Chapter 100

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"Sigh"

Soul Changqing waved his hand, interrupting Medusa, and said with a smile, "Shasha, don't always talk about fighting, robbing, and killing. We need to have the demeanor of a strong Battle Ancestor. These are all Soul Masters and Soul Emperors. How can we, as seniors, take their things? Don't you think so?"

Hai Boodong was speechless, not quite understanding how such words could come out of Soul Changqing's mouth.

Medusa crossed her arms, staring at Soul Changqing with a scrutinizing gaze, as if to say, "Are you sure you have the demeanor of a strong person? If you did, would you rely on your strength to do so many despicable things?"

Soul Changqing ignored their strange looks and continued, "Moreover, these people don't know that the Three Thousand Lightning Movements is a prerequisite for cultivating the Three Thousand Thunder Illusion Body. They just think it's a regular Low-Rank Earth-Class Fighting Technique. And the person who buys it will have to face the Wind and Thunder Pavilion's pursuit, so the bidding price shouldn't be too high. I estimate that eight million gold coins should be enough. I still have..."

Before Soul Changqing could finish, a deafening shout came from below, "Ten million gold coins! The friend from the Shanyin Sect offers ten million gold coins! Is there anyone who wants to bid higher? If not, this scroll of the Three Thousand Lightning Movements will belong to this friend!"

Medusa: ...

Hai Boodong: ...

Soul Changqing's smiling face froze when he heard the loud shout from below.

Medusa looked at Soul Changqing with a cold smile, the meaning in her eyes obvious.

Hai Boodong felt incredibly embarrassed for his master, wishing he could dig a hole to bury himself in.

Soul Changqing, feeling Medusa's mocking gaze, his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Instantly, his aura erupted, the terrifying peak Battle Ancestor aura burst out without restraint, enveloping the entire auction hall.

For a moment, everyone, including the experts from the Eight Fans Sect behind the crystal platform who were there to prevent chaos, suddenly felt a cold, evil, and terrifying aura that made them suffocate. They were filled with fear, their bodies trembling and bending, almost collapsing to the ground, unable to move.

"I offer... eight million gold coins... Does anyone have any objections..."

A hoarse, shrill voice, like the wailing of a ghost, clearly reached everyone's ears.

The extremely shrill voice seemed to pierce through the eardrums, and many people felt a ringing in their ears after the voice finished. Some even had blood flowing from their ears due to insufficient cultivation.

Everyone who had seen Soul Changqing and his two companions at the entrance already guessed what was happening, feeling even more terrified.

The elder on the crystal platform was trembling violently, his Soul Emperor-level aura enveloping his body, barely keeping him standing. He opened his mouth shakily and said, "This... friend... this auction... is... Eight Fans..."

However, before the elder could finish his sentence, he felt the pressure on him increase again, exceeding his limit.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from the elder's mouth, his body pressed to the ground by the terrifying pressure, unable to move, his pupils slightly dilated, and his body convulsing uncontrollably.

"I said... eight million... Does anyone have any objections..."

The piercing voice from the VIP room echoed again, and in the entire auction hall, no one dared to make a sound except for this voice.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a terrified look, his eyes full of fear, stepped forward with heavy steps, enduring the immense pressure, and said, "This... adult, the Three Thousand Lightning Movements belongs to you! Please... take it..."

Everyone in the hall recognized this middle-aged man, and a name popped into their minds.

"Master of the Eight Fans Sect—Yuan Yi!"

As Yuan Yi's voice faded, the oppressive aura in the hall instantly dissipated. Everyone felt a great relief as the terrifying pressure disappeared, feeling a lingering fear.

"Whoosh"

A sound of something breaking the air rang out, and a black storage card flew out of the VIP room, embedding itself firmly into the large, glittering crystal platform.

"There are eight million inside. Bring the Three Thousand Lightning Movements here."

The hoarse voice echoed again from the VIP room.

"Yes! Yes! Adult!"

Yuan Yi quickly responded, then picked up the scroll of the Three Thousand Lightning Movements from the elder on the ground and flew toward the VIP room at his fastest speed.

If Blood Sect's leader Fan Lao saw this, he would be stunned because Yuan Yi's speed now far exceeded the speed they had when fleeing from Demon Elder Gufeng's pursuit, reaching a new level.

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Under the speechless gazes of Medusa and Hai Boodong, Soul Changqing played with the scroll of the Three Thousand Lightning Movements in his hand. After a moment, he put it into his Storage Ring and said, "See, I told you that eight million gold coins would be enough to bid for the Three Thousand Lightning Movements."

"Ha, this is what you call the demeanor of a strong person? You might as well just take it directly. The eight million you threw at them is an insult, isn't it?"

Medusa sneered, finding Soul Changqing's behavior of not treating others as humans quite normal.

Soul Changqing was somewhat dissatisfied with Medusa's words and waved his hand, saying, "How can it be called an insult? This is a matter of integrity as a senior. If I said eight million, then it's eight million."

"Ha ha ha~"

Medusa continued to sneer, the meaning behind her words obvious.

Hai Boodong remained expressionless, quietly pretending to be blind, deaf, and mute.

Hai Boodong had figured out that whenever Soul Changqing participated in an auction, someone was bound to suffer. Last time, it was him, and this time, it was everyone in the Black Seal City auction except for the three of them.

...

"Cough, cough, due to the previous auctioneer feeling unwell, I will be hosting the rest of the auction."

The elder who had been lying on the crystal platform like a dead dog was already dragged away, replaced by a middle-aged man with a slightly embarrassed smile.

Although the auction should have been stopped due to Soul Changqing's disruption, he only acted once and paid eight million gold coins.

Although the crystal platform was cracked by the storage card, and repairs would cost a lot of gold coins, these losses were still acceptable. Therefore, the auction house's management decided that the auction could continue.

So, another auctioneer was brought in to stabilize the atmosphere and continue the auction of the remaining items.

The audience, hearing the middle-aged man's words, inwardly criticized the auction house's smooth talk. How could they not know what had happened?

However, they quickly focused on the remaining items, as long as they didn't provoke the big shots in the VIP room, the auction could still continue.

(End of Chapter)