138 Chapter 138: The Brown-Cloaked Person (1/2)

The bidding for the treasure, Cleansing Origin Vines, became even more heated as more people raised their bidding panels to join the fray. The 9 superpowers has yet make a move yet the price has already skyrocketed to 412 spirit stones in just one minute!

There were about a dozen people who were constantly bidding for the herb. The endless increase of the bidding was brought for by power of the Top 200. This includes powers like the Quadra Fang Sect, Firebull School, Charon Clan and Steelheart Sect! Arman and his company were constantly placing bids one after the other.

”416 spirit stones!” A sectmaster of a Top 600 power roared and went all in!

But, Okemos Charon easily raised the bid which made him lose the chance to compete with everybody. ” Four hundred nineteen spirit stones.”

”Damn you, Okemos!” The sectmaster coldly barked. He was a relatively short and accompanied with her old appearance, he looked quite senile.

”I apologize. I just want to get this herb for the development of my eldest disciple.” Okemos quickly replied.

”Grrrr! Four hundred twenty one spirit stones!” The sectmaster was very stalwart and forced himself to increase the bid once more. He planned on selling Earth Rank Weapons to Dylan if ever he got the herb.

”That's the spirit! Let's see you beat FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY!!” Steven Bulwark provoked the sectmaster.

”Steven!! You too?! Are you messing with me? I'll show you! Four hundred thrity three!!” That sectmaster once again stated a bid.

”Four hundred thirty three spirit stones.” A brown cloaked person suddenly stated a bid out of nowhere. He was sitting on the back row seat of the second floor of the Soaring Garden Auction House.

”Shit! Another one just joined!” The expression of the sectmaster turned livid. With some difficulty, he growled with a hoarse voice, ” Four hundred thirty five spirit stones!”

”What is the matter, old man? Already out of money? Hahaha. I raise it to Four hundred forty spirit stones!” A 6'9 tall brown skinned man with muscles that seemes to be bursting out of his arms. He was apparently a squad leader of middle ranked Hunter Guild.

”Four hundred forty one spirit stones.” The brown cloaked person raised the bid by one again.

The grey cloaked person who had been silent ever since the bid went past 350 finally spoke, ” Four hundred forty two.”

”You...!” The short sectmaster' face twisted when he heard the taunt of that tall man. He fell for the taunt and blurted out his final price while he stood. ”FOUR HUNDRED FIFTY SPIRIT STONES!”

Suddenly, a voice resounded, ” Four hundred firty five spirit stones.”

The old man knees weakened and fell to the ground. ”Who...?” He turned around to look only to see that Arman Heinze was the one who out-bid him.

”It is okay, old man. Better luck next time.” Arman smirked while drank his wine.

”I... can't compete anymore...” The old man helplessly admitted his defeat. He tried to push it way past his budget but his fate was the same as those people who he just went passed when he was carelessly bidding earlier. He now understood what it felt like to be passed by.

”Don't forget about me! Four hundred fifty seven!” The tall squad leader bidded once more and triumphantly looked down at the person he just passed through.

”I just really wanted to cultivate more... I don't want to die yet...” The old man cried helplessly because he knew that his life was nearing its' end. Like him, there are also other cultivators that wanted the herb so that they would be able to breakthrough and extend their lifespans.

Some wanted to use it to become extremely strong and turn into a genius. However, reality was cruel to them because of their lack of resources and power.

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'I once felt like that...” Dylan saw his face and his cries, not only him but also other people who despaired due to their depleting lifeforce or those who lost the chance to become stronger. Like them, he also had a rude and horrendous awakening.

But Dylan knew, it was up to them if they were to continue to despair and dwell on the past or they would choose to move forward like him and struggle to break free from the chains of fate.

'I will never become weak ever again! For myself and my family!' He vowed in his heart. Seeing them made him sharpen his resolve to become stronger! He would do everything he can in order to safeguard his family from whatever harm that they may encounter in future.

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”Four hundred fifty nine!” A middle aged blonde noble lady who was a clan head of a newly risen Grand Clan.

”Four hundred sixty spirit stones.” The grey cloaked person intervened once more.

”Four hundred sixty two spirit stones!” A lanky elder of a a power that belongs to the Top 300 of the city rankings raised the bid. He was gritting his teeth as the price went nearer to the end of his wealth.

”Tsk, Four hundred sixty five!!” The tall hunting squad leader strongly said.

”Four hundred sixty nine spirit stones!” Yander Cooper of the Steelheart Sect also placed a bid.

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Just like that, the bidding continued until 500 spirit stones without Dylan interfering. Dylan was calmly watching the crowd and he turned to look at the fourth floor of the Soaring Garden Auction House. 'I think it would be time for those three to interfere now if they want to create a lasting impression.'

When the bidding reached 510 gold coins, it went out like what Dylan thought. Isaac Fleetwood joined the fray and raised it to a really dramatic degree! ”I raise the bid to... 600 spirit stones!”

”This... this...” The middle-aged blonde lady stuttered. She did not expect that the price would suddenly rise out of her price range.

”Oh no, I can't bid anymore!” The lanky elder was similarly slack-jawed. In an instant, it surpassed the boundaries of his wealth.

”This can't be! Ugh... I give up.” The tall brown skinned squad leader could not accept the outcome as it is which lead him to give up this item.

Due to this meteoric rise in the price, most competitors were unable to keep up with the price range. Hence, they unwillingly withdrew from the competition.

”Hmph, you think I would lose to you brat? Six hundred twenty spirit stones!” Steven Bulwark indicated that he was still in the game.

”Heh, you still have milk on your mouth, kid! Six hundred forty spirt stones!” Yander Cooper also implied the same thing that Steven was tring to imply.

”You think you can get all the spolptlight for yourself, Isaac. Take this. 700 spirit stones!!” Brock also made the price dramtically rise once more!

”Damn, spoiled brats! Seven hundred thirty spirit stones!!” Okemos did not back down as well and kept on bidding.

”You are still a hundred years too early to compete with us! Seven hundred sixty spirit stones!!” Arman roared a raise.

”Hmph, ignorant old men. Eight hundred fifty spirit stones!” Daniela was the one who raised the bid exponentially this time.