Chapter 268: Psychological Warfare!
The first bid came from none other than Lin Jiaomei.
Han Lie glanced sideways at the woman seated in the adjacent booth. She caught his eye and threw him another sultry, lingering wink.
“……….”
Han Lie was momentarily speechless. For the first time, he found her relentless pursuit—her attitude of “I won’t stop until I have your body”—genuinely annoying. The Pure Yang Sacred Body was a blessing, certainly, but sometimes it felt like a curse. Like right now.
“Four million!”
Another voice rang out from the hall.
Today’s audience was heavily populated by Demonic Sects—at least a third of the attendees practiced darker arts. Nearly all of them dabbled in dual cultivation to some degree. As a result, the Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon quickly became the hottest commodity before the finale.
“Five million!”
“Six million!”
“Eight million!”
With Lin Jiaomei leading the charge, the price skyrocketed past ten million Spirit Stones in the blink of an eye. The competition was brutal.
Han Lie didn’t move immediately. He sat back, observing. With both Lin Jiaomei and Zhao Batian present, revealing his hand too early would be a tactical error. They would jump at the chance to trap him, just as he had trapped Zhao Batian earlier. The problem was, unlike the halberd, Han Lie actually wanted this manual.
“Thirteen million!”
Another round of frenzied shouting pushed the price up by an entire starting bid’s worth.
“Hehe. This concubine is determined to have this treasure today. Eighteen million!” Lin Jiaomei announced, her voice lazy and confident as she hiked the price by five million in a single breath.
The hall went quiet. Eighteen million Spirit Stones was a sum everyone here could pay, but the question was value. This was a Low Grade Divine Ability with zero combat application. It was a luxury item—like spending a fortune on a golden carriage that couldn’t fly. No one wanted to be the sucker.
As expected, several sects dropped out immediately.
“Eighteen million! Do I hear more?” Mei Lingling cried, working the crowd. “This is a technique that guarantees bliss for both partners! Opportunities like this are fleeting!”
“Eighteen million, going once!”
“Eighteen mil—”
“I bid twenty million.”
Just as Lin Jiaomei prepared to claim her prize, a discordant voice cut through the air.
She turned, expecting Han Lie. Instead, she saw Zhao Batian.
Lin Jiaomei’s eyes narrowed. She knew exactly what he was doing. This was petty revenge for her interference during the bidding for the Azure Sky Dragon Transformation Halberd.
However… she actually wanted the manual.
“Twenty-one million,” she countered smoothly, shooting a meaningful smile at the Holy Son. Her expression said it clearly: Keep pushing, little boy, and you might just get stuck with it.
Zhao Batian hesitated. The memory of his recent humiliation was still fresh. If he had the Yin Yang Demonic Art, this manual would be useful. But he didn’t. Spending twenty million on a sex manual just to spite Lin Jiaomei was a risk that made his stomach churn. If he won, his Dao Heart might actually collapse from the sheer waste.
He sat back down, defeated.
With the heavy hitters bowing out, the hall fell silent. Twenty-one million seemed to be the ceiling.
“Twenty-five million.”
The voice was calm, flat, and domineering.
The entire hall turned. Another master?
Han Lie, who had been silent as a stone, finally spoke. His bid raised the price by four million instantly. The crowd buzzed with excitement—another sucker had appeared!
Lin Jiaomei, however, was confused.
Is this pretty boy digging a pit for me? Or does he actually want it?
If he hadn’t played Zhao Batian like a fiddle earlier, she would have assumed he was genuine. But that previous display of ruthlessness made her hesitate. She couldn’t read him.
Han Lie ignored her. Instead, he locked eyes with Zhao Batian, offering the Holy Son a playful, provocative smirk.
Zhao Batian shuddered. He looked to Old Ghost Yin Mei for guidance, but the old master kept his eyes closed, offering no help. Forget it, Zhao Batian decided, shrinking back. I can’t afford to be humiliated twice in one day.
“Pretty boy,” Lin Jiaomei purred, extending a jade-like finger. “You want the manual too? Big Sister will play with you. Twenty-seven million.”
Han Lie’s smile became inscrutable. “Fairy Lin wants it, and I truly want it too. But my budget is tight. I’ll add just a little bit more. Twenty-seven million, five hundred thousand.”
Just a little bit?
That sealed it for Lin Jiaomei. He was definitely trying to screw her over.
“Pretty boy, since you want it so badly, Big Sister will let you have it,” she said, her voice dripping with mock generosity.
As she spoke, she watched his face like a hawk. If he was bluffing, the moment Mei Lingling started the countdown, his mask would crack. Panic would set in.
And then, she would swoop in for the kill.
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