The Bai Pavilion was already crowded with people from all walks of life. The great powers of the Tranquil Continent were gathered there, and in one of the VIP rooms, a figure clad in black robes with a hood covering their head could be seen. That person was none other than Zhao Ling.
After quite a long wait, a beautiful woman finally took the stage.
"Well then, ladies and gentlemen, let's begin this year's auction. But before that, allow me to introduce myself. I am Bai Lin, and I will be hosting this auction. The rules remain the same as in previous years – here, only money talks. There will be no leveraging of status, and those who fail to comply will be blacklisted from the Bai Pavilion," said the woman named Bai Lin, as the participants below cheered her name, praising her as a goddess.
"Without further ado, we shall commence the auction. We have only seven items this year, but though fewer than last year, these seven items are incredibly rare. So, I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, you won't regret participating in this year's auction. Now, let's move on to the first item," announced Bai Lin.
A servant entered, carrying a tray with a purple fruit on top.
"Alright, let's begin with the first item. I believe you are all familiar with this fruit. Yes, this is a Ninth Level Purple Apple. This fruit can raise a Sky Realm cultivator by one level, and if successfully refined, it holds immense value even for Half-Step Divine Realm cultivators. Therefore, the starting price for this fruit is 100,000 gold coins, with bids increasing in increments no less than 10,000 gold coins," declared Bai Lin, leaving everyone astonished. They wondered how the Bai Pavilion could be so generous as to auction off such a precious fruit.
"100,000 gold coins!"
"200,000 gold coins!"
"300,000 gold coins!"
The price kept climbing as those in the VIP rooms competed fiercely for the fruit, while those on the lower floor remained silent, listening to the bidding war among the VIPs.
In just a short time, the price had soared from 100,000 to 1 million gold coins. Meanwhile, Zhao Ling remained silent in his room. Of course, he desired the Purple Apple, as he, too, needed it. But he was waiting for the highest bid from the other rooms.
"2 million gold coins! I hope the other elders will yield; our leader deeply desires this fruit," a voice boomed from VIP room 8, belonging to none other than Wu Ming.
"Hmph, Wu Ming, do you think your leader is the only one who needs it? We need it too!" sneered a voice from room 4, belonging to the Han Clan.
"2.1 million gold coins!" declared the person from the Han Clan, Han Wei.
"Damn you, Han Wei! Does the Han Clan wish to wage war with the Soul Palace?" roared Wu Ming, his face reddening with anger. The two factions had a history of animosity and never got along.
"Huh, what makes you think the Han Clan fears the Soul Palace?" Han Wei retorted sarcastically, causing Wu Ming to gnash his teeth. However, as they were arguing, a voice suddenly echoed from room 12.
"5 million gold coins," the voice stated calmly, instantly silencing everyone in shock. They turned their heads towards the source, curious about the person in that room who dared to casually throw out such a large sum.
"Bastard! Who are you? Are you trying to challenge the Soul Palace?" Wu Ming bellowed towards room 12, his face flushed. The entire hall fell silent upon hearing his outburst.
"Hahaha! The Soul Palace? Do you think everyone is afraid of you? You're just a loser who couldn't even catch a young man at the Saint Realm and you dare to shout here? You should just kill yourself rather than bear the shame," a mocking laughter erupted from room 12, where Zhao Ling resided. He intentionally provoked Wu Ming with his words.
The entire hall, except for the VIP rooms, gasped as they heard the response from room 12. The VIPs, however, couldn't help but laugh, as they were aware of the situation.
"You... How dare you insult me!" Wu Ming roared in fury.
Wussssssss!
The aura of a 1-Star Sky Realm cultivator exploded from his body, pressing down on everyone below. However, the VIP rooms remained unaffected.
Just as Wu Ming was feeling smug, an overwhelmingly powerful aura suddenly descended upon the hall. This time, even the occupants of the VIP rooms felt the pressure. It was the aura of a Half-Step Divine Realm expert.
"Wu Ming, how dare you cause a disturbance in my pavilion? Do you think I fear the Soul Hall?" a deep voice boomed. The space in the hall distorted, and a middle-aged man materialized. Wu Ming paled instantly upon seeing the man.
"M-My apologies, Lord Bai! I won't do it again," stammered Wu Ming, trembling in fear and shame.
"If you do this again, I will blacklist you and the Soul Hall from the Bai Pavilion," declared the man, his voice laced with authority. He was Bai Zun, the owner of the Bai Pavilion.
After retracting his aura, Bai Zun prepared to seal the spatial tear. But just then, a voice stopped him.
"Yo, old man! It's been a while. Don't you want to have some tea with me?" the voice said casually. The voice came from room 12. Everyone was dumbfounded. They thought the person in room 12 was a lunatic who had a death wish.
"Mind your words! No one dares to address me like that," Bai Zun said coldly, glaring at room 12 with sharp eyes. Everyone shuddered and swallowed nervously.
'Is that person insane? Calling one of the strongest experts 'old man'?' That was the thought running through everyone's minds.
"Hahaha! You're still as grumpy as ever, old man. Indeed, no one in this continent would dare to address you like that, but are you sure about that? Didn't the three old fellows from the other pavilions call you the same? Oh, and there's one more person, but I don't need to mention their name," Zhao Ling laughed. He was quite close to the four pavilion masters, and it was because of them that he was safe from the pursuit of the three great clans back then.
Bai Zun's initially cold expression changed instantly when he heard those words. He then burst into laughter.
"You rascal! So it's you! Hahaha!" Bai Zun laughed heartily, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
"Hehe, old man, I hope you still have some Rainbow Tea left," Zhao Ling chuckled from his room.
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