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Chapter 343: I’ll Bid 10,000
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Chapter 343: Chapter 343: I’ll Bid 10,000

Whatever their private speculations, the appearance of these fifty Nascent Condensation Pills instantly sparked a frenzied bidding war.

Four Nascent Condensation Pills? They could afford to ignore that, not even bothering to make a bid.

Twenty pills were worth bidding on, but it would only be a minor competition.

But fifty pills? That was a different story entirely.

If a faction could obtain fifty Nascent Condensation Pills and carefully select some talented and powerful Level Nine Martial Artists, they might be able to cultivate at least thirty new Martial Spirit Level experts!

An increase of thirty Martial Spirit Level experts, even if they were all just Level One Martial Spirits, would be enough to affect a faction’s overall strength!

The importance of Martial Spirit Level experts was evident from the Dong Family’s life-and-death challenge—they hadn’t dared to continue after twelve died. If it had been Level Nine Martial Artists, Dong Jingshan probably wouldn’t have been worried even if twenty or thirty had died.

The people in the VIP area showed an enthusiasm for the fifty Nascent Condensation Pills that surpassed even their interest in the first item, the partial King-Level Saber Technique manual.

Through round after round of bidding, the price climbed steadily, easily surpassing twenty-five thousand, then thirty thousand...

At first, a few unaffiliated Celestial Spirit Realm experts who belonged to no family or faction placed bids, but they were forced to drop out as the price surpassed thirty thousand.

In terms of financial power, lone Celestial Spirit Realm experts simply couldn’t compete with the major factions.

To Chu Qingyun’s surprise, even the Six Great Army Commanders of the Great Xia Dragon Guard couldn’t resist placing bids this time. However, they too dropped out after the price surpassed thirty-five thousand.

Although they were powerful Level Nine Martial Spirits, their energy was mostly focused on accumulating Military Merits, not Primordial Spirit Liquid.

The exchange rate was one hundred drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid to one Military Merit. It seemed like a terrible deal, but that wasn’t actually the case, because the Great Xia Dragon Guard’s exchange office had many items that were unavailable anywhere else.

Take the Thunderlight Stone, for example. No one on the outside had even heard of it. No matter how much Primordial Spirit Liquid Chu Qingyun had, he couldn’t buy a single one.

After a fierce bidding war, the fifty Nascent Condensation Pills were won by the Xiao Family, one of the Four Great Clans of Lianshan County City.

The final price: forty-one thousand drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid!

With all ninety-four Nascent Condensation Pills sold, the grand total came to 72,500 drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid. Even after subtracting the production cost of ten thousand drops, Chu Qingyun still netted a profit of more than sixty-two thousand!

To earn a net profit of over sixty thousand drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid in just five days—this was a terrifying rate of income, even for a Spirit Level Alchemist!

After all, not every Alchemist possessed Soul Power as strong as his, let alone the assistance of the Light Card!

"Sixty thousand in five days... At this rate, Chu Qingyun, you could make over four million drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid in a year," Qin Ya said, snickering beside him. "If you keep this up for a year—no, half a year—you’ll be the richest person in Lianshan County. Not even the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower will be able to compete with you."

Chu Qingyun rolled his eyes. "Half a year... If I kept up that pace of Alchemy, I’d collapse in two weeks..."

"Serves you right," Qin Ya said with a pout, glancing at him. "I offered you Primordial Spirit Liquid, but you refused. Too proud for your own good."

One treasure after another was sold off.

And then, Chu Qingyun finally saw what he had come for: a Tier Four Earth Element Spiritual Medicine.

A Tier Four Earth Element Spiritual Medicine, Earth Vein Ginseng. Five stalks were being auctioned as a single lot, with a starting bid of two thousand five hundred drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid and minimum increments of two hundred!

Unlike Tier Three Spiritual Medicines, Tier Four ones had a much larger market, and many non-Alchemists raised their hands to bid.

The price quickly surpassed three thousand.

At this point, Chu Qingyun raised his hand to join the bidding, calling out a price of three thousand three hundred!

"Three thousand five hundred!"

After a moment of silence, another price was called out.

"Three thousand eight hundred!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Qingyun had once again raised the bid by three hundred.

This price was already approaching the upper limit for Earth Vein Ginseng. After all, it was just a very common type of Tier Four Spiritual Medicine.

If the auction house ever obtained a truly rare Tier Four Spiritual Medicine, even just one or two stalks, they would never be willing to sell it.

Just as the auctioneer was about to close the bidding, with no one else raising the price, Han Libin suddenly stood up. He shot Chu Qingyun a provocative look and said, "I bid four thousand!"

Many people in the crowd, the auctioneer included, glanced back and forth between the two, amused smiles on their faces. ’This clearly isn’t about the Spiritual Medicine,’ they thought. ’It’s personal.’

Four thousand drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid for five stalks of Earth Vein Ginseng was already more than they were worth.

So, what would Chu Qingyun do?

"Four thousand five hundred!"

Chu Qingyun glanced at Han Libin, a flash of disdain in his eyes. ’So these guys decided to show their faces after all. It seems they haven’t learned their lesson.’

When Chu Qingyun raised the price by five hundred in a single jump, Han Libin grew flustered. He lowered his head to exchange a look with his companions, and they all nodded.

"Four thousand seven hundred!" Han Libin bid again.

"Six thousand!"

This time, Chu Qingyun didn’t hesitate for even a second, immediately calling out six thousand!

Han Libin froze on the spot.

The surrounding crowd also wore expressions of utter shock.

No one had expected Chu Qingyun to raise the bid by thirteen hundred in a single go. There was probably no other Level One Martial Spirit with that kind of audacity.

"Six thousand. Han Libin, do you dare to raise it again?" Chu Qingyun stared at him and sneered.

’If you want to play, I’ll play along!’

After selling the Nascent Condensation Pills, plus the seven thousand drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid he already had, Chu Qingyun’s funds totaled nearly eighty thousand drops!

That sum likely surpassed what even some first-rate factions had set aside for this auction. For a few juniors like Han Libin to try and provoke him... they were simply courting death!

The price of six thousand completely shut Han Libin down.

He didn’t dare bid again. If he did, and Chu Qingyun decided to back out, he would be the one suffering a massive loss.

"Hmph. Six thousand drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid for five stalks of Earth Vein Ginseng. Enjoy your losses!" Han Libin snorted and sat back down.

Although he had technically achieved his goal, he felt incredibly dissatisfied. It didn’t feel like he’d scammed Chu Qingyun; it felt like Chu Qingyun had just beaten him into submission with a mountain of Primordial Spirit Liquid.

"That kid got seventeen thousand drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid from that life-and-death challenge. We’ll get him on the next one!" Han Libin and his three companions whispered to each other, all of them breaking into sinister smiles.

They seemed to have realized that Chu Qingyun was in desperate need of Tier Four Spiritual Medicines.

The next item was also a Tier Four Earth Element Spiritual Medicine: ten Rock Core Fruits, auctioned as a single lot. The starting bid was five thousand drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid, with minimum increments of five hundred.

"I bid ten thousand!"

Before the auctioneer could even finish speaking, Han Libin shot to his feet, instantly doubling the starting bid and glaring provocatively at Chu Qingyun.

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