and his expression returned to normal.Two people with vastly different appearances, but surprisingly similar temperaments.However, the connection between Qin Sang and his already forged avatar became..."Blood essence!"

The auction is coming to a close.

Mr. Kan raised both hands, his palms cupping a round object as red as blood and resembling the heart of some kind of demonic beast.

This object looks very soft, pulsating like a heart. It swayed with Mr. Kan's palm, giving off a sickeningly bloody feeling that made me nauseous.

But when Mr. Kan said the name of this object, many people's eyes immediately became hot with desire, and whispers filled the hall.

"There really is blood essence!"

"The news released by Kan himself, could it be fake There's not only blood essence, but also better treasures behind!"

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"It is said that Xue Yuan Jing is a holy medicine for healing..."

Mr. Kan remained smiling and listened patiently to the guests' discussions before speaking up after a while, "Blood Yuan Essence, the essence of the Dragon Bloodwood, only one out of ten thousand Dragon Bloodwoods can bear a Blood Yuan Essence in its heart tree. It is an unprecedented wonder of the world! This medicine is a holy artifact for healing wounds. It can take effect directly upon refining. I believe that Mr. Kan doesn't need to elaborate further..."

At this point, Mr. Kan's voice faltered slightly.

Because he noticed that the mysterious Foundation Establishment late-stage expert sitting in the corner of the hall finally moved. He suddenly straightened his body, and a pair of eyes seemed to be watching the Blood Essence within his black robe!

From the start of the auction to now, dozens of treasures have been sold one after another. This person has remained listless and unmoved throughout. Mr. Kan had already given up, but unexpectedly, a twist occurred in the plot.

Is this person hurt

Attracted by the blood essence

Mr. Kan pondered silently, recalling the medicinal herbs in his collection. There were indeed a few healing elixirs, but whether to use them to befriend this man required careful consideration of the pros and cons.

Starting bid: one thousand low-grade spirit stones! Each increment must be at least one hundred low-grade spirit stones!

Mr. Kan's words had just fallen.

A raspy, short, and resounding voice suddenly echoed through the hall.

“Four thousand!”

Those who were preparing to bid suddenly froze, all turning their heads to look at the corner of the hall with curious eyes.

The man in black sat calmly, unfazed by the pressure of countless eyes upon him. His composure was evident.

This person's first bid directly tripled the price. Was it a bluff, or was this move inevitable

Mr. Kan's eyes flashed with surprise. He hadn't expected this person to be so extraordinary once he made a move. It seemed he was determined to obtain the blood essence.

As soon as this person stirred the pot, the originally lively atmosphere plummeted to freezing point. Mr. Kan was about to use some tactics to guide the situation, but someone immediately called a price.

"Six thousand low-grade spirit stones."

This person's voice was quite scholarly, and his tone was much gentler than the previous one, but the impact he had on everyone was no less profound.

Here it is again!

Simply add two thousand spirit stones!

All eyes darted around the hall, searching for the source of the voice. They found the bidder wearing a silver long robe and a hooded cloak, their face concealed as well.

Mr. Kan was quite surprised.

He had everything under control before this, knowing everyone in the hall. The man in silver, who was previously unassuming and only made a few moves with insignificant value, now surprises everyone with such a large sum.

Mr. Kan knew he had made a mistake again, but he was delighted. Auctions thrive on people like him; the more, the merrier.

If the two of them can be evenly matched, facing each other head-on, that would be great!

Mr. Kan's expectations came true very soon.

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In the corner, the man in black turned his head to stare at the silver-clad man, hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice: "Seven thousand!"

"Eight thousand!"

The silver-clad man leaned against the back of his chair, without even turning around, he followed without hesitation. From his calm tone, one could guess that the face hidden beneath the cloak must be composed and unperturbed.

“Nine thousand!”

“Ten thousand!”

The hall was silent.

Not a single person bid in the upper-level boxes; they were all just watching the spectacle.

Especially the Blood Essence was sold for 10,000 spirit stones, which is already a high price.

Looking at these two, they seem to have things all figured out and are bound to climb even higher. Everyone else doesn't want to get involved and just wants to avoid being the sucker.

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Every time he called out a price, the man in silver pressed closer step by step. The robed man seemed to be provoked, and sneered with a sinister smile, “Friend Daoist, your cultivation is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Can you really afford ten thousand spirit stones Mr. Kan, I think it's better to check this person's qualifications first!”

Mr. Kan had similar concerns in his heart, but he hadn't found the opportunity yet. When the man in black robes brought it up first, he seized the moment and looked at the man in silver, his tone inquiring.

"Friend, look at this..."

The silver-clad man chuckled, not offended. He took out a small pouch and casually tossed it to Mr. Kan. With his arms folded, he said lightly, “Although my cultivation is low, I still have some savings. Please take a look, Mr. Kan. But only checking me seems unfair. Shouldn't Mr. Kan treat everyone equally”

The robed man sneered, "A summer insect cannot speak of ice! With my cultivation, a mere ten thousand spirit stones are nothing!"

Mr. Kan heard this and was startled, his eyebrows furrowing slightly without making a sound. He glanced at the robed man subtly, unsure if he was arrogant due to his cultivation or trying to intimidate others by revealing his power proactively.

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Mr. Kan's thoughts raced, he returned the mustard seed bag to the man in silver and explained: "Mr. Kan has already checked, Daoist friend's spirit stones are sufficient! What Daoist friend doesn't know is that the senior is a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and holding a token, indeed possesses ample spirit stones. This one has already verified it before. If the two have no doubts, please continue."

“So you’re a senior cultivator from the late Qi Foundation stage! My apologies, my apologies!”

Although he said so, the silver-clad man's tone was devoid of any respect. He didn't even bother to turn his head to look at the cloaked figure, merely stating in a flat voice, "Unfortunately, I urgently need blood essence to save my life. Blood essence is essential for me, and I must obtain it from the senior..."

The Black Robed Man roared, "You insolent fool! Do you think I'd use you One hundred thousand one!"

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“One thousand one hundred and five!”

Although their bidding increments were slightly smaller, they quickly drove the price up to 14,000 spirit stones. A few others who had been interested in participating completely gave up seeing this situation and let the two battle it out.

"Fourteen thousand five hundred!"

Obviously, this price caused the robed man great pain. His breathing was abnormally heavy, his voice like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Those sitting near him quickly moved away, afraid that he might be emotionally unstable and do something unpredictable.

The silver-robed man spoke calmly, "Fifteen thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"You're asking for death!"

The Black Robed Man, enraged, unleashed the powerful aura unique to a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, suddenly pressing down on the silver-clad man.

Along the way, innocent bystanders were caught in the crossfire, especially several cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, who were directly terrified to the point of paralysis, collapsing onto the ground with a thud.

For a time, the hall was in utter chaos, filled with screams.

Mr. Kan's face changed drastically. He didn't expect this person to have no air of a master. He couldn't accept defeat and, as soon as he said so, he started shouting: "Quick, set up the formation!"

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