Chapter 99

"I'll bid ten thousand more than you."

Zhao Yun's words lived up to everyone's expectations, and he added another thousand.

"You're asking for death."

"Master, don't be impulsive."

"Get lost."

Then, the private room became noisy. It seemed that Yan Kang was furious and wanted to jump down to fight Zhao Yun, but he was held back by his elders. This was the Eternal Auction House, after all.

"Don't be reckless."

Huang Yan's voice was stern. True essence was revealed from various hidden spots, all at the peak of the Xuan Yang stage. The message was clear: if you dare to show any murderous intent, you won't leave.

His words were quite effective.

Everyone in the room was eagerly waiting, as if watching a grand drama.

"Yan Family's young master, will you bid more?"

"I will, I'll bid twenty-five thousand."

As soon as Huang Yan finished speaking, Yan Kang roared in anger, his eyes turning blood red.

Sigh!

There were gasps of shock. This amount was staggering. Not just the bidders, even Huang Yan couldn't help but shudder. Was this a joke? Twenty thousand for a piece of clothing? If Peach Fairy were here, she might feel honored that her Luo Xia Immortal Robe could fetch such a price. It had been many years since this had happened in the entire Daxia Dragon Dynasty.

"That's enough, don't be too ruthless."

Zhuge Xuandao said, clearly warning Zhao Yun. If you keep bidding, the other party might give up, which would be truly awkward.

"If you want the Immortal Robe, come to me!"

"I know Peach Fairy, ten thousand is enough."

"Eight thousand, I'll give you a discount."

The purple-haired child rubbed his hands and smiled, also speaking to Zhao Yun.

"I'll bid ten thousand more than you."

Zhao Yun said, brushing off the dust from his shoulder. He spoke calmly, knowing that the limit was thirty thousand, so he still had room to play.

"Thirty thousand."

Yan Kang roared. This number was like a thunderclap to the bidders. It was the first time they had heard such a high bid. So much money could crush a small family. The major clans were indeed formidable.

"If you like it so much, take it."

Zhao Yun closed his eyes, but inside, he was elated. The information from Moon Goddess was spot on. A perfect trap!

"Congratulations, Brother Yan, on obtaining the Immortal Robe."

"Thirty thousand taels, the Blood Eagle Clan is indeed wealthy. We can't match you."

"Anger is bad for your health, take it easy."

The young masters of the major clans were restless, making jokes as if performing a crosstalk. Compared to Yan Kang, their previous setbacks were nothing.

Puff!

In the private room, Yan Kang couldn't catch his breath and spat out blood. His eyes were bloodshot, and his cold murderous intent was directed at both Zhao Yun and the major clans.

The bidders were indifferent.

Who could blame him? He deserved it! He came to the auction to show off, making others spend over ninety thousand taels unnecessarily. If you can cause trouble, why can't others?

"Showing off is not easy, is it?"

The fat old man stroked his beard and sighed. Like Yan Kang, who had failed to show off several times, he finally succeeded, but at a heavy cost.

Spending an extra twenty thousand was clearly a significant loss.

Wait and see! By the time the final elixir auction, his Blood Eagle Clan would be out of luck. The major clans had similar amounts of money, and none would have the means to compete.

"Since there are no more bids, the Luo Xia Immortal Robe goes to Yan Kang."

Huang Yan's words were firm. Thirty thousand taels was a substantial amount, and it took him a while to react. Despite all the shills, none were as effective as this troublemaker. This was the most successful item since the auction began.

"Find out, find out for me."

In the private room, Yan Kang's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched, and he was extremely vicious.

For Zhao Yun, this was just the beginning. Everyone who had beaten him at the Moon Viewing Tower and those who had bombed his home and shop last night would not get away. If they dared to bid, he would ruin them.

He enjoyed this scene.

Today, Moon Goddess seemed very relaxed, not even sleeping. She sat on the moon, hands supporting her cheeks, eyes sparkling, ready to set more traps. She was very good at it.

After the commotion, the auction continued.

On the stage, the old man Huang Yan had taken out a martial arts manual.

