The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 912 - 913: The Auction Begins

However, just as the woman in purple was about to respond to Ye Mo, a sound of gongs and drums echoed from above the grand hall, rumbling thunderously in all directions, drawing everyone’s attention to the high platform.

Instantly, the grand hall buzzed with excitement; the auction had officially begun.

The atmosphere became more exhilarating than ever before.

The conversation between Ye Mo and the woman was interrupted by the sound of the gongs and drums.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe, broad and stout, walked up to the platform with a broad smile.

The grand hall gradually quieted down.

"Everyone, I am the manager of Dayi Exchange, Jin Wanqian, and I will be the auctioneer for this event."

Jin Wanqian began his self-introduction.

"I didn’t expect they would invite Jin Wanqiu this time; it seems there will be a lot of great items in this auction."

"Indeed, Jin Fatty is the only diamond-level auctioneer at Dayi Exchange, with the amazing ability to raise an item’s auction price by twenty percent. He hasn’t taken to the auction stage in a long time."

While the crowd was still in awe, Jin Wanqian spoke again.

"Today’s auction will definitely satisfy all of you here; I won’t bother with rules and nonsense, as I’m sure most of you have participated in auctions before. Now, let’s bring out the first auction item."

Jin Wanqian’s voice resonated like a large bell, reaching every corner of the grand hall, ensuring that everyone heard him clearly.

Afterwards, a tall woman dressed in revealing clothes walked gracefully onto the stage, carrying a small crystal-like box.

The allure of her chest was captivating, drawing admiration, yet everyone’s gazes quickly shifted from her bust to the crystal box.

Inside the box, everyone could clearly see a seal with dazzling lightning flashing over it, none other than the Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist Talisman Ye Mo had sold them.

Looking at the seal, Ye Mo didn’t expect that the first item for auction would be his seal.

"What’s going on? It’s just a seal, why is it being auctioned?"

"Yes, any item in this auction has a starting price of at least a million Demon Cores; no matter how powerful a seal is, it can’t be worth a million Demon Cores."

Seeing the seal, the crowd began to discuss.

"This seal is a seventh-tier nine refinements attack charm, called Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist Talisman; you might wonder why this seal is worth our exchange showcasing it."

Jin Wanqian mysterious added, "I’d advise each of you not to use your spiritual sense to probe it, absolutely don’t."

"It’s merely a broken seal, so what if it’s a seventh-tier nine refinements? What’s the big deal?"

In the grand hall, a rugged man said defiantly, "Jin Wanqian, my Heart Cultivation Level is almost at the seventh-tier peak, close to reaching a daunting eighth-tier level. Yet though I’m still a step away, there’s a chance I might achieve it. I’m skeptical about how you extol this seal as being so remarkable."

The rugged man was a weapon forger whose Heart Cultivation Level and personal cultivation were relatively high.

"Feel free to probe it if you wish."

With a wave of Jin Wanqian’s hand, the crystal box disappeared.

The rugged man immediately probed with his spiritual sense, only to tremble violently as if experiencing immense pain, then collapsed to the ground, dizzy and quivering, with terror in his eyes: "How is this possible? With my current Heart Cultivation Level, I can easily probe seals below seventh-tier; upon probing, the seal’s thunder fist expelled me, and that thunderous fist was immensely powerful."

He suddenly let out a scream, "This seal is remarkably strong, far superior to typical seventh-tier nine refinements seals."

"Ladies and gentlemen, our auction’s chief appraiser suffered injury from this seal, so without further ado, we have nine more such seals, bundled for auction, starting at one million Demon Cores."

Seeing the desired effect achieved, Jin Wanqian promptly announced the starting bid.

Ye Mo couldn’t help but admire Jin Wanqian’s shrewdness; bundling ten seals for auction at a starting million Demon Cores, amounting to about two-thirds of what he sold to Dayi Exchange.

Naturally, he wouldn’t bid on his own seals; he was curious to see what price Jin Wanqian could fetch for his seals.

"One million and one hundred thousand Demon Cores!"

Immediately someone called out their bid.

"One million and three hundred thousand Demon Cores!"

"One million and five hundred thousand Demon Cores!"

Several bids later, Dayi Exchange had recouped their investment, with the price still climbing.

"Yun’er, what do you think of these seals?"

In the VIP section, Meng Jun asked his gifted son sitting beside him.

"These seals are excellent; if used in the Lingwu Talent Competition, they’ll certainly prove highly effective."

Meng Yun looked intensely at the seals in the distance.

"Great, once they finish bidding, we’ll take them all at once."

Meng Jun replied.

On stage, bidding ensued endlessly; when the price reached two million five hundred thousand Demon Cores, the hall turned silent, clearly exceeding the auction-goers’ spending thresholds. Besides, this is just the first item.

"Two million five hundred thousand Demon Cores, any further bids?"

Jin Wanqian was somewhat irked by the price and showed impatience.

"Two million six hundred thousand Demon Cores!"

This time, Meng Jun placed a bid.

"Meng Jun from the Meng Family is getting involved, likely preparing his gifted son for the Lingwu Talent Competition."

"Meng Jun’s son, Meng Yun, is Nightfall City’s top talent; if my son had such talent, I’d invest all my family’s resources in him."

"Top talent? You may not know, but Meng Yun was defeated by an outsider boy, and they are scheduled for a rematch soon."

"What? Meng Yun was defeated by an outsider boy? How is that possible?"

"Yes, but I heard Meng Yun’s strength has further increased, having killed the Magma Fire Demon and started refining the Flame Demon Heart, significantly boosting his powers. In two days, he plans to reclaim his top talent glory."

"Now that’s something worth watching!"

The crowd began chattering excitedly.

Hearing all this, Ye Mo smiled faintly, directing his voice with a hint of provocation towards Meng Jun’s VIP section: "Three million Demon Cores!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jun’s face slightly twitched, and he shouted, "Three million five hundred thousand Demon Cores!"

However, Ye Mo didn’t continue bidding; he was merely playing, as bidding four million Demon Cores risked significant loss if the opponent didn’t increase the bid.

Jin Wanqian also recognized Ye Mo’s voice; he wished he could crawl over and flatter Ye Mo, knowing that Ye Mo wouldn’t buy since they were his seals. One bid drove the price straight up by nine hundred thousand Demon Cores.