Chapter 270: Two Supreme Beings Battle to the Edge of the Universe!
The person who cast the first stone was none other than Lin Jiaomei, seated just a breath away from Han Lie.
Fifty million was merely a pebble tossed into a deep lake. Judging by the feverish energy radiating from the gathered powerhouses, Han Lie estimated the final price would easily breach the ten-digit mark.
“Sixty million!”
“Seventy million!”
“One hundred million!”
The moment Lin Jiaomei opened the floor, the hall erupted. Psychological warfare was useless now. Everyone knew why they were here. This wasn’t about cleverness or intimidation; it was a naked contest of financial foundations.
Within a single round of shouting, the price soared past two hundred million.
“Five hundred million.”
The voice was cool, calm, and cut through the clamor like a blade. Ye Qingxuan had finally entered the fray.
Her opening bid instantly silenced the room. A collective gasp swept through the VIP section as dozens of gazes locked onto the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Void Sect.
“Zizi, is it necessary to go this hard right out of the gate?” Han Lie whispered, his pulse quickening.
He had expected a high price, but hearing five hundred million Spirit Stones spoken so casually made his head spin. He had never seen that much wealth in his entire life, let alone spent it in a single breath.
“It will reach this price eventually,” Ye Qingxuan replied, her eyes fixed on the stage. “This Palace has no patience for incremental nibbling.”
“Five hundred and thirty million!”
The shock wore off quickly. The heavy hitters were far from finished.
“Five hundred and forty million!”
“Five hundred and fifty million!”
The price climbed relentlessly. Han Lie watched in awe as he finally understood what it meant to spend money like dirt. The people in this room were the rulers of sects, dynasties, and merchant empires. Their resources were on a scale that Rogue Cultivators could scarcely imagine.
Han Lie checked his own pockets—less than five million. Even if he begged Chi Lian for resources, he might scrape together twenty million. Compared to titans like Ye Qingxuan and Qin Yusheng, he was a pauper standing amongst gods.
“Eight hundred million!”
Qin Yusheng’s voice boomed across the hall, pushing the bid into astronomical territory.
At eight hundred million, the herd began to thin. For the weaker “semi-peripheral” powers, this was the breaking point. They had the money in assets, but liquidity was another matter. No one could liquidate their entire sect for a single fruit without risking collapse. One by one, they sighed and withdrew.
“Eight hundred and ten million!” Lin Jiaomei chimed in, her tone light and teasing.
“Eight hundred and thirty million!”
“Eight hundred and fifty million!”
The pace slowed, but the intensity only grew. Every bid was a heavy blow.
“One billion!”
Ye Qingxuan’s voice rang out again, officially pushing the price into ten digits.
This was the guillotine for the mid-tier powers. One billion Spirit Stones was simply too much. Even Mei Lingling on the stage was struggling to keep her composure, her smile widening with every hundred million added to her commission.
“Hehe. Sect Leader Liu is generous,” a dry voice rasped. “But This Senior can still play. One billion, fifty million.”
It was Old Ghost Yin Mei.
“One billion, one hundred million,” Qin Yusheng countered immediately.
“Ugh, you men drag things out so much,” Lin Jiaomei sighed loudly, her voice dripping with boredom. “If you don’t have the strength, go home. This concubine bids one billion, five hundred million.”
The hall went dead silent.
Even Han Lie’s eyes bulged. One point five billion? Sister, are you insane?
That sum exceeded the total assets of most sects on the continent. Yet she threw it out as if buying a hairpin. This move shattered the resolve of the remaining contenders.
Qin Yusheng shook his head, leaning back in his seat. He had reached his limit. He wanted the fruit for his Empress or a favored consort, but not at the cost of bankrupting the Imperial Treasury. Old Ghost Yin Mei also fell silent. His goal was partly to spite Ye Qingxuan, but with Lin Jiaomei now in the ring, he didn’t need to burn his own money to see the Heavenly Void Sect bleed.
“One billion, five hundred million!” Mei Lingling practically sang. “The distinguished guest from the Western Region holds the bid. Do I hear more?”
Ye Qingxuan’s eyes narrowed. “This Palace wants to see just how deep your pockets really are. One billion, six hundred million.”
“Naturally, they are deeper than yours,” Lin Jiaomei shot back instantly. “One billion, seven hundred million!”
“One billion, eight hundred million!”
The auction hall had transformed into a battlefield for two supreme beings. The air crackled with the pressure of their competing wills, grinding the very atmosphere to dust. The spectators watched in breathless fascination as the two women traded blows worth entire kingdoms.
However, Han Lie noticed something.
When Ye Qingxuan called out one billion eight hundred million, her delicate brows twitched—a micro-expression of strain.
Han Lie’s heart sank. This is bad.
Was she reaching her limit?
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