C330 One million

"This distinguished guest in private room thirty-six bids eight hundred and sixty thousand, is there a higher price?"

He Yafang looked around, and her gentle voice clearly spread across the entire auction ground. However, no one was willing to bid again, and a few among them had their throats opened wide, but had given up in the end.

Seeing that, He Yafang sighed in her heart, probably because no one was willing to increase the bid.

"860,000 going once."

No one said anything.

"860,000 times."

Still no one made a sound.

"860,000 …"

Before he could finish his sentence, a voice suddenly came out from a private room.

"Nine hundred thousand!"

The sudden voice caused everyone to be stunned. They did not expect that even when Zhao Chonglou had already announced that his force field was going to take this Cloud Thunder Silk, there was still someone who took action, forcibly stopping Zhao Chonglou.

However, when they looked at the room that the voice came from, their pupils constricted and they were filled with shock.

"It's Wu Chen, what is he doing buying Cloud Thread?"

"I don't know."

"From what I see, he most likely does not want to buy the Cloud Thunder Silk. Instead, he is just bragging."

"Bullsh * t, what do you mean by that?"

"Have you forgotten what happened three days ago?"

"Oh, I see."

In cubicle thirty-six, Zhao Chonglou's face sank. In his entire life, he had never been humiliated like three days ago, to actually lose to trash from a small country, this was simply a great humiliation to him. No matter what, he would kill that brat and bring all of the humiliation back home.

Off to the side, Zhao Fengguo sat there quietly, eyes closed in meditation. He didn't seem to care about anything that happened outside of the sect.

"Wu Chen, what's the use of you buying this?" Mu Youxue asked curiously.

Wu Chen nodded his head: "Of course, I lost a Spiritual Treasure, I need to repair it."

"Hur hur, I had thought that the handsome brother was trying to back up his words." Mi Lan laughed.

Wu Chen rolled his eyes. He was just going to raise the price, a little Zhao Chonglou, was it worth it for him to do such a thing?

Upon seeing this, everyone came to a realization that they weren't here to argue, but that it was actually useful.

At this time, He Yafang's voice sounded again, "This esteemed guest has bid nine hundred thousand, is there anyone else willing to offer an even higher price?"

As she spoke, her gaze landed on room thirty-six, where Zhao Chonglou was.

Without saying a word, Zhao Chonglou immediately raised the bid: 930,000 gold.

Since this brat looked down on him, there was no need for him to be courteous.

Wu Chen smiled faintly. To him, no matter who the other party was, as long as it was something he had his eyes on, there would not be anything that he could escape.

"One million silver."

Everyone's heart pounded violently. It seemed that this was the first time something had auctioned for a million taels of silver ever since the auction started.

"He broke through 1 million silver."

"tycoon, this is a true tycoon. He is generous and does not hold back on money."

"Compared to this person, we're simply too weak. There's no way to compare at all."

Everyone was shocked and in an uproar.

He Yafang took a deep breath. She had originally thought that since the price of the Cloud Thunder Silk had risen up to the level of the Eight One Hundred Thousand Silver Taels, it would already be an astronomical price. It was just that he did not expect that it would actually exceed one million silver taels.

"How hateful."

In room number 36, Zhao Chonglou was so angry that his face turned green. This brat, simply did not put him in his eyes.

"Brat, you're ruthless."

He was afraid that if he wasted the silver, it would affect their later purchases. The reason why they bought the Cloud Thunder Silk was because they wanted to forge a Spiritual Treasure, but in order to create the Spiritual Treasure, they would need a large amount of time. The consumption of human, material and financial resources was huge, so it would be better to buy a Spiritual Treasure.

However, he would never let this Wu Chen brat go. To dare go against him, Zhao Chonglou only had one outcome, and that was death.

After a storm, this Cloud Thunder Silk also landed in Wu Chen's hands without any danger.

"Handsome brother, we need the refiner's help to repair the Spiritual Treasure. I happen to know a refiner, should we introduce him to you? I guarantee the fair price."

Forging and repairing Spiritual Treasure, these things were all the work of a Refiner. If you wanted to request for a Refiner, you would have to pay a high fee; otherwise, others would not help you.

"Thank you, but I don't need it."

He had the artifact forging treasure records, so he didn't need to find anyone else to repair them. He could repair them himself.

"No, do you want to repair it yourself?"

Only blacksmiths would be able to repair Spiritual Treasure. They knew that Wu Chen was a pill refiner, because he was the one who cured the injuries of Situ Jiannan and the others.

Wu Chen laughed, but did not say a word.

Seeing that, the two girls looked at each other, although they had their suspicions, they did not ask further, since they had already experienced Wu Chen's mysteriousness.

A mysterious person would often be able to attract others, and Wu Chen was one such person.

Although the starting price of the next few items was higher than the price of the Cloud Thunder Silk, the final price was not higher than the price of the Cloud Thunder Silk. In other words, until now, Yun Lei Si was the only item that had a bidding price of one million silver taels.

What was worth mentioning was that every time before the bidding ended, He Yafang would intentionally or unintentionally look towards room forty-eight, with the obvious intention of asking Wu Chen to bid and bid over these things.

However, Wu Chen did not want to see anything good, he needed to buy something, and if he wanted to buy something, it would have to be based on his own actual demand. If he wanted something, no matter how expensive it was or how strong his opponent was, he would buy it, regardless of the cost.

However, if it was something he did not need, even if it was the price of a cabbage, he would not take action to snatch it away. It was simply a waste of silver, so every time He Yafang came back with hope and disappointment.

"I believe that many of the Fighter's friends here will be interested in the next auction item.

As soon as He Yafang finished speaking, countless people's eyes were fixated on that treasured rod, not even blinking, as they even held their breaths.

This was a Middle-grade Spiritual Treasure s, a rare treasure that countless of people yearned for in their dreams.

Many people did not have Middle-grade Spiritual Treasure, and were forced to use Low-grade Spiritual Treasure s. Just like how many people were forced to use Spiritual Treasure s without expert, there was no need to mention their thirst for high level Spiritual Treasure s.