As Yin Xinyue's voice faded, the audience fell into silence, heavy and still.
The previous clamor ceased abruptly.
After nearly several minutes, when one person finally spoke, the others seemed to react.
"Are they crazy? Does such a medicine really exist in the world?"
A foreign man asked.
Immediately after, the audience erupted into a chaotic din once more.
"Judging by the effects just seen, I truly don't doubt that Xia Country has this technology!"
"Damn, this is too insane. If I had this medicine, I wouldn't be afraid of death."
"How could Xia Country possibly have something so terrifying? Is this the mystery of the East?"
"What exactly are these things they have? Are gods real?"
The audience was in disarray.
But everyone understood one thing: this auction had truly just begun.
And Yin Xinyue had undoubtedly piqued everyone's interest with her words.
Inside a private room.
"They have so many things from Xia Country. We must acquire this medicine, no matter what."
A US military officer spoke.
After he finished, the woman behind him nodded quickly.
He knew that if this item were taken back and studied, it could potentially elevate the standards of medicine.
Yin Xinyue wore a smile.
She knew the crowd's enthusiasm had been ignited.
Her objective had been achieved. When the key items appeared, they would also go all out.
"Fuck! My ten million principal is gone. How am I supposed to compete for these things?"
"Quickly, throw up what's in your stomach."
The most unfortunate one at this moment was probably Kerry.
He had spent tens of millions on a pill, only for it to be eaten by his subordinate.
"Sir, that medicine dissolved inside me. It started to take effect as soon as I ingested it,"
The subordinate said aggrievedly.
Kerry was furious, but he dared not lash out in the auction hall.
"Everything auctioned by our Xinyue Restaurant is authentic. Please bid with confidence."
Yin Xinyue spoke again.
This time, no one questioned her.
When even severed limbs could be reattached, who would doubt the authenticity of the items?
"Next, we will be auctioning the Evil-Suppression Talisman!"
"The Evil-Suppression Talisman, when pasted inside a house or hung on a door, possesses a certain power to ward off evil."
Yin Xinyue announced.
Behind her, a young lady carried a tray, slowly walking to the center of the auction stage.
"The starting bid for this item is fifty thousand."
"Each bid increment must not be less than ten thousand."
As her voice fell, the audience below looked somewhat bewildered.
Foreigners naturally didn't understand the meaning of warding off evil or expelling malevolent spirits.
However, judging by Yin Xinyue's tone and demeanor, it was likely significant.
Recalling the previous events, as soon as Yin Xinyue finished speaking, someone began to bid.
"Seventy thousand."
A foreign man bid.
Even though he didn't fully understand, anything put up for auction must be of value.
"Eighty thousand."
"Ninety thousand."
"One hundred thousand."
The numbers climbed relentlessly.
A single talisman was fetching a sky-high price of one hundred and twenty thousand.
Zhang Tian, seated in the private room, his gaze fell upon the talisman.
This talisman was not drawn by him, nor could he tell if Hu Bayi had drawn it.
This meant it was likely inscribed by another Taoist practitioner.
"Could it be that there are other Taoist practitioners in Beili?"
Zhang Tian mused, recalling a Taoist he had encountered before.
Previously, when he was auctioning, a Taoist had fixated on him.
They had vied for a peach wood sword.
That was also the only living Taoist Zhang Tian had encountered.
However, he had died later.
"This talisman is not of high grade, so the cultivator's skill should not be high either."
"Never mind, as long as it doesn't affect me."
Zhang Tian murmured, looking at the talisman, and finally stopped overthinking.
For Zhang Tian, he was too lazy to bother with other people's affairs, as long as they didn't disturb him.
"So violent. A broken talisman sold for over a hundred thousand."
"Boss, you scattered talismans in the tomb before, didn't you scatter tens of millions worth?"
Fatty said with a pained expression.
Zhang Tian touched his cheek. Indeed, he had been scattering money.
However, if those talismans entered the market in large quantities, their price would surely be much lower.
Besides, Zhang Tian had no intention of selling such things.
"Fatty, the situation is different."
Hu Bayi's hoarse voice came.
Fatty touched his cheek.
"What a loss."
Fatty grumbled, still feeling a pang of regret.
Soon, Yin Xinyue introduced several more items.
There were those for attracting wealth, weapons, and some peculiar objects.
One item, however, caught Zhang Tian's attention.
"Next, we will be auctioning a tree root!"
"The origin of this tree root is unknown, and its age is uncertain. However, there is a faint fragrance emanating from the root."
"It can be confirmed that this tree root is no ordinary item."
"The starting bid is thirty thousand, with each bid increment not less than three thousand."
Yin Xinyue explained, and a yellow tree root was placed on the tray.
This item was merely a transitional piece.
Once the tree root was sold, the main event could begin.
Everyone, both below and in the private rooms, understood this implication.
Therefore, no one spoke.
"Grandpa, this thing seems a bit unusual."
A young man in the audience spoke.
"Hmm, it is an extraordinary tree root. Let's try to buy it."
The old man said.
His hoarse voice came out.
"Forty thousand!"
The young man raised his paddle.
"Eighty thousand."
Just as the young man was determined to win, a voice came from above.
It was Zhang Tian speaking.
"Boss, why are you spending so much money on a tree root?"
Fatty sat beside him, looking utterly perplexed.
My goodness, had Zhang Tian gone mad, spending so much money on a tree root?
"This tree root has a problem."
Hu Bayi spoke from the side.
"Mm, this is a Yellow Thunder Root."
Zhang Tian nodded slightly.
As he spoke, both Fatty and Hu Bayi looked dumbfounded.
"Boss, how do you know? It just looks like a regular tree root."
Fatty said with a dejected expression.
"I've heard of it."
Zhang Tian replied nonchalantly.
Just now, a description of this tree root had appeared in his mind.
Therefore, Zhang Tian knew its value.
Zhang Tian was also unsure why such an item would appear at Xinyue Restaurant.
However, Zhang Tian knew this was something that appeared only once in a rare few centuries.
This Yellow Thunder Root is formed when lightning strikes a peach tree, and the lightning's power condenses entirely onto a single root.
Lightning striking a peach tree is already rare.
Furthermore, for all the lightning's power to converge on a single root makes it even more scarce.
Statistically, it would be fortunate if one appeared in tens of millions of years.
And the primary use of this type of tree root is for crafting weapons!
If a peach wood sword were made with this material, its power would increase hundreds of times over, and one might even be able to utilize the inherent power within the root.
As Zhang Tian called out his bid, no one on the floor dared to speak.
No one would dare to offend the person in the private room over a mere tree root.
"Grandpa, should we bid again?"
The young man looked at the old man.
"No. The person above is unusual. He can see the difference in this tree root, which means he has the means."
"Let's remain low-key."
The old man said, and the young man nodded.
He did not raise his paddle again.
Unbeknownst to them, Zhang Tian's gaze had long since fallen upon the grandfather and grandson.