Originally, Du Feng wasn't interested in this level of stuff. It wasn't even an Innate Spirit Weapon, and his Dragon Riding Sword could easily break it. However, on second thought, he had a Demonic Ruler that was full of demonic qi, and it wasn't convenient for him to take it out.
If he bought a fake Demonic Ruler and used it to scare people, it might be able to confuse them. Thinking of this, he revealed a thought-provoking smile. He doubled the price of others, and paid with mid-grade immortal stones.
Actually, the grade of this fake Demonic Ruler wasn't even as good as the first Fire Sword, and its starting price was only slightly higher than ordinary Spirit Weapons. After all, it had a light and shadow effect. A young man in the hall originally planned to buy it to make the beautiful emcee happy.
Who knew that Du Feng would suddenly increase the price, and it was so ruthless, making him feel awkward.
"I … I …"
The young man mustered up his courage, but still didn't dare to increase the price. After all, it was a weapon that was only good to look at, and not very useful. Frankly speaking, this kind of weapon could be bought from any weapon shop on the street. He still couldn't bear to spend so much money to coax a girl.
"Thank you for your support, esteemed guest in the private room!"
The female emcee was too good with words. Her words flattered Du Feng, and at the same time, struck a blow to the young man. What she meant was, look at how generous he was, and don't act cool if you don't have money.
Actually, Du Feng was only in the lowest VIP private room, but it didn't matter. As long as he was willing to spend money, he would have face. He didn't buy the fake Demonic Ruler for face, but because he thought of a bad idea.
After a while, a service staff brought the fake Demonic Ruler over. Not only that, but they also brought him a fruit platter. This auction house was really snobbish, and they didn't even like to talk to people at first. He just spent a little more money, and they gave him a fruit platter. If he spent more money, would they give him wine?
Du Feng picked up an apple and was about to eat it, but he couldn't close his mouth. That was because the next item was on the stage. To be precise, it was being dragged onto the stage. There was a person locked in an iron cage. That person was shackled and had disheveled hair. He was in a sorry state.
But that was not a big deal. Du Feng knew the man. He was Old Zhong, Su Susu's coachman who had been missing for a long time.
What was going on? How could Old Zhong be captured and sold off as a slave? He didn't owe anyone money, so why did they capture him as a slave? Du Feng was very angry. He really wanted to rush out and smash the cage to get the person out.
However, he suppressed his anger and took a bite of the apple. If he were to rush out and smash the cage now, he wouldn't be offending the person who caught Old Zhong, but the organizer of the auction. He didn't know how many aces in the Earth Celestial Stage were lying in ambush in the auction hall. There were even aces in the Heaven Celestial Stage. Rushing out was simply courting death.
You could spend money in the auction house, but if you tried to snatch goods, you would definitely be beaten up. However, there was one good thing about this auction house, and that was that they did not kill their customers easily. Even if you caused trouble, as long as you didn't kill their people, they wouldn't kill you. Perhaps this customer would come back to spend money the next time he made a fortune. Businessmen were all very shrewd.
Old Zhong's Cultivation was very unstable, and his eyes were a little red. He was originally a Cultivation of the Ultimate Emperor Stage, but now he was a Level 1 Heaven Stage Cultivation. He must have been fed some kind of medicine to force it up.
"Tsk, that's boring. Who would want an uncle?"
"That's right. Didn't they say there would be beauties for sale?"
Before the auction started, the martial artists in the hall were all sighing. Many people had come to the auction because they heard there would be beauties and slaves on sale. Even if they couldn't afford them, they could at least look at them. But the slave that was dragged up was actually a middle-aged man, and he didn't look good either.
"Cultivation? He's not even as good as my chef. What's the use of having him?"
The martial artists discussed among themselves, and they all felt that there was no need to buy Old Zhong. He wasn't a beauty, and his Cultivation was also average. If they had the money, they might as well hire a few bodyguards. It was much cheaper than buying a slave.
Du Feng felt a little relieved after hearing the discussion. He was definitely going to buy Old Zhong. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to answer to Su Susu and his conscience. Since no one was willing to bid, he could naturally spend less money.
"Everyone, quiet down and listen to me. This person is a carriage driver …"
The hostess was very professional. Seeing that no one was willing to buy, she began to explain Old Zhong's value. For example, he could skillfully operate a carriage, and he could explode his inner core to fight enemies for his master. Although bodyguards were good at fighting, they wouldn't be willing to risk their lives for you.
Slaves were different. Their souls were controlled by their masters, and they could risk their lives for you at any time. Therefore, buying Old Zhong still had some value.
"Alright, let's start the price."
After hearing this, most people still didn't want to buy. However, there was a chubby auntie who couldn't remember. Looking at her anxious look, he felt that she must have some ulterior motives for buying Old Zhong back.
"Auntie Cai, this is your ninth slave, right? Don't tire yourself out."
"I heard that the previous ones were all drained by her. This woman is too scary, hahaha …"
A few people who knew Auntie Cai seemed to have some inside information, so they started to tease her.
"Why are you not convinced? Come and fight me if you have what it takes."
Auntie Cai didn't feel shy at all. She even glanced at the male Martial Artist. The male Martial Artist was so scared that he shrunk his neck and didn't dare to make a sound. He was no match for Auntie Cai, be it in a fight or in that matter. With his small physique, he wasn't even as sturdy as Old Zhong.
It seemed that this slave was going to fall into Auntie Cai's hands again. Everyone was talking about Old Zhong, thinking that no one would buy him. If it was for a fight, everyone would buy a slave with a higher Cultivation level or a tamed beast. Who would buy him?
"Alright, the starting price is one thousand Immortal Stones. Each increment must be no less than a hundred Immortal Stones."
The price was not high. After all, it was a human life, and it was more expensive than a weapon of the same level. But it was not low, because many Celestial Realm Martial Artists died every day, and human lives seemed to be very worthless.
"One thousand one hundred Immortal Stones!"
Auntie Cai made a bid confidently, thinking that no one would compete with her. She just wanted to take Old Zhong back and use him well.
"Twenty mid-grade Immortal Stones!"
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