Chapter 1,742: Are you out of money?

Next was the third item for auction. The Auctioneer gave an introduction and finally said, “The Vast Righteous Qi Cultivation Technique, an Earth Rank Low Grade Martial Skill, starts at 20 million gold coins, with each bid not less than 2 million gold coins…”

The entire auction house was in an uproar again. Generally speaking, Profound Rank Martial Skills were already extremely rare, and ordinary people could only Cultivate the inferior Yellow Rank Martial Skills.

However, Earth Rank Martial Skills were even rarer. Even a Low Grade one was hard to come by, and for a time, everyone was eager to make a move.

“22 million…”

“24 million…”

“30 million…”

As everyone bid, they glanced at He Changsheng next to them, wondering if Young Master He would participate this time.

Everyone knew that only if this Young Master did not participate would they have a chance to acquire this item. However, their hopes were dashed.

He Changsheng swiftly raised his bidding paddle: “I bid 50 million!”

The entire venue fell silent. Everyone immediately backed off, and at the same time, their gazes focused on Ye Bufan. I wondered if this masked fellow would continue to oppose the He Family’s Da Shao.

“80 million!”

As expected, He Changsheng did not bid, but Ye Bufan remained silent. The moment he made a bid, the other party immediately raised his paddle, directly increasing the price by 30 million.

At this point, even a fool could see that the other party was targeting this Young Master of the He Family.

“One hundred million.”

He Changsheng was also gritting his teeth in hatred. According to his plan, he would bid 100 million, and the other party would increase it by 50 million.

Then he would bid 200 million, and when the other party increased the price to 250 million or 300 million, he would withdraw directly, giving the other party a severe loss.

“200 million!”

Ye Bufan continued to bid, directly adding 100 million.

“Uh…”

He Changsheng was momentarily stunned. The plan was well-laid out, but the other party did not follow his designed strategy, and instead, immediately raised the price to 200 million.

“250 million!”

After a slight hesitation, he raised his bidding paddle again.

Based on previous experience, the other party should not withdraw easily. In his opinion, if he bid 250 million, Ye Bufan would either bid 300 million or 280 million, waiting for him to bid 300 million.

Regardless of the other party’s choice, he would withdraw directly, and then see how the other party would handle the situation.

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Everyone who came here had some financial backing, but 300 million was not a small sum, and ordinary people simply could not afford it.

Thinking of this, a cold, sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. But to his surprise, after waiting for a long time, the other party showed no reaction at all.

He looked back and saw that the other person had already placed his bidding paddle on the table in front of him, clearly having no intention of raising it again.

“Uh…”

He Changsheng suddenly felt as if he had swallowed a fly. Normally, he had no shortage of Cultivation Techniques. The reason he participated in this auction was to trick the other party.

But in the end, he didn't trick the other party at all, and he spent another 250 million.

Soon, the Auctioneer at the front desk brought down his gavel, and this Cultivation Technique became his.

“Damn it, I don’t believe I can’t trick you.”

He Changsheng was practically fuming, glaring at Ye Bufan through gritted teeth.

The fourth item began to be auctioned, and he used the same trick again, but for some reason, Ye Bufan always managed to withdraw before him, and ultimately, this item also became his.

Inside the private room, Fu Haishan was overjoyed.

“Pavilion Master, this Mr. Ye is truly a benefactor to our Jubao Pavilion. With his commotion, He Changsheng has already spat out all the advantages he gained before, and we have made a great profit.”

Luo Yudie also smiled radiantly: “He Changsheng still wanted to trick people, but unfortunately, his Dao was too far off. This Little fellow is truly cunning; he won’t suffer any loss.”

Everyone else present became spectators, watching the show. From the beginning of the auction until now, every item had been acquired by the He Family’s Da Shao, and they hadn't bid on anything.

Soon, it was time for the sixth item, which was the protective spiritual armor they had previously set their eyes on.

Ye Bufan felt a surge of excitement. The reason he had been fighting with He Changsheng for so long was partly because he found the other party annoying, and partly to create momentum for himself, all so he could acquire the treasure he wanted at the lowest possible price.

“Distinguished guests, this armor is no ordinary treasure. It can withstand three full-force attacks from a Soul Transformation Stage expert.

Most of you present are Martial Artists and must know the value of this treasure. It can save lives at critical moments.

Bidding starts now, with a starting price of 10 million gold coins, and each bid must not be less than 1 million…”

The bidding began, but the venue was remarkably quiet.

It wasn't that this treasure wasn't appealing, but rather that everyone had realized that no matter how they participated,

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they would ultimately only be passing through, unable to even touch a hair of the treasure.

After waiting for a moment, still no one raised their paddle, and the entire auction house grew cold.

Ye Bufan looked towards He Changsheng: “Young Master He, why aren’t you bidding? I’m still waiting to bid against you.”

He Changsheng snorted coldly and turned his head away. It wasn't that he didn't want to bid, but his master had secretly told him that the money he brought this time had already been spent.

Although the He Family was a prominent and wealthy clan, and although he had brought a full 1 billion gold coins this time, it couldn't withstand the recent spending spree.

Just bidding on the first Divine Essence Pill alone cost a full 400 million gold coins. Although the prices of the later items were lower, there were many of them, and after a few rounds, his pockets were already empty.

Now, let alone hundreds of millions of gold coins, he couldn't even afford the starting bid of 10 million.

In this situation, the best course of action was not to participate in the auction, otherwise, if he won the item but couldn't pay for it, wouldn't that disgrace the entire He Family?

It was precisely because of this that He Changsheng directly shut his mouth, lacking the courage to raise his paddle at all.

Seeing his reaction, Ye Bufan chuckled and directly raised his own bidding paddle: “Then I’ll take the lead.

I bid 11 million!”

After he announced this price, everyone present exchanged glances. He only added 1 million, which was clearly waiting for He Changsheng to bid, obviously trying to provoke him.

Since it was a battle between immortals, these small fish and shrimp should not get involved, otherwise, they would die miserably.

With this thought, the entire auction hall fell silent, with no one making a bid.

“Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guest number 36 has bid 11 million. Is there anyone else who wants to bid? This is a good treasure for saving lives…”

Even though the Auctioneer was eloquent, after talking for a long time, the audience remained unmoved, all looking at He Changsheng.

But He Changsheng had no money in his pockets, so how could he dare to bid?

The Auctioneer sighed. Although unwilling, he ultimately had no choice but to bring down his gavel.

And just like that, this protective spiritual armor was sold for 11 million.

Ye Bufan was also delighted. He hadn't expected to acquire the armor so easily. It seemed his previous efforts had not been in vain.

He put away the armor that the hostess had delivered and, looking at He Changsheng, said mockingly, “Young Master He, you’ve really disappointed me. Don’t tell me you’re out of money?”