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Two hours later, the auction started on time.

The auctioneer was a beautiful woman, wearing a light blue chest dress. Under her slender white neck, her two breasts were like congealed white jade, half hidden, and her slim waist was unexpectedly not enough to hold on to. A pair of slender, leek legs swayed along with her dress, exposing themselves to the air. The corner of Little Qiao's mouth slightly raised, her red lips slightly parted, making people want to rush forward and kiss her. Every move of his was filled with allure, affecting the nerves of every man present.

The beautiful lady walked onto the stage and paused for a moment before using an alluring voice to speak, "Hello everyone, I am the chief auctioneer of the Gu Yue Auction House, Hu Mei'er. On behalf of my Gu Yue Auction House, I would like to thank all the distinguished guests and distinguished guests that have come to represent us." After saying that, he bowed towards the audience and the private box. Instantly, countless people were attracted by the perfect circle, and were unable to hear what was being said next.

"There are a total of nine items participating in this auction. Including the item sent by a mysterious friend just now, there are a total of ten items. Alright, let's not talk too much. The auction will begin now. "

"I think that everyone is here for different needs. Now, the first item to be auctioned is the low grade flying shuttle, but it's a bit damaged and needs to be repaired." Hu Mei Er paused before continuing, "The starting price is eight million low grade spirit stones, each increment must be at least ten thousand low grade spirit stones …" Hu Mei Er's pleasant voice entered the ears of the crowd. She used her free hand to lightly pull the red silk cover of the first display case before her. Immediately, the silver, ancient looking shuttle appeared in front of everyone.

In the current cultivation world, there weren't many people who could successfully refine an ordinary low-grade spiritual tool, let alone this kind of flying type magical equipment. For a moment, no one dared to bid on this kind of flying magic treasure, Wang Hao looked at the flying shuttle on the counter.

"Eight million and ten thousand," Wang Hao was the first to speak, seeing that no one had bid.

"The VIP bid for Sky No. 1 Room is 8,000,000. Anyone else isn't willing to increase the bid?" Hu Mei Er asked as she looked down the stage. "8,000,000, for the first time …"

"Eight million one hundred thousand!"

"The honored guests in room number 9 have bid eight million and one more person!"

"Two million and ten thousand," Wang Hao added four hundred thousand in one go, just to see if someone really wanted to buy it, or just increase the price to test it out.

"Five million and ten thousand for the first time. Is there anyone higher than that?"

"Two million and ten thousand for the second time."

"Nine million!"

"Ten million!" Wang Hao directly called out the price of an ordinary low rank spiritual weapon.

"The VIP bid for Sky No. 1 Room has already reached 10 million. Are there any other guests who want to increase the bid?" Hu Mei Er's voice became even louder.

"Ten million going once!"

"I've done it a second time before!"

"Ten million three!" Hu Mei Er paused for half a breath before continuing, "Deal! This shuttle will belong to a VIP in Sky No. 1 Room!"

"Next, we will proceed to the auction of the second item. This item is a Spirit Beast Egg, but there is no guarantee that it will hatch. The price will increase by at least a thousand low-rank soul stones at a low price of one million."

"..."

The next six items to be auctioned were either spiritual tools or pills. Wang Hao wasn't interested in anything like spirit beasts. He simply sat in the box and admired the beauty on the stage.

"The next item to be auctioned is a spiritual herb. Most of the other cultivators are useless. It's a pity to give it up." Hu Mei'er said as she opened the eighth cabinet's red silk. A spiritual herb overflowed with spiritual energy quietly lied inside.

"Perhaps some dao friends have already recognized it. That's right, the Bone Molding Grass is more precious to friends who have lost their physical bodies than immortal pills and immortal artifacts. However, it is already useless to ordinary people."

"The auction starts now. The starting price is ten million low-grade spirit stones, each increment must be at least fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones."

After almost a minute, no one raised their bid.

"10.50 million." A minute later, Wang Hao was the first to bid.

At this moment, there was already a flurry of discussion in the audience, "Just who is the sage of Room Number One, why are you buying all these useless things?" "Perhaps he is an expert in pill refining or weapon refining, or perhaps his family and friends are damaged …"

What surprised Wang Hao the most was that no one bid against him and the final price was ten million and fifty thousand low-rank soul stones. There were not many people who needed this sort of thing. In the world of cultivation, the slightest carelessness could turn a person into ashes, leaving behind only a few primordial spirits. Besides, if one did not have a suitable apothecary master, it would only be a piece of trash.

"The next item to be auctioned will be the final item of this auction. Everyone might know what it is. There are also some Fellow Daoists who came here specifically for it."

"Death Calamity Fruit, the main ingredient used to concoct the Crossing Calamity Pill. Let's start the bidding right now. The price will increase by at least a hundred thousand at a price of twenty million each time!"

"Twenty one hundred thousand." "Twenty two hundred thousand." "Twenty-five million."

"Twenty-one million one hundred thousand." "Twenty-one million five hundred thousand." A crazy bidding voice came from the hall, but no one from the room was bidding. Hu Mei Er also raised her head and looked at the silent room.

"Thirty million!" This was the price that the distinguished guest in Earth Room 1 couldn't help but offer.

"Hmph, 40 million!" The VIP in Sky No. 2 Room coldly snorted and directly increased the bid by 10 million. Wang Hao was secretly shocked in his heart.

"Fifty million!" An aged voice rang out from room number 5.

"This old man offers eighty million yuan!" An even older voice called out from Room 8.

The crowd beneath the stage silently listened to the sounds of bidding in the private room, each and every one of them secretly shook their heads in disappointment. This kind of bidding was clearly not something an ordinary rogue cultivator could bear, raising the bid by tens of millions.

"One hundred million." The one bidding was the guest of honor in Sky No. 8 Room. The price had basically exceeded the actual price of the Danger Fruit, but the rarer the item, the more expensive it would be.

"The VIP in Sky No. 8 Room has already paid a sky-high price of 100 million, that daoist friend is willing to pay an even higher price. After three breaths of time, if no one raises the bid again, then the result will belong to the VIP in Room 8."

"One. Two." Just as Hu Mei Er was about to return the three, the VIP in Sky No. 6 Room announced an even more shocking price.

"One hundred and fifty million. My friends, please raise the price if anyone wants to bid. This old man only has so many low-grade spirit stones with me. However, I want to see who else wants to go against me, Voldemort." Wang Hao didn't know who 'Voldemort' was, but from his tone and everyone's reactions, he could tell that this person definitely wasn't a good person.

"This esteemed guest has announced an even more shocking bid of one hundred and fifty million. It's still the same as before, giving everyone a chance to raise the bid in three breaths of time. After three breaths of time, this precious' death fruit 'will belong to this esteemed guest called' Voldemort '."

Three breaths of time passed quickly. It seemed as if they were forced by the threat of "Voldemort", and they were still unwilling to offer an even higher price. In the end, the "Dying Fruit" was sold to the cultivators in the Sky No. 6 room who called for Voldemort for one hundred and fifty million.

"The next item is the finale of this auction, an item sent by a VIP. Everyone take a break for an hour, and an hour later, the final auction will be held here. Those friends who did not obtain the 'death fruit' need not be disappointed, as the final item will give everyone an even more exciting climax." Hu Mei Er, after saying this, she slightly bowed to the box below and left the stage, walking towards the rear of the hall.

When Hu Mei Er said "Friends that haven't obtained the 'Death Reaper Fruit', don't be disappointed.", she was like a fuse that instantly ignited the cultivators that came for the 'Death Reaper Fruit'.