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In other words, whoever wanted to buy the corpse, had to be prepared to gamble. If there were spiritual nucleus s or blood inside, then they could earn a sum. However, if there was only a pile of dried meat inside … …
The people in the VIP seats weren't idiots. They were also very clear on this point. The white haired old man's promise was like the sweet words of the girl with the grill in their eyes. It didn't have the slightest credibility.
Time passed minute after minute, and the atmosphere in the auction remained silent. The white-haired old man's clothes were already wet with sweat, and the clan had high hopes for his remains. If he was unable to even bid on it, then he would not be able to work hard, and he would not be able to avoid punishment.
The silence continued. Just as the white-haired old man was about to reach his limits, a human figure in a black robe slowly stood up from the VIP seats. His faint voice broke the silence within the auction ground.
”Three Fifth-rank Wulian Blood Pill.”
The sudden bid instantly caused an uproar in the entire auction ground.
To some of the experts present, this kind of pill possessed a rather high attraction. After all, this kind of exquisite healing medicine could not be refined by Demonic cultivators. Only human cultivators could refine it. Its value was self-evident.
After all, as long as they had this thing, they would be able to gain an extra life in battle. Therefore, when everyone heard someone actually open their mouths to exchange such a pill for them, they were stunned. Soon after, the gazes of the entire stadium were turned towards the VIP seats.
Compared to the numerous shocked voices, the people in the VIP seats were much calmer. After all, from the information that was recorded, this person was a fellow who was auctioning Lian Yin Dan, so it was not strange that he was able to take out a human refined medicinal pill. However, they could not help but shake their heads in their hearts when they heard about the expensive healing medicine called Wulian Blood Pill from the very beginning.
The value of three Wulian Blood Pill would definitely not be less than a million if they were placed in a Demonic Cultivator's group.
The white-haired old man on the auction stage also sighed in relief when he heard someone bid. He threw away the perspiration on his forehead without leaving a trace as thoughts flew within his heart.
Wulian Blood Pill s were indeed quite valuable, but to exchange for this dried corpse of a demonic beast was something that could only be seen through in comparison.
After all, no matter what was said, this fellow was still an almighty being that was about to step into the Void Stage. Even though he had already become a dried up corpse, even if the tiger was dead, the remaining might was still there, let alone a demonic cultivator at such a level.
When he saw that person shaking his head slightly, he could only sigh in his heart. Immediately, his face was still filled with smiles. His gaze swept across the VIP seats as he laughed, ”I wonder if there is anyone else who would be more willing to bid with these three Wulian Blood Pill s?”
”Can a Zongshi realm magical equipment do?” As the white-haired old man's voice faded, a hesitant voice suddenly rang out.
Upon hearing that, the white-haired old man was stunned, he immediately laughed bitterly and shook his head, then said to the source of the voice: ”I'm sorry, a Grandmaster Grade Artifact is not cheap, but compared to that, my clan is more partial to the Wulian Blood Pill.”
The old man who spoke could only helplessly shake his head when he heard these words. He muttered a couple of words in his mouth before sitting back down. It was likely that he had lost his interest in bidding for this dried corpse.
As the old man sat down, the people in the VIP seats also became silent. Many of them did not have the mood to gamble.
After all, if he really spent an astronomical amount of money to purchase a useless corpse, then he really would have the urge to smash his head into a wall.
Looking at the silent atmosphere, the white-haired old man was immediately filled with depression. Three Wulian Blood Pill s were not even close to the estimated price of the clan. If they were to sell them just like that, they would be the ones who would suffer a loss.
Just as the white-haired old man was feeling depressed, Yan Xi finally stood up under countless of gazes.
Yan Xi, who had stood up, first cupped his hands in a greeting towards Zhou Tong, before speaking to the white-haired old man on the auction stage: ”Even my tiger clan is not willing to take out a medicinal pellet like the Wulian Blood Pill, but I am very interested in this dried up corpse. I have a piece of agreement here. I wonder if I can compete with this brother of mine. ”