However, once he spoke, the others were not to be outdone and began bidding in quick succession.

"Six hundred thousand!"

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"One million!"

....

"Two million!"

Like that, an item originally valued at only five hundred thousand, or even less, was forcibly bid up to two million; this was the charm of a captivating auctioneer.

"Next up! The second auction item is a Song dynasty blue and white porcelain vase. This blue and white porcelain is lustrous as pearl white, with peacocks reflecting blue, translucent and beautiful, a premier piece for collection. The starting bid is five million. Let the bidding begin!" Zhong Hongyan introduced.

After her introduction, the wealthy underneath started bidding again.

"Three million!"

"Four million!"

"Six million!"

"Nine million!"

"Thirteen million!"

"Fifteen million!"

....

"Thirty million!"

In the end, this blue and white porcelain vase was sold to a rich businessman for the high price of thirty million yuan.

Hearing this figure, Lin Yifan broke out in a sweat. The second item had just been sold; wouldn't the ones that followed require even more money?

Just the thought of it made him nervously sweat.

There were too many tycoons present, and he felt he might not be able to win the Healing Wound Flower, which was completely unexpected.

Following that, the third, fourth, and fifth items were sold for fifty million, eighty million, and one hundred million, respectively.

Every time he heard the transaction price go higher and higher, Lin Yifan's heart couldn't help but stir.

The final price for the fifth item had already climbed to one hundred million. The next one could possibly start at one hundred and thirty million. This was not the outcome he had wanted.

He had originally thought a single Healing Wound Flower would cost at most a few million. He had not expected it to exceed a hundred million. Alas! He was truly at a loss for words.

Ever since his company invested in An Qi's Antian Group, his net worth had shrunk significantly, leaving him with just a few billion. Coupled with an esports project currently under construction, his wallet had become even tighter.

While Lin Yifan was feeling tense, Zhong Hongyan began the auction for the sixth item.

She quickly lifted the red cover, revealing the item underneath to everyone's view.

Seeing a white flower standing tall in a pot covered by a transparent white fiberglass cover, most of the hidden cultivators present were moved; this was a rare medicinal herb, elusive and sought after, and every cultivator longed for one to some extent.

Although the Healing Wound Flower needed to be refined into an elixir to unleash its full medicinal potential, even direct consumption could yield good healing effects, making it a fine treatment for injuries.

"The sixth item is known as the first choice for internal injuries and for rapid healing, the Healing Wound Flower. I believe the 'extraordinary individuals' present will understand; so, without further ado, let's start the bidding at fifty million! Those interested, please place your bids."

"Wow!!!!"

At the sound of the high starting bid, the ordinary wealthy onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in amazement; although they were very rich, they would never buy a flower for fifty million.

However, while these ordinary wealthy collectors had no interest, those extraordinary "rich collectors" were very excited, and someone immediately raised the price by tens of millions.

"Eighty million!"

Clearly, this person wanted to discourage other bidders and then quickly secure the Healing Wound Flower for himself.

However, he vastly underestimated the desire of the cultivators present for the Healing Wound Flower, and soon someone raised the bid.

This time, the bid came from the indifferent young man, "One hundred million!"

After just two rounds of bidding, the price had soared to one hundred million, which was beyond what the ordinary tycoons had expected. They thought it would take at least five rounds to reach one hundred million, but it went up in only two.

Upon hearing this price, Lin Yifan internally resisted; he hadn't expected the Healing Wound Flower to cost this much. Moreover, it seemed that many others were competing for it; he felt that there must be many hidden cultivators at the auction, possibly even some of higher realm than his.

"Truly an auction where dragons hide amongst men," Lin Yifan sighed; then he placed his bid.

"One hundred and ten million!"

Although it had surpassed a hundred million, and it was expensive, it was still worth it to have control over one's own life.

Sitting in front of Lin Yifan, Tian Ji, who resembled a toad, heard Lin Yifan bid and immediately grew suspicious: "Could he also be a cultivator?"

"Hmph! Whether he's a cultivator or not, I will never let anyone who dares to oppose me, Tian Ji, off easily."

So, Tian Ji immediately raised his placard and bid: "One hundred and thirty million!"

"Damn it! Is he purposely trying to make things difficult for me?"

Lin Yifan knew he had locked horns with the toad-like man sitting in front of him.

However, other cultivators needed the Healing Wound Flower as well; hence, as soon as Tian Ji's voice fell, someone else made a bid; it was still that indifferent young man.

"One hundred and fifty million!"

"One hundred and sixty million!"

Lin Yifan immediately followed with his bid, determined to obtain the Healing Wound Flower by exerting his utmost effort.

"Always increasing by ten million, are you a pauper or what? How embarrassing!" Tian Ji sneered disdainfully.

"You have the money, why don't you bid?"

"Bid, then bid, what, you think I don't dare?" Saying this, Tian Ji immediately bid: "One hundred and ninety million!"

His family in Capital City was wealthy and powerful; he could afford this sum.

"Fuck your sister! I ask you to raise and you really raise? Are you my lackey?" Lin Yifan cursed in anger.

He had thought that he could secure the Healing Wound Flower for no more than two hundred million; now after this commotion, he felt it would cost at least over two hundred million to succeed.

"You..." Tian Ji was so infuriated he wanted to kill someone. Now, he found Lin Yifan even more irritating.

"Your sister, yeah! Isn't it true? Whatever I say, you do the opposite; if that's not being a lackey, then what is?" Lin Yifan challenged him face to face.

"Don't you dare leave after the auction is over!" Tian Ji threatened once again.

There was nothing else he could do. Inside the auction, he couldn't disrespect Zhong Hongyan, so all he could do was suppress his anger and issue this intimidating statement.

"When the bell rings for school to end, I always stroll out; never in a hurry!" Lin Yifan responded defiantly.

Every time he heard Tian Ji say this, he found it exceptionally childish. It was like when he was in school, and the bullies would always say to him, "After school, you better not leave! I promise not to beat you to death."

But each time, those people would only throw a few random punches before running away, never daring to actually kill him.

"Fine! Then just wait for your descent into hell!" Tian Ji glared and bellowed ferociously.

"Oh my, I'm so scared! I really want to see who's going to hell after this!" Lin Yifan retorted, not intimidated in the least.

"Hmph! We'll see in a moment, won't we?" With a cold snort, Tian Ji turned away.

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