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Chapter 317

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Su Ming stood on the balcony, and when he heard the words, a smile appeared on his face. He brought out the beast skin and threw it towards the old man. Once he caught it, he opened it and looked at it, and a strange expression immediately appeared on his face.

Zi Shan's eyes were filled with anger as she stood beside Su Ming. She did not expect Su Ming to be so shameless. They had originally agreed to buy an item for her, but she did not expect that he would use this sort of method. She had not thought this through thoroughly, but she did not expect that this sort of change would occur.

Su Ming ignored Zi Shan's gaze and instead looked at the blue-haired old man as he spoke languidly. "This beast skin is incredibly fragile. You should be careful when you look at it. If it's destroyed, it'll be bad."

The blue-haired old man fell silent. He lifted his gaze from the beast skin and hesitation appeared on his face.

The change in his expression, Su Ming's words, and the sky high price of 100,000,000 immediately attracted the attention and curiosity of all the people around them. Sounds of discussions rose all around, and gradually, the place became buzzing.

"Give it to him. I'll explain this to the clan!" As the buzz of discussions grew stronger and seemed to have surpassed the amount of attention paid to the auction, a hoarse and dark voice suddenly came from the eighth room.

A glint appeared in the blue-haired old man's eyes, and the beast skin in his hand immediately turned into ashes. At the same time, his words echoed in the area.

"This item belongs to you! Next, we'll be auctioning off the next item … "

Before he could finish speaking, Su Ming suddenly spoke, and his voice traveled through the auction hall almost at the same time as the old man's voice.

"Wait a moment. Since this item belongs to me, then I'll hand it over to you. Take care of it for me and auction it off."

The old man lifted his head once again and glared at Su Ming with hostility in his eyes.

"That's against the rules. No way!

"I'll use this place to auction this item. The highest bidder will get it. The starting price is 5,000,000. I'll take whatever I can earn. My fellow clan members, please place your bids."

The moment the old man spoke, his voice traveled into the auction hall at the same time as Su Ming's voice.

Roars of laughter immediately echoed in the auction hall. Those who could come to this place were all famous people in the land of Freezing Sky. If they were not disciples of Freezing Sky Clan, then they were powerful Berserkers from the tribes nearby. It was easy for them to decide between Western Sea Clan and Su Ming.

It was especially so for the Sky Shaman Spear. It was incredibly attractive to many people. The people who had placed their bids previously had originally thought that they had no hope of getting it and were sighing in pity, but when they heard Su Ming's words, they were immediately tempted.

"Six million!"

"Seven million!"

"Eight million!"

"Ten million!" It was the same price again. However, the person who bid this time was not the third room. Instead, it was the eighth room with the skeleton-like old man.

A smile appeared at the corners of Su Ming's lips, and he looked at Zi Shan, who was staring at him coldly with anger on her face.

Su Ming had tolerated the woman's multiple provocations. She had humiliated Zi Che and tried to stir up conflict between him and Tian Lan Meng. In fact, Su Ming could already imagine that something like this might happen again in the future.

"You're despicable!" Zi Shan's chest heaved. She was so angry that she looked as if she wanted to tear Su Ming apart.

At this moment, in the third room that had called out the price of 10,000,000 was the young man with a black dragon embroidered on his clothes. He sat there with a smile on his face.

"This Su Ming is very interesting."

Beside the young man was the old man from the Heaven Gate. The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't say anything.

"20,000,000!" The young man picked up his wine cup and took a sip before he spoke.

His voice traveled out of the room and echoed in the auction hall, stirring up another wave of commotion. Even though not many treasures had been brought out in the auction up to this point, the price had already reached its peak.

"21,000,000!" After a short period of silence, a voice came from the eighth room once again.

"30,000,000!" The young man spoke languidly from the third room, and an interested look appeared on his face. He suddenly felt that he was beginning to admire that person called Su Ming.

"30,000,000 … 1,000,000!" After a long while, the hoarse voice from the eighth room spoke once again.

"39,000,000!" This time, the person who placed the bid was not the young man from the third room, but Tian Lan Meng, who was sitting in the empty corner of the auction hall.

Tian Lan Meng's expression was as calm as ever. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and spoke softly.

The blue-haired old man sitting on the stone platform at the center of the auction hall had an incredibly dark expression on his face. He originally wanted to stop this, but since Sect Elder Hai from the eighth room had also joined the bidding, then this unreasonable matter became reasonable.

He also understood that Sect Elder Hai had to place a bid. In fact, he was also eager for Su Ming to participate in the auction. If he did not do so, then he would not be able to explain himself when he returned to the sect.

Unless he could really bring out 100,000,000 and hand it over to the sect, then with the interference of his enemies, this matter would continue to escalate.

"40,000,000!" The voice from the eighth room was filled with anger, and it echoed in the air.

Tian Lan Meng smiled faintly and did not place another bid.

As for the young man from the third room, he put down his wine cup. After a moment of thought, he smiled and shook his head, no longer placing another bid.

