her slender hand rose, and with a flash of silver light, a small silver tower about a foot tall appeared in her palm.
The moment the tower was revealed, a wave of ancient and particularly violent energy swept through the auction hall. Faintly, one could even hear the sound of thunder rumbling from within.
Lin Dong's eyes were instantly drawn to the silver tower. In that very moment, he felt the Devouring Ancestral Symbol inside him tremble wildly.
At the same time, he could sense a strange and familiar energy from the silver tower—an aura that matched the very essence of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol!
"That's…"
Lin Dong's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and even his voice became hoarse. His body, sitting in its chair, began to tremble ever so slightly.
"That's the aura of the Thunder Ancestral Symbol," Yan's deep, slightly dazed voice rang out in Lin Dong's mind.
"Don't get anxious. If it belongs to us, it won't run," Lin Fan said calmly. He gave Lin Dong a light pat on the shoulder, his tone steady and reassuring.
Just then, the familiar system notification chimed in Lin Fan's mind:
[Ding! You patted Lin Dong and obtained one Spirit Treasure Upgrade Talisman. Note: usable on any treasure below Heaven-grade.]
A Spirit Treasure Upgrade Talisman—nice.
He had received one before and used it to elevate the Jade Dragon Flute to the level of a Pure Yuan Treasure.
Now, with another in hand, he immediately used it on his other Heaven-grade treasure—the Black Tortoise Sky-Suppressing Bell.
In his system space, the bell shimmered faintly, undergoing a subtle but significant transformation.
Meanwhile, Lin Dong was still communicating with Yan, fully confirming that the silver tower on stage was indeed related to the Thunder Ancestral Symbol.
He was clearly excited, but after Lin Fan's reminder, he managed to contain himself.
"Brother Lin Fan, that tower—" Lin Dong leaned closer, lowering his voice, about to share the secret.
But Lin Fan raised a hand to stop him. "No need. I already know. But there's no rush to bid—we'll let someone else buy it for us."
Lin Dong's heart skipped a beat. "You mean…"
Lin Fan smiled. "Watch and see. Whoever wins it will attract more than just stares. Wealth helps, but strength is what matters most in keeping it."
Lin Dong nodded in agreement, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes.
No matter what, that silver tower—they had to get it!
Unexpectedly, even Mu Lingshan, who had been quietly munching spirit fruit, was now staring dazedly at the silver tower.
"Brother Lin Fan, Brother Lin Dong… that thing feels… special," she said softly, just loud enough for the two to hear.
Lin Dong's eye twitched slightly. Even she can sense it…
Lin Fan nodded. "You're right. But for now, just enjoy the show."
On stage, Tang Dongling noticed the stirring crowd and smiled charmingly. She gazed down at the silver tower in her hand and announced:
"Starting bid: 30 million Xuan Yuan Pills."
The audience fell silent.
Such a high price immediately crushed many people's hopes. Even wealthy factions had to think twice.
"Looks like no one's bidding. Then let me open the floor," came a relaxed voice from the Evil Wind Cave's seat.
Xie Yan, eyes gleaming with greed, licked his lips and said with a smirk, "32 million!"
"35 million from the North Xuan Sea's Tianbei Sect."
A middle-aged man in dark robes bid calmly from another VIP box.
"38 million. Kuankun Cave adds its voice."
Zhou Qian, known as Heaven-and-Earth Hands, smiled as he placed his bid.
"40 million from Hanging Void Valley!"
"45 million!"
"50 million!"
Bids erupted across the room once again.
Clearly, those present weren't just wealthy—they were powerful.
The silver tower's price continued to climb.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan and his group leaned back in their seats, unfazed, as they watched the bidding war unfold.
Eventually, only three factions remained in contention: Evil Wind Cave, Kuankun Cave, and Phantom Demon Sect.
After fierce back-and-forth bidding, Evil Wind Cave emerged victorious with a final bid of 61 million.
"Brother Xie Yan really went all out. Even if this silver tower is connected to a Revolving Wheel-level inheritance, we still don't know for sure. And yet, you spent so much to get it. That's bold," Zhou Qian commented with a smile.
Xie Yan returned a stiff grin. "Thanks for the reminder. But I believe it's worth it."
Zhou Qian chuckled. "Then congratulations. I only hope… you'll manage to take it back to Evil Wind Cave safely."
The way he said it made the crowd chuckle.
Clearly, no one had truly given up on the tower. Everyone was thinking the same thing: steal it later.
Xie Yan narrowed his eyes. "We'll see who gets the last laugh."
Onstage, Tang Dongling smiled. "Since there are no further bids, the silver tower now belongs to Evil Wind Cave."
The auction hall murmured softly in response, but no one raised the bid again.
Still, many eyes gleamed with greed. They might have lost the bidding—but they hadn't lost interest.
Lin Fan smiled and stood. "Now that the auction's over, it's time to go."
"Right," Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan stood as well.
They all knew—while the auction might have ended, the real show was just beginning.
In the next few days, Evil Wind Cave would likely find themselves anything but at peace…
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