Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 233 - 0230: Who the Hell is Being So Disrespectful

How many Spirit Stones Xiang Junchen can ultimately fetch at auction is anyone’s guess. This isn’t just an ordinary bidding war anymore—this is a matter of pride.

How could the Demon Ancestor allow his son to fall into someone else’s hands?

However, how could certain powerful figures let this opportunity slip by? They are bound to compete fiercely.

Perhaps it’s to humiliate the Demon Ancestor, or maybe they harbor ancient grudges against him. They think, "If I can’t take revenge on you directly, then why not take it out on your son?"

For master cultivators, a blemish on their state of mind often becomes a great tribulation. If they can use external means to erase those blemishes, it would be worth any number of Spirit Stones.

"One million Spirit Stones."

A voice drifted out from one of the private boxes. The sound had been altered by the special formations within the box, making it impossible to discern the speaker’s identity.

Soon, another voice emerged from that same box.

"Demon Ancestor, I know you’re here. But today, your son’s life is mine to take."

The other party openly called out the Demon Ancestor, though without foolishly revealing their identity. After all, no one knows who’s behind that voice, so they might as well fight to the death.

The Demon Ancestor’s face darkened. As expected, someone had come prepared. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s actions were not honorable. They clearly knew it was his son being auctioned. If they wanted Spirit Stones, why not negotiate directly in private? Why go to such lengths?

"How bold. Let’s see what you’ve got."

The Demon Ancestor naturally wouldn’t back down.

"Two million Spirit Stones."

Right from the start of the auction, tempers flared. The atmosphere was already intense.

Lin Fan enjoyed these kinds of scenes. He felt only a heated struggle could lead to blind competition, pushing the price higher and higher. What surprised him the most was that this was just a Young Master, yet the bidding had reached two million in such a short time—an astonishing amount.

The price had already reached the value of a top-grade Spiritual Artifact.

But on closer thought, this was merely the beginning.

Leaving aside Xiang Junchen’s personal value, as the seventh son of the Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect and a bearer of forbidden, secret techniques, he was a priceless treasure. Whoever obtained Xiang Junchen would also gain access to those Secret Skills.

This was just the start of the price escalation.

While the competition seemed fierce, it was only between two bidders for now. Lin Fan felt it necessary to stir the pot even further.

Lin Fan spoke up, "Demon Ancestor, I am here as well. I have not forgotten what you did to me in the past. Today, your son is being auctioned in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. He is mine to claim. I will pry those secret techniques of the Red Dust Demon Sect from his mouth. What remains of your sect’s legacy then?"

"Five million Spirit Stones."

Mao Si glanced at the private box and immediately understood who was inside.

He sighed helplessly.

Master Lin knew how to play the game.

He was auctioning something that was his and then bidding on it himself, raising the price to five million Spirit Stones. It was a bit terrifying.

"This fellow bidder has offered five million Spirit Stones. As they rightly pointed out, the Red Dust Demon Sect’s forbidden Secret Skills are priceless, capable of shaking the heavens and earth. If the Red Dust Demon Sect were to auction the Purple Abyss Demon Eye technique separately, its value would be beyond measure."

Mao Si’s exclamation had its intended effect.

As he mentioned, why were Saint Heirs, Saintesses, and True Disciples so sought after? It wasn’t just because of their personal qualities and statuses. As disciples inheriting the legacy of great sects, the Divine Skills they carried were priceless treasures.

Some peerless experts learned the Divine Skills of other sects.

And many of those came from prying open the mouths of others and extracting the secrets.

Inside the private box.

The Demon Ancestor’s face was as dark as iron. The fierce glint in his eyes seemed ready to obliterate everything in sight. He racked his brain, wondering who could harbor such resentment against him and an obsessive interest in the Purple Abyss Demon Eye technique.

Suddenly, he thought of someone.

"Bat Demon, you bastard. Must you press me like this?" the Demon Ancestor roared, his voice as cold as ice, brimming with murderous intent.

In another private box.

The Bat Demon was watching the bidding leisurely, enjoying the care of the Bat Maiden beside him, who fed him fresh Blood Food. Startled by the Demon Ancestor shouting his name, the Bat Demon’s body stiffened as he bellowed.

"Demon Ancestor, I haven’t even spoken! Don’t falsely accuse me!"

The voice came from another box.

How could the Bat Demon tolerate such slander? "Damn it," he thought. "This trouble came out of nowhere. Why pin this on me? What’s this supposed to mean? What did I ever do to you?"

The Demon Ancestor froze. It seemed he had guessed wrong. "Bat Demon, my apologies. I thought it was you. Please don’t take it to heart. At the same time, could you grant me a bit of leeway? My son has been captured and auctioned here. As his father, I must buy him back."

"Heh. How amusing. Demon Ancestor, others may fear you, but I, the Bat Demon, do not. What do you mean by accusing me in front of everyone? Denying me this face—why should I grant you any in return? Your son? I’ll see for myself if his bloodline is fragrant or foul!"

"Six million Spirit Stones."

The Bat Demon shouted his bid. Could he just let this slide?

The Demon Ancestor had publicly named and insulted him, calling him a bastard. How could he endure it? If he let this go, he’d be a laughingstock.

To the Demon Ancestor, this was now a perilous situation. His face grew even darker.