"Since you've placed such a bid, then you must immediately return the item to its original owner. If you place a false bid, then you will also be punished." The young man might not have placed another bid, but he did not mind using those words to befriend Su Ming. Besides, he did not care about this Sect Elder from Western Sea Clan.

Su Ming cast a glance at the third room and memorized the voice. Before long, someone knocked on the door. Zi Che opened the door and brought back a storage bag, then handed it to Su Ming calmly.

Su Ming took it and scanned it with his divine sense before putting it away. As if he was sighing with emotion, he spoke slowly, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was talking to Zi Shan, who was standing by his side.

"With this money, I can bid for any item. I won't have to be like I was before, not daring to place a bid because I have too much money.

"I've never seen someone as shameless as you! Su Ming, you're shameless! Despicable! " Zi Shan was so angry that her face turned stark white. She glared at Su Ming, then turned around and stormed out of the room. There was a different air to her lithe body at that moment.

Zi Che cast a glance at Zi Shan leaving through the corner of his eyes, then shook his head and averted his gaze. He sighed in his heart. 'Thank goodness Su Ming's second senior brother did not come. If he did, then Zi Shan would have seen what it meant by there would always be someone stronger than her.'

In fact, if Hu Zi had come, then Zi Shan would have gone mad and wondered just what she would have to face in the land of Freezing Sky during this period of time …

She could only say that she was very lucky to have met Su Ming.

The storm in the auction died down once the price reached 40,000,000. The blue-haired old man's face was dark, but he had no choice but to continue hosting the auction. He brought out some of the remaining items in an attempt to gather the people's attention on him and get the auction back on track.

When the sky gradually turned dark and the first day of the auction was about to end, the atmosphere in the auction hall gradually rose once again when the last item was brought out.

"The Great Yu Dynasty is the Berserker Tribe's holy land, and the Great Barren Cauldron is the dynasty's sacred vessel. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it is the Berserker Tribe's sacred vessel! "During that era, during the most glorious period of the Berserker Tribe, cauldrons were supreme treasures. Treasures that were made in the shape of cauldrons were even rarer, because each of them contained shocking power!

"Even now, we don't know whether the Great Yu Dynasty still exists … We don't know where the Great Barren Cauldron, the vessel of our race, is located … In fact, even if our descendants tried to imitate other items in the shape of cauldrons, it would still be difficult for them to avoid the destruction of their cauldrons …

"We all know that once a cauldron is created, the moment its form appears, even powerful Berserkers in the Berserker Soul Realm will not be able to withstand that destructive power …

"Cauldrons … All treasures in the shape of cauldrons only existed during the ancient era. Now, what I'm going to bring out is one of them!

"This is a treasure in the shape of a cauldron. In fact, the seal on it still exists. Over the years, it has been buried in a corner, and many years ago, the bishop of Western Sea Clan discovered it … There should be some items sealed within the cauldron, but we can't open it!

"Western Sea Clan has studied it for a long time, but we can't open it. Now, we're bringing it to the Great Tribe of Freezing Sky to be auctioned. Only the fated can obtain this item, and only the fated can open it. This item is a treasure of the Berserker Tribe, and it does not belong to any tribe or clan … I hope that one of us in the land of Freezing Sky can obtain this item!"

The old man's voice grew louder, and eventually, as booming sounds reverberated in the air, the nine sea dragons swam about behind him and disappeared into the air. Soon, when they reappeared, they were holding up a gigantic cauldron that was about 1,000 feet in size, and they slowly walked out of the distorted ripples.

The cauldron was so big that the instant it appeared, it formed a powerful, oppressive presence. The people might not be like ants before it, but they were not eye-catching either.

The nine mermaids surrounded the cauldron and their chants echoed in the air, causing the oppressive presence to come from the cauldron. At the same time, it also gave the crowd a solemn air, because the song the nine mermaids were singing was the God of Berserkers' Song created by the first God of Berserkers!

"The land where I was born did not do anything. After I was born, the Berserkers prospered … If the heavens have eyes and want to see the Berserkers become wild, if the gods have spirits, then from now on, I will be the King of the Berserkers above the gods!

"... If the heavens do not dare open their eyes, then I will use the world to seal the heavens once more. If the gods do not obey me, then I will use the cauldron to destroy the gods and rebuild the land of the Berserkers!"

The mermaids' voices echoed in the air, causing the auction hall to be immersed in a solemn atmosphere. Su Ming stood there with the God of Berserkers' Song echoing in his ears. He could feel the madness of the God of Berserkers within the song, and he could hear the respect contained within the lyrics.

He could also hear the ostentatious and heroic spirit of sealing the world once more and establishing the Berserker Blood once more!

"That was the Berserker Tribe at its peak … Countless Berserkers followed their king, their God of Berserkers, and fought against the heavens …" Su Ming mumbled, and a fascinated look appeared in his eyes.

"The starting bid for this cauldron is 10,000,000 … The bidding begins now!" The moment the mermaids' song echoed in the air, the blue-haired old man's voice rose abruptly!



He wrote very diligently. Each chapter took about two and a half hours to write, and he never dared to slack off. He kept working diligently.

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