Chapter 138
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Chapter 138: Thank You All for Supporting
The auction officially began under Liu Feikong’s disgusted expression, as if he had just swallowed a fly.
The atmosphere was tense.
The venue was eerily quiet.
This was perhaps the strangest auction in history, yet Liu Feikong had no choice but to press on, gritting his teeth. He deeply regretted not having someone else host the event from the beginning.
“Dear guests, all the items up for bidding today are extraordinary treasures, starting at ten million spirit stones. Each raise must be no less than one million spirit stones. Alright, I won’t waste any more time,” Liu Feikong said, abandoning the elaborate speech he had planned to showcase his eloquence—one that also included mocking Zhang Yang. Instead, he cut straight to the point.
“For our first item, please take a look.”
A beautiful attendant stepped forward, presenting a crimson coral about the size of a human head. It glowed with a faint red light, as though it were bleeding.
The previously silent venue buzzed with excitement.
Liu Feikong straightened up and smirked. “I trust that everyone here has a keen eye and isn’t like some country bumpkin who wouldn’t recognize this treasure. However, for those who are ignorant, allow me to reluctantly introduce it.”
Zhang Yang rolled his eyes.
This guy was really looking for an excuse to mock him. He deserved a lesson.
Liu Feikong continued, “The Thousand-Year Red Blood Coral is a rare and powerful healing treasure. As long as the injury isn’t fatal, with this coral, anyone can recover in a short amount of time. Since we’re all martial artists, you understand the significance of such an item for survival and battle recovery.”
“Thousand-Year Red Blood Coral, starting bid at ten million spirit stones.”
The moment the words left his mouth—
“Twenty million!”
The bid came immediately.
The speaker was none other than Master Mu Yao, the uncle of the Great Xia Emperor.
His swift bid underscored the immense value of the Thousand-Year Red Blood Coral, sparking a frenzy among the bidders.
“Twenty-three million!”
“Twenty-five million!”
“Thirty million!”
The price soared rapidly.
When Master Mu Yao called out fifty million, the venue finally quieted down.
Liu Feikong’s voice rang out, “Fifty million from the Great Xia uncle! Any other bidders? Anyone else? If not, it will belong to the Great Xia uncle! Fifty million for the first time, fifty million for the second time, fifty million for the—”
Just then, a slow, deliberate voice rang out.
“One hundred million.”
Liu Feikong choked mid-sentence.
When he saw the bidder, his expression turned even more sour.
It was Zhang Yang.
A stir swept through the crowd.
All eyes turned toward Master Mu Yao.
Would he concede?
Master Mu Yao let out a cold sneer. “One hundred ten million.”
He had no intention of backing down.
The repeated humiliations Zhang Yang had dealt to the Great Xia Empire fueled his rage—he was determined to teach him a lesson.
Zhang Yang smiled.
Then, he casually raised his bid.
“Two hundred million.”
The already restless venue erupted into chaos once more.
Master Mu Yao’s gaze turned icy, sharp enough to kill.
Zhang Yang tilted his head and mocked him.
“Keep going. Anyone who doesn’t dare to bid is just the country bumpkin Liu Feikong was talking about. And country bumpkins… are nothing but poor folk.”
Liu Feikong’s lips twitched.
Damn it! This bastard had twisted his words against him again!
Master Mu Yao sneered. “Do you really think you can match my wealth?”
Zhang Yang shouted boldly, “Afraid? At worst, I’ll stake all the spirit stones of the Mo family! Come on, let’s see this through to the end!”
Master Mu Yao nearly cursed aloud.
Zhang Yang added, “Let’s keep going! Anyone who backs out now is just a country bumpkin, just like Liu Feikong said.”
Liu Feikong gritted his teeth, cursing Zhang Yang inwardly. Without wasting another second, he quickly announced, “Any further bids? Two hundred million for the first time, two hundred million for the second time, two hundred million for the third time—sold!”
A graceful attendant brought over the Thousand-Year Red Blood Coral.
Zhang Yang casually gestured for it to be placed aside.
Then, he turned to Liu Feikong and said, “The spirit stones will be yours after the auction. You know how much wealth your Liu family holds in Mo City—I have just as much. A few spirit stones here and there won’t make a difference.”
Liu Feikong clenched his fists, his face burning with humiliation.
He took a deep breath and pressed on with the auction.
The next item up for bidding was the Golden Fruit—a treasure capable of refining one’s bones into golden strength.
