Chapter 388: Deliberate Provocation

The Four Great Forces of Wuhuang Province.

Every one of them had terrifyingly deep foundations, and financial power was naturally a part of that.

Time at the auction flew by as items were brought onto the stage one after another, bid upon, and the bidding concluded.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed, and it was now noon.

The prices of the items auctioned earlier were so high that ordinary people simply could not hope to compete.

For instance, there were decent Profound Rank Magical Artifacts, Fourth-Grade Medicinal Pills, and various Materials.

The one presiding over the auction was still Wu Qingyan.

Hosting an auction was an exhausting chore; every time she spoke from the auction stage, she had to infuse her voice with spiritual energy so it could reach all corners of the venue.

Even Xiao Fan hadn't expected that Wu Qingyan could hold out for so long.

Just what was her cultivation level?

Currently, he couldn't see through her at all.

"Next, the item for auction is five drops of the Essence Blood of the Eight Gods Spirit Monkey, commonly known as eight gods spirit blood… This spirit monkey itself is not strong, but its numbers are few and it is extremely rare…"

Wu Qingyan spoke slowly, her voice reaching everywhere: "Five drops of eight gods spirit blood. The starting bid is two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, with each increment being no less than thirty thousand Spirit Stones."

The starting price of two hundred thousand Spirit Stones for the eight gods spirit blood was relatively inexpensive as far as prices went.

Very few people even knew about this eight gods spirit blood, let alone needed it.

"Two hundred thousand."

Xiao Fan spoke up immediately. Although he already had five drops, he was determined to get these other five drops as well.

Warrior Feng and Elder Shi Pin were fine and didn't react much; they knew Xiao Fan's purpose for coming here was the eight gods spirit blood.

But Elder Yin Su didn't know, nor did he know how deep Xiao Fan's pockets were.

Calling out two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, he didn't show even a hint of heartache.

"Three hundred thousand."

An abrupt voice rang out; it was the head of a major Family speaking.

Looking at his gaze, he clearly had a great interest in the eight gods spirit blood as well.

Xiao Fan frowned. This was his first time participating in an auction, and though he had been watching for half a day, the feeling was still unpleasant…

Something he originally intended to buy for two hundred thousand had jumped by a hundred thousand the moment someone else opened their mouth. If he still wanted it, he had to go higher than that number.

He suddenly felt a pang of regret for his wallet. The opponent had raised it to three hundred thousand, so if he spoke, it would have to be at least three hundred and thirty thousand…

Just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to raise the bid…

Another voice sounded in the arena.

"Four hundred thousand…"

The bidder was a grey-robed old man who, based on his seating, appeared to be a Loose Cultivator.

Xiao Fan: "…"

It became four hundred thousand just like that!

When watching others bid earlier, he hadn't felt it so directly, but at this moment, he finally understood how Elder Yin Su and the others felt when bidding.

Agony…

It was too painful to have no money.

And it was extremely torturous.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand."

While Xiao Fan was lost in thought, the Family head who had spoken first bid once again.

The price was skyrocketing and was now about to break through to five hundred thousand.

Xiao Fan's Face turned grim…

"Five hundred thousand…"

At this time, besides those two, another person joined the bidding.

Xiao Fan was so angry he began to grind his teeth…

"Eight hundred thousand!!" Xiao Fan shouted, his voice loud and filled with anger.

Eight hundred thousand—nearly half of the Spirit Stones on him—was about to vanish just like that.

It would be a lie to say he didn't feel the sting.

The people near the auction stage were somewhat surprised. Xiao Fan was a Jixian Sect Disciple, but the one bidding wasn't Elder Yin Su…

That meant the Spirit Stones he was bidding with were all his own?

Good heavens.

To be so wealthy at such a young age?

One must know, Xiao Fan only had a cultivation at the fifth level of the Tongtian Realm.

How much money could a Cultivator at this Realm have?

In reality, with Xiao Fan's current net worth, he was indeed very wealthy.

It was just that he had been comparing himself to the wrong targets—comparing his individual wealth to the Four Great Sects and some major families!

This time, whether it was the grey-haired old man or that Family head, a flash of hesitation appeared on their Faces.

Was it worth spending over eight hundred thousand to buy five drops of a rare Spirit Beast's Essence Blood?

Clearly, in their view, it was not.

"Nine hundred thousand."

At this moment, another abrupt voice rang out, raising the price once more.

Xiao Fan's Face instantly went dark, and he ground his teeth in fury…

The one who raised the price this time was a young man. He was located within a major Family's section, and his seat was near the front, right next to the Family head, showing his high status.

After raising the price, he looked at Xiao Fan with a playful gaze, seemingly with a hint of teasing intent.

Xiao Fan's teeth itched with rage…

"One million!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and spoke, thoroughly incensed.

"Hehe…" The young man chuckled and did not continue to bid. From his expression, he didn't seem to find it a pity at all…

Seeing the other's expression, Xiao Fan knew the guy was purely doing it to disgust him.

He was certain this was the first time he had met the other person. Why was he targeting him?

"Damn it!" Xiao Fan was fuming.

An item with a starting bid of two hundred thousand had ended up reaching a price of one million. This was not low at all.

This time, no one continued to compete with him.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Finally, these five drops of eight gods spirit blood belonged to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan gritted his teeth as he went to pay the Spirit Stones and took possession of the remaining five drops of eight gods spirit blood. After all, he wasn't Elder Yin Su and didn't have that much Face.

After settling the payment, Xiao Fan sat back down in a huff.

At the same time, he glared fiercely at the person who had just outbid him. He would remember this grudge!