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The Mage of Primordial Chaos

Please check out my newest book, Xianxia Online! --- From the moment Xuan Kai was born, he was fated to suffer. Devoid of any magical powers in a world where arcane power rules all, no one could protect him after his parents were assassinated. Betrayed by his friends, cheated on by his fiancee, and humiliated by his own family, no one would've blamed him if he ended his own life. However, he remembered his mother's final words as she passed him a stone pendant - "Live on." And as he held the rough rock in his hand, unbeknownst to himself, a never seen before magic element began waking in his body... "If fate wants to make me suffer, I will defy fate itself. If destiny wants me to die, I'll kill destiny first. If the heavens want to crush me, I will stand up against even the heavens!" ---------- Other novels: Endzone: Simulated Apocalypse/Xianxia Online/Ascension: Online/The Legendary Ghost Hunter Discord: https://discord.gg/g326rUc5Jv Support my friend's cause! https://gofund.me/957b8a05 ---------- The first arcs of this story have some illogical parts/interactions to it, which I apologize for. This is my first novel, so I wasn't that good at the time. However, if you keep reading beyond (chapter 80-100+) I guarantee you will not regret it. ---------- Note: The background image isn't mine. DM me on Discord for removal. ----------

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Money Making

"100 million!" Someone from the VIP room next to ours yelled.

"100 million, from VIP Number 15! Do we hear any more bids?" The auctioneer echoed, looking around in the audience.

"Ngh... 100 million... that's way outta my league..." Someone muttered in disappointment.

"As much as I want that Golden Pill... I knew we would have no chance compared to the VIPs..." Another groaned in complaint.

"100 million, going once... 100 million, going twice... 100 million, going three times..." The auctioneer raised her hammer into the air-

"150 million." A cold, steely female voice suddenly said, from the VIP chamber to our left.

"150 million, from VIP number 17-"

"200 million!" VIP 15 called out before the auctioneer could even finish her sentence.

"250 million," the girl replied, in that same cold, steely voice.