14 The Dharmic Armament Facultys Advantage (2/2)

The pill was not crystalline, but it would give anyone who saw it an impulse to swallow it. It was as though it was an innate desire.

The moment the pill appeared, its herbal fragrance permeated the entire auction hall. Immediately, many people felt energetic, especially Zhuo Yifan and some of the senior students. Their eyes were bright.

Wang Baole sat straight up as well, his heart racing while his eyes stared intently at the pill.

”I won't go into detail about the Cleansing Pill. I believe many of you are here for this pill. The starting price is… 100 Spirit Stones!”

”101!”

”102!”

”103!”

Instantly, bidding voices erupted in the auction hall. Zhuo Yifan had also bid, looking bent on obtaining it.

”I offer 150 Spirit Stones!”

Wang Baole turned anxious as he suddenly shouted, ”160 Spirit Stones!”

”170!” Zhuo Yifan frowned as he grunted.

”180!” Wang Baole did not hesitate as he raised the price once again. The others gradually gave up, leaving only Wang Baole and Zhuo Yifan as the remaining bidders. The price went from a hundred plus to more than five hundred.

Such a price—even if the Cleansing Pill was something rare—made it overvalued. Everyone exchanged looks before looking at Wang Baole and Zhuo Yifan, whose faces were red.

Zhuo Yifan clenched his teeth as he stood up and said angrily, ”Wang Baole, do you dare compete with me when it comes to Spirit Stones? My family is filthy rich. I bid 700!”

He was a scion with no lack of Spirit Stones, and due to the prior running and weight-lifting incidents, he found Wang Baole a very sore sight. Worst of all, he was in desperate need of the Cleansing Pill. Therefore, he bit the bullet and bid a stunning price.

”Screw you!” Wang Baole's breathing turned heavier. Although he had accumulated quite a number of Spirit Stones, he had about a thousand or so when converted to 50% purity. He stood up as well, staring angrily at Zhuo Yifan before shouting, ”1,000 Spirit Stones!”

The moment this price was offered, there was a silence before an uproar broke out. They felt that the price was already ridiculous.

Zhuo Yifan was also shocked. His breathing heavy, his neck tensed, he shouted once more. He was from the Combat faculty and was just short of the Pulse Enrichment realm. In his agitation, his voice was extremely loud.

”1,100 Spirit Stones!”

Wang Baole widened his eyes. His ears hurt from the tumultuous voice. Hence, he took out the megaphone from his bag and pointed it at Zhuo Yifan, shouting, ”1,500 Spirit Stones!”

The voice was so loud that, not only did it give Zhuo Yifan a fright, the surrounding crowd drew a gasp as well. Even the auctioneer's body faltered. He looked at Wang Baole with an odd expression.

If this was the end, one could only claim that Wang Baole's voice was loud. After his bellow, he did not wait for anyone to react. He took out an Empty Stone in front of everyone's watchful gazes. With it in hand, he began refining Spirit Stones!

As a large amount of Spirit Qi was condensed, the Empty Stone in his hand rapidly transformed, turning into a Spirit Stone at a discernible rate. This scene could be said to be an absolute blow to everyone present!

”You want to match the Spirit Stones I have? Screw you! I can create them on the spot. Come! Let's see who has more!” Wang Baole roared, staring at the dumbfounded Zhuo Yifan, his eyes filled with disparagement.

”He… He can actually refine on the spot?”

”I recall that he's from the Dharmic Armament faculty.”

”Then what's there to compete over?”

While the crowd smiled bitterly, Zhuo Yifan nearly went mad. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that such a thing could happen at an auction. Although it was known that the Dharmic Armament faculty was well known for its Spirit Stone refinement, he had never witnessed it personally before.

But at that moment… Wang Baole's actions were like a critical strike on him. Although his family was rich, he also shrank back. After all, the number of Spirit Stones he had was limited, but… Wang Baole was practically printing money!

The feeling was identical to the running and weight-lifting incidents; it left Zhuo Yifan trembling. The senior student beside him, who he had just become acquainted with, looked at Zhuo Yifan pitifully as he shook his head with a sigh.

”This is the Dharmic Armament faculty.

”To think you attempted to compete with him. Did you not notice that all the senior students shut up once they noticed him? The Dharmic Armament faculty is known for being a walking money-printing machine. Who can compete with that?”

When the other senior students heard that, they sighed as well. Clearly, people from the Dharmic Armament faculty had left a deeply buried scar in each of these senior students.