Those sitting here were hardly fools;they quickly grasped the crux of the matter.
Bidding on only one item was extremely risky!
What they stored could easily be taken by the person who won the bid for the accessory, and vice versa.
This could easily trigger irreconcilable conflicts and fights,repeating the tragedy of the previous owners who perished together.
To exclusively enjoy this vast space, they had to bid on two items simultaneously.
However, the starting price of 150,000 gold soul coins was staggering,and this was just the starting bid;the subsequent bidding was unimaginable.
For wealthy individuals without soul power, being unable to use soul tools meant that bidding on them was a waste of money.
For many soul masters who, while wealthy, weren't extravagant spenders,investing such a huge sum in a non-essential soul tool with ominous rumors required careful consideration.
They weren't without other storage soul tools as alternatives, just smaller ones.
After weighing the pros and cons, sparse bidding began to rise.
"White VIP number 103, bidding for the earring alone, bid 40,000."
"Yellow VIP number 83, bidding for the necklace alone, bid 40,000."
"41,000, another purple VIP, bidding for the necklace alone, bid 41,000!"
The price slowly and laboriously climbed, with each increment being very small.
Clearly, the bidders were hesitant.
They wanted this rare storage soul tool, yet were wary of the ominous legend and potential risks.
Finally, a richly dressed, arrogant young man in the front row lazily raised his bidding paddle.
His voice carried an undeniable arrogance: "Both items together, 150,000."
Once someone chose to bid for both items together, any single bids would be invalid.
This price clearly exceeded most people's expectations and budgets, and the room immediately fell silent.
"This red VIP number 4, bid 150,000, is there anything higher?"
The auctioneer, scanning his surroundings, slowly announced, "150,000 once! 150,000 twice! 150,000!"
Suddenly, his eyes widened, fixing on one spot, and he called out, "160,000! This VIP in black seat number 10 has bid 160,000! Any more?"
Before the auctioneer could finish "170,000."
The young master was unconcerned, a smug smile of certainty on his face,as if he had already secured the treasure.
"180,000."
This calm and indifferent voice from the back row froze his smile.
The young master gritted his teeth and called out, "190,000."
"200,000."
It was the same voice again. The young master could no longer contain himself .
He ripped off his mask, stood up angrily, and shouted at the black seat number 10 behind him, "I am the son of the City Lord of Shuilan City! Who dares to compete with me? 210,000!"
His words carried a clear threat, his face slightly flushed with anger.
Dongfang Jing ignored them completely,staring intently at the auctioneer as he pressed the bidding button beside him: "Two hundred and twenty thousand."
The crowd exchanged glances, all looking at the two of them,sensing a good show was about to begin.
Someone whispered among themselves.
"Who's this number 10, so bold?"
"That's right, daring to offend even the city lord's son!"
The city lord of Shuilan City was a Soul Master of level forty or higher.
He had chosen to serve the Heavenly Dou Empire, receiving the imperial title of Viscount.
And his son's arrogance was nothing new.
While the wealthy merchants were rich, none possessed noble titles, so they all showed some deference to this young master.
The auctioneer, sweating, chuckled: "Guest number 10 bids two hundred and twenty thousand, two hundred and twenty thousand per bid."
"Two hundred and thirty thousand!" the young master shouted again.
He had been pampered since childhood, and nothing he wanted was unattainable!
'Damn it, spending over two hundred thousand on a storage soul tool? My father will kill me if he finds out!'
His eyes were fixed on Dongfang Jing's lips, afraid she would bid even higher.
Dongfang Jing rested her chin on her hand, her brows slightly furrowed. She glanced at the young master below,then, under the shocked gazes of those around her, pressed the 100,000-yuan bidding button.
"Oh my god! Black VIP number 10 has bid 330,000! Any higher bids?"
The auctioneer felt his heart pounding, but calmly announced, "330,000 once, 330,000 twice, 330,000 three times!
Gemini Star Vortex, 330,000 gold soul coins, sold!" The auctioneer slammed down the gavel. "Congratulations to Black VIP number 10!"
The sound of the gavel fell, and the room erupted in an uproar.
Holy crap! This guy is throwing money away!
A storage soul tool is basically a more convenient, oversized suitcase.
Over 300,000 gold soul coins for a suitcase?!
Some secretly resolved to get to know this mysterious VIP number 10 after the auction.
Beside Dongfang Jing, Dongfang Yao whispered, "Brother, isn't this too expensive?"
"No, the method for making soul tools has been lost. Besides, fifty cubic meters of space is quite large; this price isn't too bad."
Although he had a ring-shaped storage soul tool, its space was too small. These twin star vortexes were just what he wanted!
On the stage, a waiter pushed out a small cart, and the auctioneer announced.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please look!"
He lifted the red cloth, revealing a book, six black round pebbles, and a crystal-clear blue sphere.
"I'm sure you're all familiar with these items! They are the three essential items for awakening your martial soul! The Martial Soul Awakening Method, the Awakening Stone, and the Soul Testing Ball!
You all know their effects, so I won't go into too much detail. Starting bid: one thousand gold soul coins!"
The audience fell silent.
The auctioneer, holding his arm, was somewhat embarrassed, but he had expected this.
For commoners, the Martial Soul Hall would help them awaken their martial souls. The noble families, clans, and sects already possessed the Awakening Method.
Who would complain about having too much money to buy something useless?
"One thousand gold soul coins."
Hearing this, everyone looked over.
They were immediately filled with question marks.
It was that black number 10 again!
Was this guy out of his mind?
The auctioneer was also stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted: "One thousand once, one thousand."
"Two thousand!"
A man sitting in the purple seat had just taken a sip of water when he heard someone else bidding and spat it out.
He looked at the red seats in the front row with a puzzled expression.
The one who called out the bid was the young master.
He smirked, secretly pleased.
'You want to steal my soul tool? I'll steal yours too!'
Dongfang Jing's cold gaze swept over him, and he raised the bid without hesitation: "One hundred and two thousand."
This guy was really crazy!
Everyone present remained silent, but they all had the same thought and could see that the young master was deliberately retaliating.
"One hundred and three thousand!"
"Two hundred and three thousand."
"After a fierce bidding war, the auctioneer, his eyes practically bulging with excitement, suppressed the urge to shout and announced loudly, "Congratulations to this VIP number 10, in black, for successfully bidding six hundred and nine thousand gold soul coins!!!" He'd made a killing!
Who would have thought someone would actually be willing to pay such an astronomical price!
At this moment, everyone present cast complex glances at Dongfang Jing.
They were both envious of his wealth and relieved to be normal.
This young master was extremely smug now.
Didn't he like competing with me? Continue!
I'll see just how much money you really have!
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