Liu Feikong announced with forced composure, “Golden Fruit, starting price: two million spirit stones, with each bid increment no less than two hundred thousand.”
This time, more people were tempted.
Especially Long Luanshen from the Burial Dragon Forbidden Ground, whose eyes gleamed with undisguised desire.
But before anyone could speak—
“Two billion.”
Zhang Yang raised the bid tenfold in one go.
Then, he added, “Whoever dares to bid against me, I’ll go all the way. After all, I’ve got the wealth of both the Mo family and the Liu family in Mo City.”
Liu Feikong and Master Mu Yao’s expressions darkened further. This guy was truly insufferable.
Many who had considered bidding quickly backed off.
Even if Zhang Yang ended up dead, bidding against him now would mean getting outbid by a corpse—at more than ten times the price. That wouldn’t just be a financial loss; it would be a complete loss of face.
One by one, they chose to retreat.
Seeing this, Liu Feikong had no choice but to declare the Golden Fruit sold to Zhang Yang and promptly moved on to the next item.
The third auction item was a fragment of bronze armor, inscribed with the cultivation methods for the Azure Gold Battle Body.
This time, Liu Feikong glanced at Zhang Yang, a mocking glint flashing in his eyes.
He announced, “Starting bid… two billion, with each increment no less than one hundred million.”
The room fell silent.
Many exchanged amused glances before turning their eyes toward Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang snorted. “Starting at two billion? Tsk, tsk, that’s steep. But no matter—I’ve got spirit stones to spare. Five billion!”
No one raised the bid.
Liu Feikong struck the gavel, and the bronze armor fragment once again belonged to Zhang Yang.
The item was placed before him.
For the next six consecutive auctions, Zhang Yang dominated the scene.
Liu Feikong, now clearly targeting him, raised the normal starting price by tenfold.
Yet, Zhang Yang continued to double the bids without hesitation.
Inside the Trapped Dragon Pavilion, only their voices echoed.
Meanwhile, the pile of treasures in front of Zhang Yang grew larger and larger.
Many people snickered in secret.
Long Luanshen whispered mockingly, “Foolish Zhang Yang… He’s actually helping the Liu family complete this auction. Not only is he letting them rebuild their reputation, but he’s also letting them make a huge profit. And once he’s dead, they’ll just take back all these items and auction them off again. Hmph, his so-called momentum will collapse completely because of this.”
Others chuckled and murmured among themselves.
“As expected, he’s just a country bumpkin. He doesn’t even realize that Liu Feikong is deliberately inflating the prices.”
Whispers and mockery filled the venue, and though Zhang Yang could hear them, he remained unbothered, continuing to bid relentlessly.
At last, the final auction item was presented—
The Golden Dragon Shield.
A sacred artifact said to lift the Underworld Spirit Forbidden Law and hold the potential to ascend as a holy weapon.
Just as Liu Feikong was about to speak—
Zhang Yang interrupted.
“I set the price at ten billion.”
Bang!
Liu Feikong immediately dropped the hammer and declared, “Sold!”
With that, Zhang Yang claimed every auction item.
The atmosphere in the venue shifted.
Now that the auction was over, what everyone had truly been waiting for was about to begin.
Zhang Yang stood up, turned to face the crowd, straightened his clothes, and, with unshakable confidence, declared—
“Thank you all for attending my auction, for your support, for warming up the atmosphere… In short, thank you for your backing.”
Then, he smiled coldly and added,
“Next comes another thrilling event—a blood feast. If you’re not involved, it’s best to leave now. That’s my kind reminder.”
At his words, many attendees hesitated.
Though they had wanted to witness the bloodshed, they knew that even being caught in the aftermath of the impending clash could mean certain death.
One after another, they chose to leave.
The once crowded venue quickly emptied, with nearly nine out of ten people disappearing.
What remained were those who had come to fight.
Mainly, the Liu family, the Great Xia royal family, and the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
Zhang Yang’s gaze swept over the ones who stayed.
He smiled.
“Alright, you all get ready. I’ll settle the bill first.”
Then, he turned to Liu Feikong.
Liu Feikong coldly stated, “One hundred seventy billion spirit stones.”
Without hesitation, Zhang Yang took out a piece of paper, handed it to him, and said—
“The excess is for you.” Upon seeing the paper, Liu Feikong’s face turned as pale as a sheet, and his entire body trembled violently.