There were many bidders.

The price, however, couldn't compare to the Luo Xia Immortal Robe. After experiencing such a big wave, the current items were like small ripples. The manual sold for thirty thousand taels.

The subsequent items were similar.

After experiencing the big waves, everyone was more cautious, mainly to avoid being trapped.

"This fellow looks unfamiliar."

In a corner, Zhuge Xuandao and the fat old man were on either side, supporting their faces, examining Zhao Yun. Such a bold person must have a significant background. He might even be a reclusive old master, and they might know him.

"Just a passerby."

Zhao Yun replied casually. Stop staring at me, it's making me uncomfortable. If you want to chat, let's do it later. This is an auction, don't reveal too much.

"I really know Peach Fairy."

The purple-haired child, hands in his pockets, kept nagging.

Zhao Yun didn't deny it.

Everyone at the table, except him, was extraordinary, mostly related to the Heavenly Sect. Peach Fairy was a royal embroiderer, so it wasn't surprising that he knew her.

"Five thousand."

An elderly voice echoed through the hall.

The item being auctioned was a red sword.

The sword was indeed extraordinary, radiating red light and emitting fierce red sword qi. It was forged from Red Cold Xuan Iron, far superior to those from weapon shops.

"Six thousand."

Zhao Yun, who had been meditating, suddenly spoke. The bidder was Wang Yang from the Wang Family. Despite his voice being well-concealed, it couldn't escape Moon Goddess's detection. Since Wang Yang wanted it, he would make him pay more. Wang Yang had also participated in bombing the weapon shop last night, thinking no one knew, but it was already exposed.

His bid drew attention from the crowd.

It was inevitable, given his previous intense bidding with Yan Kang.

"Seven thousand."

Wang Yang glanced at Zhao Yun and continued to bid. He truly liked the sword.

"Eight thousand." Zhao Yun said calmly.

"Nine thousand." Wang Yang's tone turned colder, or rather, more frustrated. Why was he targeting this item among so many others and weapons?

"Why are you targeting it? Don't you have any sense?"

Zhao Yun sneered inwardly, adding another thousand. He knew the other party's limit.

"Is the sword worth this much?"

"Probably just causing trouble, that guy is always restless."

"He might really want it."

The hall was filled with whispers. Many had given up bidding and were watching the two compete.

"Ten thousand." Wang Yang snorted.

Zhao Yun opened his eyes and said calmly, "Eleven thousand."

"Twelve thousand."

Before Wang Yang could speak, a voice came from a private room on the third floor.

This caused everyone to raise their eyebrows.

Not just the bidders, even Zhao Yun glanced over. The bidder was Yan Kang, which was interesting. By causing trouble for Wang Yang, he had given Yan Kang a false impression that he wanted the red sword.

Thus, Yan Kang jumped in to cause trouble.

The goal was clear: to make him spend more money, essentially to trap him.

"You're asking for it."

Zhao Yun sneered inwardly, raising his bid by another thousand.

"Fifteen thousand."

Yan Kang roared, his tone unfriendly.

In reality, he was acting, trying to create a false impression for Zhao Yun.

"Sixteen thousand."

Zhao Yun's tone also turned colder. They were both acting.

However, his acting was more refined.

This wasn't important. What mattered was that he knew Yan Kang's limit, so he would trap him.

The most awkward was Wang Yang.

It was strange, the first time he bid, two troublemakers appeared.

Interesting.

The bidders' expressions were the most meaningful. The one who wanted the sword was outbid, while the two who didn't want it were competing in acting, driving up the price.

"Are they shills?"

Huang Yan stroked his beard, looking at Zhao Yun with a strange expression.

Could they be arranged by the owner?

No way! I'm the host, and I wasn't informed beforehand.

"Twenty thousand."

Yan Kang's voice was full of confidence. He had already decided that if Zhao Yun bid again, he would give up. Trapping someone shouldn't be too ruthless, or he might lose too much.

In fact, he had already lost a lot.

For a long time, Zhao Yun didn't speak, sitting there meditating again.