Chapter 163: Terrifying Price
The old man watched the crowd growing increasingly excited and finally spoke: "Alright, the starting bid for the Crimson Flame Demon Lion is five hundred mid-grade origin stones. Now, the auction begins."
"Boom!"
As the old man's words fell, the suppressed voices in the auction hall erupted. Someone immediately stood up and shouted loudly: "Mid-grade origin stones, one thousand."
"Mid-grade origin stones, one thousand two hundred."
"I bid one thousand five hundred mid-grade origin stones."
Many people called out bids in succession, but the crowd knew this was only the beginning. How could the Crimson Flame Demon Lion be auctioned off for just one or two thousand mid-grade origin stones?
Lin Feng sat very calmly in the pavilion. He himself had underestimated the value of the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, but after seeing the price the Tyrant Blade had fetched, he understood that the Crimson Flame Demon Lion's price would be even more terrifying.
The young woman sitting beside him looked at Lin Feng with interest. How could the eyes behind that silver mask remain so calm?
"Young master, how should I address you from now on?" the young woman asked Lin Feng.
"Address?" Lin Feng's eyes flickered for a moment, then he said casually: "Just call me Young Master Feng."
"Young Master Feng, my name is Yi Xue." The young woman said sweetly. Lin Feng nodded slightly. In just this short time, the price of the Crimson Flame Demon Lion had already reached three thousand mid-grade origin stones. It might soon match the price the Tyrant Blade had fetched.
Behind Lin Feng, the young man surnamed Meng coldly swept his gaze over Lin Feng, sneering inwardly.
Standing up, the young man walked to the edge of the noble area, leaned against the railing, and said: "Today, I, Meng Cong, am determined to have this Crimson Flame Demon Lion. I ask everyone to do me a favor and not compete with me. If you do, we can be friends from now on. But if you insist on competing and still lose in the end, then we can't even be friends. That wouldn't be very pleasant."
Hearing Meng Cong's words, the crowd's gazes instantly froze. This bastard was using his status to pressure others. His words were undoubtedly a threat—whether they wanted to be friends or enemies, the choice was theirs!
Many people stared at Meng Cong, but seeing that he was in the VIP area and bore the surname Meng, they dared not say much.
In the Imperial City, there was only one noble family with the surname Meng!
"Now, I bid three thousand and one mid-grade origin stones."
A faint, smug smile curled at the corner of Meng Cong's mouth as he glanced at Lin Feng. Since Lin Feng dared to snatch what he wanted, he would make sure Lin Feng couldn't even afford to pay for the Tyrant Blade.
On the high platform, the old man also swept an unhappy look at Meng Cong. This guy's behavior was making him very uncomfortable.
"The Crimson Flame Demon Lion is mine." Just as Meng Cong was showing off his smugness, a domineering voice rang out: "Four thousand mid-grade origin stones."
"Who said that?" Meng Cong's face turned cold. He hadn't expected that just as he was showing off, someone would refuse to give him face and make him look bad.
His eyes gleaming with cold light, Meng Cong scanned the crowd, searching for the speaker.
"I did."
The cold, domineering voice sounded again. Then, among the crowd, a figure slowly stood up. This person had a head of golden hair, and even his eyes shimmered with golden light, extremely eerie.
Seeing this person, many people's pupils contracted sharply. It was him!
"Mad Lion!" Meng Cong's eyes narrowed into slits.
"What do you want?" Mad Lion's golden eyes looked toward the VIP area, his voice cold. This made Meng Cong's eyes freeze again, and his face stiffened as he said: "Heh heh, so it's a distinguished disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. Since you want to bid, I'll give you face and won't compete with you."
Mad Lion turned his gaze away, not even bothering to acknowledge Meng Cong, making Meng Cong's face even more humiliated. His face was completely lost.
"Pfft!"
A mocking laugh suddenly rang out, especially jarring in the quiet space. Meng Cong's eyes turned icy as he slowly turned to look at Lin Feng.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at some people whose words stink worse than farts." Lin Feng sneered. This Meng Cong had been arrogantly telling everyone not to compete with him, but the moment he saw Mad Lion, he immediately backed down. Knowing he couldn't win, he still put on a grand show of giving face to others—utterly ridiculous.
The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was one of the most powerful forces in the Snow Moon Kingdom, located right in the Imperial City and extremely formidable. Although Meng Cong's status was extraordinary, he immediately backed down when he saw someone from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
At this moment, Meng Cong's face had darkened to the extreme. Today, he had been humiliated by Lin Feng several times. He had originally wanted to regain some face by auctioning the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, using his status to suppress other bidders. But he never expected to mess up again, running into Mad Lion, and then being ridiculed by Lin Feng's words. Meng Cong had lost all face today.