He had guessed wrong and unintentionally antagonized the Bat Demon. Clearly, things weren’t looking good. It seemed this auction would cost him dearly.

Lin Fan was very satisfied with the current atmosphere. The livelier, the better. Amid the laughter and quarrels, business boomed brightly—this was the true essence of an auction.

Who said only young people were impulsive? Older people were no less so, their tempers even more volatile.

Xiang Junchen could not speak to the outside world, but he could hear what was being said. He was already scared out of his wits.

He never expected to be treated as a commodity and sold at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

If he fell into the hands of any of these people, the consequences would be unthinkable.

His only solace was that his father had come to save him. That gave him some peace of mind.

In another private box.

A young girl tugged at the Old Woman’s hand, pouting, "Grandma, I want him. Let’s place a bid now, or someone else will take him!"

"Don’t worry, child. I know what I’m doing. This is just the beginning. Let’s see how things play out," the Old Woman gently patted the girl’s chubby, short-fingered hand to calm her down.

Xiang Junchen’s appearance and status were a perfect match for her granddaughter.

At this moment.

The official bidding began.

"Seven million Spirit Stones." A master in another private box placed a bid. He understood that this was merely the early stage; Xiang Junchen’s value far exceeded this, with much room for growth.

Leaving aside other factors,

those forbidden Secret Skills alone were enough to make anyone envious.

"Ten million Spirit Stones."

The bid climbed to ten million. For figures of such stature, Spirit Stones were just numbers. Their millennia of accumulated wealth defied imagination. No one truly knew how much treasure a cultivator thousands of years old could amass.

If one were to try to estimate, the only word that came to mind was "boundless."

However, their daily expenses were equally astronomical.

Inside the private box.

The Demon Ancestor’s face remained as stormy as before. An elder by his side said, "Demon Ancestor, the competition is intense this time. If you want to buy the Young Master back, you’ll have to make a higher bid to suppress the others."

"I know, but look at the situation now. They won’t relent. It’s obvious they’re determined to fight me for this," the Demon Ancestor replied, fully aware of the current predicament. The Bat Demon had stopped bidding after making a token offer, clearly satisfied with saving face.

But the other old monsters had yet to reveal their identities.

Even if he wanted to uncover their identities later, it would be impossible.

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was meticulous in safeguarding such information.

Don’t be fooled by the apparent bidding war between demonic path cultivators; even master cultivators from the Immortal Sect were secretly participating.

"Twelve million Spirit Stones."

"Fourteen million Spirit Stones."

...

"Eighteen million Spirit Stones."

The price skyrocketed.

Xiang Junchen’s personal value was already dwarfed by the bidding. The staggering price was solely because of the Red Dust Demon Sect’s forbidden Secret Skills.

Not to mention their other Divine Skills.

Anyone who could comprehend these techniques would gain an overwhelming edge in battle against the sect in the future.

"These old-timers are filthy rich,"

Lin Fan marveled, his blood pumping with excitement.

Indeed, this path of trade held promise.

Look at what was happening now.

The bids already exceeded eighteen million Spirit Stones, far beyond the amount he owned. It was a terrifying thought.

This path must not be abandoned.

But he understood that Xiang Junchen fetched this price not for his looks but for the treasures and knowledge he bore—something desired by many.

"Twenty-five million Spirit Stones,"

the Demon Ancestor bid aloud, adding, "Fellow Daoists, I ask for your compassion. This is my son; I must buy him back. If you agree, I am willing to gift each of you a Divine Skill from the Red Dust Demon Sect."

"The Purple Abyss Demon Eye is indeed a forbidden technique of my sect, but its cultivation requirements are extraordinarily stringent. Ordinary people cannot hope to practice it."

"Even if you obtain the method, it will be the same."

"Why not give me this one favor and let this go?"

The Demon Ancestor knew he couldn’t keep bidding indefinitely; otherwise, it would be a bottomless pit that would only benefit the captor who subdued his son.

He couldn’t wait to find out who that person was,

so he could tear them apart limb by limb.

Soon.

Voices from the other private boxes filled the air.

"Fine. Since the Demon Ancestor has said so, I shall give you this face."

Lin Fan, overhearing this,

couldn’t help but feel upset.

What was this?

Seriously?

This was supposed to be a proper auction, and now they were talking about saving face? Did they ask for his opinion?

Outrageous.

This was downright outrageous.

And at that moment,

a calm, aged voice rang out.

"Thirty million Spirit Stones." From a private box that had been silent until now came the voice of an elderly figure.

Everyone participating in the auction was stunned.

The Demon Ancestor had already lowered himself this much—who was still not satisfied?

Inside another private box.

"Grandma, you’re the best!" The young girl was overjoyed, her eyes brimming with anticipation as she looked at Xiang Junchen.

The Old Woman, who appeared cold earlier, now wore a loving smile as she said warmly, "Silly girl, you’re my only family. Everything I have will be yours. If not for you, who would I spend it on?"

The girl planted a big kiss on the Old Woman’s cheek. "Grandma, you’re the best!"

The Old Woman smiled fondly, then closed her eyes slightly. She knew the Demon Ancestor would not let this slide easily.

But what did she have to fear?

If he was unhappy, so be it—she was ready for a fight.

Spending tens of millions of Spirit Stones just to make her granddaughter happy was worth it.

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