The auctioneer’s voice rang out again, filled with excitement. "Six million elemental crystals... going twice." The tension in the room was palpable as the audience held its breath, waiting for the next move.
And then, with a sense of finality, the auctioneer declared, "Sold! To the guest on the second floor, for a record-breaking bid of six million elemental crystals!"
Not long after, the auctioneer’s voice sounded again. "Ladies and gentlemen, now we present to you the last item in this round - the Elixir of Primordial Vitality," she announced, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Let the bidding begin."
"Seven million elemental crystals!" A voice sounded from an ordinary-looking youth on the first floor, instantly capturing everyone’s attention.
The attention of the hall shifted towards the first floor, where the ordinary-looking youth had just made a bold bid.
The youth’s cultivation level wasn’t particularly astonishing; he was merely a late-stage Six-Order Realm expert. However, what caught everyone attention was his striking appearance. His raven-black hair cascaded down to his shoulders, framing a face that exuded an air of confidence and determination. His sapphire blue eyes, sharp yet playful, seemed to captivate those who gazed upon him. Dressed in simple yet elegant robes, it was clear that this youth hailed from the Heaven Fortune domain.
"Who is this young man?" one expert asked, leaning in closer to get a better look.
"I’ve never seen him before," another answered, squinting to catch a glimpse of his features.
"He must have some means to be bidding so confidently," a third guest commented, admiration coloring their tone.
"Eight million elemental crystals," nearly at the same time, another voice resounded from one of the chambers on the second floor, grabbing everyone’s attention. Some experts in the crowd quickly recognized him.
"I can’t be wrong, he is the Prince of Desalote Empire - Emerwen of the Ruins," one of the experts on the first floor said, a hint of disbelief coloring his voice.
Emerwen was an embodiment of regality and elegance. He stood tall, exuding a natural aura of power and authority. His silver hair shimmered under the golden chandeliers, framing his sharp features and piercing amber eyes. Adorned in royal garments, his presence commanded attention and respect.
Guests murmured amongst themselves, their voices tinged with surprise and intrigue.
"Prince Emerwen is here? This is unexpected," one expert remarked, his eyes never leaving the second floor.
"To think that someone from the Neither Planes will be present," another exclaimed, his voice infused with astonishment.
"The Desalote Empire rarely sends representatives to such occasions," another expert added, his curiosity piqued.
"The presence of a royal figure adds another layer of prestige to this auction," a third expert noted, his tone filled with excitement.
"It’s not every day we witness such a convergence of worlds at the Heaven Fortune Auction," a distinguished-looking elder noted, his gaze fixed on the second floor.
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As the bidding war continued, each bid escalated the tension in the hall. The auctioneer announced the increasing amounts with a fervor that matched the intensity of the competition. As numbers climbed, conversations among the guests grew more animated.
"Would you look at that!" an expert exclaimed, eyes widening. "The bid has reached such heights already."
"The appeal of the Elixir of Primordial Vitality is undoubtedly strong," another guest replied, nodding sagely.
And then another voice sounded from the second floor. "Nine million elemental crystals!"
The attention of the hall was once again diverted, this time towards a man on the second floor.
A rugged and weathered appearance accompanied the man His face, adorned with a thin beard and faint wrinkles. His eyes carried a glint of mischief and wisdom, as if he had seen both ecstasy and sorrow in equal measure.
Wearing worn yet comfortable robes, he seemed at ease amidst the grandeur of the auction hall. Slung across his back was a wooden sword, a relic of his nomadic existence, and in his hand, he held a wooden wine bottle that seemed well-used.
"It’s him! The legendary Drunken Woodensword," one expert exclaimed, enraptured by the man’s exceptional reputation.
"This person truly knows how to make an entrance," another expert remarked, their eyes sparkling with intrigue.
"To think that he actually attended the auction too," another mused, his intrigue piqued.
"I am more curious about how he managed to accumulate such a substantial amount of crystals," remarked another expert, causing a ripple of laughter to spread through the crowd.
"I’ve heard that he owes money to numerous experts," one remarked, the amusement evident in his tone.
"Many? Hahaha, it’s true. There isn’t a single Seventh-Order expert that he hasn’t borrowed money from," another expert added, eliciting laughter from those around him.
"Brat from the Neither Planes, forget about obtaining anything from this auction while your daddy is here," the Drunken Woodensword taunted with a hearty laugh.
And just as the tension reached its zenith, another voice cut through the air from a private chamber on the second floor.
"Ten million elemental crystals!" The voice had a commanding air, instantly capturing everyone’s attention.
All eyes turned towards the second floor,
Where a man had made his presence known. Dressed in dark robes that seemed to emanate an aura of darkness, he exuded an air of authority and power. With eyes as sharp as a predator.
"The Devil Union’s very own Paymous!" A hushed murmur swept through the crowd, a mix of awe and apprehension coloring their voices.
"Indeed, Paymous is known for his ruthless tactics. Bidding against him will be a true test of mettle," another expert whispered, their eyes fixed on the enigmatic figure.
"The presence of Paymous from the Hundred Devils Union adds a whole new dynamic to the auction," one expert whispered, his voice tinged with trepidation.
Suddenly, another voice cut through the tension. "Eleven million elemental crystals!"
All eyes turned towards the elegant figure in the second floor, Donned in a flowing crimson robe that billowed with each movement, she exuded a commanding presence. Her raven-black hair was adorned with intricate golden hairpins, and her eyes emanated an unwavering determination.
"The Vice President of the Martial Union, Araina!" A murmur of surprise and curiosity tinged with respect swept through the crowd.