But others had no time to care about his feelings. The old man smiled faintly and said from the auction platform: "Four thousand mid-grade origin stones. Is there any higher bid? The Crimson Flame Demon Lion could become a Profound Demon in the future, or even a Heavenly Demon capable of destroying heaven and earth. At that time, you could roam the Snow Moon Kingdom without fear, dominating as king."
"Four thousand five hundred mid-grade origin stones." As soon as the old man's tempting words fell, someone raised the bid again. Although they knew their chances of winning against Mad Lion were slim, they still had to try—this was a Crimson Flame Demon Lion.
"Five thousand mid-grade origin stones." Mad Lion's expression was impassive. Once he set his mind on something, he would see it through. This was also why Meng Cong had withdrawn from the competition—because he understood Mad Lion's personality.
"Six thousand mid-grade origin stones." A black-robed old man gritted his teeth and made a bid.
"Ten thousand mid-grade origin stones."
Mad Lion's calm words made the crowd's hearts tremble. Ten thousand mid-grade origin stones—Mad Lion didn't even furrow his brow when he said it.
"No wonder people say the Cloud Sea Sect is the weakest among the strongest forces in the Snow Moon Kingdom. It seems that's true."
Lin Feng sighed inwardly. The Cloud Sea Sect was indeed far behind. This could be seen from their resources. The relatively unknown Heavenly One Academy possessed four great elemental qi veins, while the Cloud Sea Sect had none. At the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, a single disciple could casually bid a sky-high price of ten thousand mid-grade origin stones. In the old days of the Cloud Sea Sect, even low-grade origin stones were precious—there was simply no comparison.
"Eleven thousand mid-grade origin stones." The gray-robed old man's face was ugly as he squeezed out the words through gritted teeth. His strength had reached a bottleneck, and he needed the power of a demon beast.
"Fifteen thousand mid-grade origin stones." Mad Lion spoke again, making the crowd's hearts jolt violently. Then, bitter smiles appeared on their faces. Sure enough, no one could compete with this guy. Fifteen thousand mid-grade origin stones—many families couldn't even afford that, let alone an individual. No one bid anymore.
In the end, the Crimson Flame Demon Lion was won by Mad Lion for fifteen thousand mid-grade origin stones.
A faint smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. He was already very satisfied with this price. As for the one hundred mid-grade origin stones he had promised to deduct, no one would even care about that anymore. Lin Feng had never expected it to fetch such a terrifying price.
He had thought the Crimson Flame Demon Lion would sell for three or four thousand mid-grade origin stones at most.
Accompanied by Yi Xue, he went to the backstage. Someone came out from behind the second curtain and handed a pile of mid-grade origin stones to Lin Feng.
"Here are ten thousand mid-grade origin stones, what you deserve. Count them yourself."
The old man said to Lin Feng. Lin Feng smiled. Ten thousand mid-grade origin stones—more than he had expected.
Taking the origin stones, light flickered, and the stones instantly disappeared. This scene made the old man's expression freeze, and he looked at Lin Feng in surprise.
"It seems this old man's eyes are playing tricks on me."
The old man stared at Lin Feng's silver mask. He had deliberately taken out so many mid-grade origin stones to make things difficult for Lin Feng, but he never expected Lin Feng to possess a storage ring.
A storage ring was not something ordinary people could have. Lin Feng was definitely not simple.
A faint, calm smile appeared beneath Lin Feng's mask. He didn't reply. The old man didn't ask further either. He pointed to the Tyrant Blade beside him and said: "From now on, he is yours. Do with him as you please."
At this moment, the old man was slightly curious. The Tyrant Blade was a martial artist at the sixth layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, mastering blade momentum. He wondered what Lin Feng's strength was like and whether he could subdue this slave martial artist.
"Follow me." Lin Feng glanced at the Tyrant Blade and said casually. Then, he lifted his foot and walked out first.
The chains on the Tyrant Blade had all been removed. His expression was blank as he lifted his foot and followed Lin Feng's steps.
Leaving the auction house, after a moment, Lin Feng's footsteps paused. Then, he turned around and looked at the Tyrant Blade, who had also stopped and stood there with a cold, emotionless face.
When a slave martial artist's shackles were removed and they were no longer bound, they would naturally have their own thoughts and would no longer be so obedient. After all, they were human!