Jing Haotian's eyes brimmed with pride, displaying a determination to win, causing the people in the hall to frown one after another.

Yet after all, for these cultivators, the allure of the Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment was too great.

"Eleven million, I hope the respected ones will lift their hands high, for this elderly man urgently needs this Spiritual Medicine to save someone."

"Twelve million, a family member is bedridden, please do not compete with me."

"Thirteen million, my fellow Daoists, considering that I never oppose any of you, please look after me this one time."

Many cultivators, while quoting their prices, also accompanied their offers with various reasons to gain sympathy.

But these were of no use.

"Fifteen million." Jing Haotian looked at Shen Qiang with a challenging gaze, like a dog guarding its food.

Shen Qiang felt like laughing inside, after all, the ointment was his own; the higher the price went, the more he benefited.

However, Shengyou had its own rules.

That was to keep the identities of the auction items anonymous, no one knew who the real seller was.

But at the same time, it was absolutely forbidden for the seller to bid on their own item.

Previously, when selling Spiritual Bone Relics.

The reason Mr. Ma helped calmly was because Shen Qiang's acquiring of the Spiritual Bone Relics was not a secret in the antique street, so even Shengyou could not say anything about it.

But the Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment was different.

If Shen Qiang were to bid himself, though he wouldn't be exposed on the spot, he would definitely be blacklisted by Xu Nan.

So Shen Qiang simply pretended not to see it.

Seeing that Shen Qiang did not respond, Jing Haotian suddenly burst into laughter, "I understand now, you're not unwilling to compete with me, but rather you only have five million, so as long as the bidding exceeds five million, you dare not speak."

His sidekick with a face full of acne, hearing this, joyfully said, "Young master is wise; it must be so, otherwise, why wouldn't he want such a fine legendary Spiritual Medicine at all?"

Shen Qiang helplessly rolled his eyes; this item was hard to come by in their eyes.

But in Shen Qiang's view, it counted for nothing.

Not to mention he had planted a whole floor downstairs, just inside the Storage Ring alone, there were still nine bottles ready, to put it bluntly, even if Shen Qiang used this ointment like moisturizing cream every day, it wouldn't be a problem at all.

Seeing Shen Qiang still unresponsive.

Jing Haotian's eyes conveyed triumph.

"Sixteen million, this elderly man has already exerted all his strength, I hope Young Master Jing will lift his hand high."

"Seventeen million, this is already all the wealth I have amassed over a century of cultivation."

"Eighteen million, please everyone stop competing with me!"

Watching the cultivators, their eyes full of urgency, almost exhausting all their strength in the bidding, Jing Haotian's eyes were full of arrogance: "Twenty million!"

Then, with a proud look, he sneered at Shen Qiang, saying, "See, Shen, this is the difference between you and me; what I want, I get."

Casting a glance, smiling at Xu Nan on the auction stage, Jing Haotian raised his eyebrows and said, "And you, Shen Qiang, can only watch."

Hearing this, Xu Nan, who was struggling to hold back her laughter, already had her beautiful eyes shaped like crescents.

Others might not know the origin of the Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment, but Xu Nan was crystal clear about it.

The thought of Jing Haotian, that fool, who had bid a high price for something Shen Qiang no longer wanted and was selling, and still desperately flaunted it to Shen Qiang, made her want to laugh.

"Twenty million, Mr. Jing Haotian bids twenty million, is there anyone else who would like to offer more? Twenty million for the first time!"

As the auctioneer's passionate chant continued, Jing Haotian, who saw no one else bidding, looked supremely arrogant, displaying a disdainful expression as if he were above everyone else.

"Alas, we smaller sects really can't compete with these big families."

"There's nothing we can do, we truly don't have enough money, a poor loose cultivator with nowhere to turn, it really hurts."

"So frustrating! But there's no other way, a measly sum crushes a gallant hero, I really hate that I earn so little."

Amidst the sighs of the crowd,

The auctioneer cried out twenty million for the second time.

Just as he was shouting and about to bang the gavel, a steady voice suddenly arose.

"Thirty million!"

Instantly, everyone in the hall was stunned.

When all eyes turned to a middle-aged man sitting in the corner, their surprised looks soon turned to understanding

"Turns out it's someone from the Ni Family, ranked just slightly below the Jing Family. It's normal for them to call out such a price."

Jing Haotian, angered, said, "Oh, I hadn't noticed that you were also here. It seems like you are indeed intent on opposing me."

The middle-aged man in the corner responded indifferently, "It's not exactly opposing. This medicine is worth the price, that's all. Of course, if you can offer a higher price, then I would give up."

"Because the purpose of my visit here is clear, just to purchase the Demon Cultivation Secret Manual 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra'."

Smiling slightly at Jing Haotian, he said, "I've heard that your sister is exceptionally talented, having subdued a thousand-year-old Flower Demon, so I guess, you are also here for the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra'."

"Our budget allocations are quite similar, so now the problem is simple. Either you continue to bid, purchase this Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment, or give up, let me spend part of my budget, and then you fight for the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra'."

Looking at the determined man, Jing Haotian angrily said, "What a joke, how could you presume to know the budget of our Jing Family?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "A top-tier Cultivation Technique has a normal price of about one hundred and fifty million yuan. If the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra' goes above one hundred million, it'd be better to just buy a different set that people can practice, so our budgets should be around one hundred million yuan each. You decide for yourself how to choose."

In an instant, Jing Haotian's face turned pale.

"Almost guessed it!"

Just as Jing Haotian was momentarily dazed, the auctioneer shouted with all his might, "Thirty million from Mr. Ni! Any more bids?"

Jing Haotian hesitated, while a plump young man with a face full of acne hurriedly said, "Young master, although this medicine is good, the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra' is more important, please think it over thrice!"

Grinding his teeth, Jing Haotian angrily flung his sleeves and then plunked down onto the sofa, shooting fiery glares at Shen Qiang.

"The intent to buy the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra' this time was a must-win for my family, so they set aside a budget of one hundred and thirty million yuan. If it weren't for this guy meddling and spending ten million on some useless Gathering Qi Powder, I could have easily spent thirty-one million on this Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment, and then use one hundred million from our budget along with an additional ten million from my personal cache to fight for the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra'."

"Now look what's happened. This despicable man not only slapped me in the face but also made me helplessly watch as such a Spiritual Medicine slipped by, Shen Qiang, just you wait, this isn't over."

Meanwhile, as Jing Haotian was vowing revenge in his heart, the auctioneer banged the gavel.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ni for winning the legendary Spiritual Medicine, Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment, for thirty million!"

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