The old fellows who had emerged from seclusion were not interested in these things; what they cared about was the Breakthrough Pill.
As time went on, the final item, the Breakthrough Pill, finally made its appearance.
"Next is the last item of today, also the finale. I believe everyone has been waiting impatiently. It is the Breakthrough Pill you have all been anticipating!"
The auctioneer's words immediately caused a stir. Most people here had come for the Breakthrough Pill.
"For this auction, our boss has generously offered three Breakthrough Pills, which are also the last few remaining in the Martial Alliance. If you miss this opportunity, you can only exchange for them with points in the Martial Alliance's redemption area. Opportunity knocks but once, this will be your easiest chance to obtain a Breakthrough Pill. What are you waiting for? Let the bidding begin!"
The auctioneer finished his prepared lines with great enthusiasm.
"The starting bid is one hundred million, with each increment no less than ten million. Let the bidding commence!"
The venue fell silent for a moment. All the senior figures were stunned for a while, mainly because the financial power was in the hands of their juniors, and they hadn't immediately grasped how much one hundred million was.
"One hundred and fifty million."
An old man was the first to raise his paddle and speak.
"One hundred and seventy million!"
Another old man, unwilling to be outdone, followed closely.
"One hundred and eighty million!"
"One hundred and ninety million!"
"Two hundred million!"
...
The price soared, showing no signs of stopping.
"Two hundred and forty million!"
An old man, not to be outdone, raised his paddle again.
The middle-aged man beside him immediately knelt down.
"Ancestor! We don't have that much money! Are you going to sell your descendants!"
"Get lost! You've been living off my reputation for so many years, what's wrong with me spending a little of your money?"
The old man erupted in fury, appearing ready to kill the middle-aged man at the slightest disagreement.
The middle-aged man immediately shrunk his head, not daring to argue with his ancestor.
"Two hundred and fifty million."
The price of two hundred and forty million was quickly surpassed.
"Three hundred million!"
A voice rang out with great force, silencing everyone in the hall.
"Grandpa, is it worth spending three hundred million on a pill?"
Ye Xingchen asked the old man beside him with a hint of confusion.
"If its effects are as stated, then it is worth it!"
Ye Nantian said softly.
Ye Xingchen didn't understand and could only nod in agreement.
Ye Nantian's bid stunned many, and the hall fell silent for a moment. This price made many hesitate.
"Three hundred and ten million."
Not far from Ye Nantian, another voice rang out, directly surpassing Ye Nantian's bid.
Ye Nantian frowned and looked back.
"Old Sun, do you have that much money?"
Seeing who had bid, Ye Nantian asked with a mocking tone.
"Heh! Whether I have money or not is none of your business. If you have money, then bid higher."
Sun Wusheng said with a light smile.
"Hmph! Three hundred and twenty million."
Ye Nantian said nothing further and directly increased his bid by another ten million.
"Three hundred and thirty million."
Sun Wusheng said calmly.
Ye Nantian's brow furrowed. This Sun Wusheng was clearly intending to oppose him.
"Three hundred and fifty million!"
Ye Nantian gritted his teeth and directly raised the bid to three hundred and fifty million.
This was already a very high price, and fewer than ten people could afford to bid this high.
"Three hundred and sixty million."
Sun Wusheng smiled slightly and, looking provocatively at Ye Nantian, added another ten million.
Ye Nantian was instantly enraged.
"Old Sun! Do you even have that much money!"
Ye Nantian couldn't hold back. How could Sun Wusheng, an elder of a sect, possibly have so much money?
"Mind your own business! My descendants are all CEOs of listed companies. Is this amount of money a big deal to me?"
Sun Wusheng said to Ye Nantian with a mocking expression.
Ye Nantian was rendered speechless. He had been in seclusion for so many years and truly didn't know how well Sun Wusheng's descendants were doing.
"If you can't afford it, then shut up, you pauper."
Sun Wusheng taunted Ye Nantian.
Ye Nantian was so angered by Sun Wusheng that he was puffing out his beard and glaring.
"Three hundred and seventy million!"
Ye Nantian gritted his teeth and shouted out the price.
Ye Xingchen, standing beside him, was heartbroken. This was all the money they had brought today!
"Three hundred and eighty million."
Sun Wusheng's calm voice made Ye Nantian collapse.
"Grandpa, we don't have any more money."
Ye Xingchen quietly reminded Ye Nantian.
"I know!"
Ye Nantian roared at Ye Xingchen.
He had been outbid by an old rival, and it made him deeply resentful.
"Three hundred and ninety million!"
Ye Nantian gritted his teeth and raised his paddle to bid again.
Ye Xingchen hesitated beside him, but under his grandfather's threatening gaze, he remained silent.
"Four hundred million."
Ye Nantian's bid, gritted out through clenched teeth, was again surpassed. This time, the bidder was not Sun Wusheng, but someone else.
No one had interrupted the bidding between the two earlier, as they wanted to see the limits of both. Now that Ye Nantian had clearly reached his limit, those with the means began to bid without hesitation.
Ye Nantian frowned. If he bid again, he truly wouldn't have the money.
Ye Nantian pondered for a long time.
"It's just a small organization. What can they do to me even if I don't pay them? I'll just destroy them in a fit of rage!"
Ye Nantian had only recently emerged from seclusion and was unaware of the Martial Alliance's previous achievements. He thought the Martial Alliance was just a newly emerged, insignificant organization, not to be feared in his eyes.
"Four hundred and fifty million!"
Ye Nantian directly added another fifty million. Since he had already decided to default, why not bid freely?
"Four hundred and sixty million."
Sun Wusheng looked at Ye Nantian with a serious expression and increased the bid by another ten million.
He had thought Ye Nantian was not to be feared, but he hadn't expected the Ye family to have such profound resources to so generously offer over four hundred million.
"Four hundred and eighty million."
Ye Nantian glanced dismissively at Sun Wusheng and increased the bid by twenty million.
Sun Wusheng looked at Ye Nantian in surprise.
How had this old fellow suddenly become so generous?
Sun Wusheng pondered for a long time before raising his paddle again.
"Four hundred and ninety million."
This was his last bid. Regardless of whether others followed, he would not bid again.
While strength was important, his descendants' money was not earned easily. Exceeding five hundred million was no longer worth the risk; he couldn't let his descendants' hard-earned money be wasted.
"Five hundred million!"
Ye Nantian did not hesitate. Regardless of anything else, he would secure the Breakthrough Pill first.
Ye Xingchen was resentful beside him but dared not utter a word.
With this price, everyone else lost their spirit. This was already a very high price, and most people could not afford it.
Moreover, there were still two more pills. They wanted to save their money for the remaining two Breakthrough Pills, so no one bid further this time.
"Heh!"
Ye Nantian let out a light laugh, looking around disdainfully.
He strode onto the stage, intending to claim the Breakthrough Pill.
"Senior, please proceed to the back for the transaction."
Under the guidance of the staff, Ye Nantian was not allowed onto the stage and was instead led to the backstage for the transaction.