Before the auctioneer could even finish his sentence, the first bid slammed down.
"300,000!" a sharp, demanding voice called from one of the private boxes, signaling a major Holy Land was immediately staking its claim.
"350,000!"
"400,000! My Bloodline requires this!" This was an aggressive voice from a powerful clan known for cultivating lightning-based techniques.
Vahn watched the initial flurry while remaining patient. He allowed the lower bids to eliminate the weaker contenders. This wasn't about saving a few Spirit Stones; it was about ensuring he was the last one standing.
He had over four million Spirit Stones now, a staggering war chest.
The price climbed past one million in less than a minute.
"One million, five hundred thousand!" a voice roared, pushing the bid into serious territory.
