God Destroying Pearl

Jin Rong's voice rang out again, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, bringing a breath of fresh air that instantly attracted everyone's attention.

She gracefully raised the auction hammer in her hand and introduced with a smile: "Next, let's look forward to the second lot - the Purple Silkworm Firefly Skirt."

"This is not just a piece of clothing. It has a certain defensive ability and can protect you from some attacks at critical moments. At the same time, its material is soft and comfortable. It feels like nothing is wearing it, and it can perfectly set off the wearer's graceful figure."

"For fellow Taoists who like to dance under the moonlight, this is undoubtedly a rare treasure. The starting price is three thousand low-grade spirit stones, and each bid increase must not be less than five hundred low-grade spirit stones. Now, the auction begins!"

As Jin Rong finished speaking, a wave of enthusiasm swept through the auction venue again.

The eyes of the female monks at the auction were attracted by the purple silk firefly skirt that exuded a faint purple sheen and was full of brilliance.

The skirt is as light as a butterfly's wings, as if it can dance with the wind at any time, making people want to find out more.

At this moment, a slightly abrupt voice sounded among the crowd.

I saw a fat female monk smiling and saying to a thin old man beside her: "My dear, look at how beautiful that dress is! I want it! If you don't win the bid for it, don't even think about getting into my bed again!"

As she spoke, she pretended to be angry and twisted the thin old man's ear, causing people around her to laugh.

The thin old man was obviously very fond of the female monk. He begged for mercy again and again: "Shoot, shoot, shoot! I will definitely get it for you! Even if it means losing everything I have!"

With the thin old man joining in, the bidding price began to rise rapidly.

People made bids one after another, some wanted to see the treasure, and some were just curious and wanted to follow the trend.

The thin old man followed closely all the way without retreating.

Whenever the price stagnated, he would raise his paddle without hesitation, as if he wanted to firmly grasp the purple silkworm firefly skirt in his hands.

After a fierce bidding war, in the end, when the price remained at 20,000 low-grade spirit stones, no one was willing to bid anymore.

The thin old man raised the number plate in his hand with sweat all over his forehead, his eyes showing both the joy of victory and a hint of bitterness that was barely perceptible.

He knew very well that the price was far beyond his expectations.

With Jin Rong's hammer dropping, the auction was finally settled.

The thin old man took a picture of the purple firefly skirt with tears in his eyes, while his female companion snuggled up to him with a happy look on her face, as if the whole world had become better because of it.

As the auction progressed, rare items flowed before everyone's eyes, but Song Yun's eyes always remained calm and expectant.

He never came across the treasure he wanted to sell.

Time passed minute by minute, until Jin Rong's gentle and seductive voice once again resounded throughout the venue, and Song Yun's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit.

"Next, let us witness together another item of this auction—a demon pill from a level 4 space demon beast!"

"The starting price is two thousand low-grade spirit stones, and each bid increase must not be less than one thousand low-grade spirit stones. As we all know, space monsters are very rare, so whether you are an alchemist or a Taoist friend with space spiritual roots, you must not miss it. Now, the auction begins," Jin Rong continued, his words revealing his extremely high evaluation of this item.

Hearing the words "the demon pill of the space demon beast", a burning desire suddenly surged in Song Yun's heart.

Song Yun knew very well the importance of this demon pill to him. With this demon pill, he would be able to practice his space skills faster.

However, he knew that he had to remain calm at this moment and not let his anxiety cloud his mind.

After some investigation with his spiritual sense, Song Yun was surprised to find that although the demon core of the space demon beast should theoretically be a treasure that everyone is fighting for, there are very few people who are interested in it at this moment.

Song Yun thought to himself that the reason behind this was not difficult to understand.

The Space Demon Pill is indeed precious and can be used to refine pills that enhance spatial capabilities, but it is extremely difficult to refine and can only be done by high-level alchemists.

Such alchemists often live in seclusion and rarely appear in public.

Furthermore, cultivators with spatial spiritual roots are extremely rare, and it is even more difficult to see one at normal times, let alone to participate in an auction.

Song Yun did not rush to take action.

Jin Rong became a little anxious when he saw that no one made a bid.

She just raised her hand slightly and gave a hidden wink to a monk at one side of the meeting room.

The monk understood what he meant, and immediately raised the sign in his hand and announced loudly: "I will offer three thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

This sudden bid instantly livened up the originally silent venue.

Everyone looked sideways, casting curious glances at the sudden competitor.

However, Jin Rong seemed unusually calm. She repeated her bid: "Three thousand low-grade spirit stones, one time."

Then, she deliberately slowed down her speech, as if waiting for something, "Three thousand low-grade spirit stones, twice."

At this critical moment, a steady and firm voice suddenly rang out from the room where Song Yun was, penetrating the noise in the venue: "I bid four thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

This bid was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily looked for the room where Song Yun was, wanting to get a glimpse of the true appearance of this mysterious bidder. However, due to the formation of the room, they only knew that the sound came from the private room, but they didn't know which room it was.

Jin Rong also showed a barely perceptible smile on her face. She raised the auction hammer and announced loudly: "Four thousand low-grade spirit stones, valid! Now, are there any higher bids?"