Even Jiang Jichen couldn't help but frown.
'This Young Master Jin is really just looking for trouble!'
"Young Brother Wentian, don't pay any mind to a dead man walking. Hurry and bid. Win that Nether Blood Fruit."
Seeing the young cultivator Wentian's face flush red with anger, Jiang Jichen stepped in to calm him.
Wentian had a youthful temperament and was easily agitated.
Without Jiang Jichen's reminder, he had almost forgotten that winning the Nether Blood Fruit was his main reason for being here.
At this moment, the bidding for the Nether Blood Fruit had reached twenty thousand Low-grade Holy Spirit Stones.
The bid was called twice with no one else raising the price. If it was called a third time without a higher offer, the item would be sold to the current bidder.
Apparently, just as the young cultivator Wentian had said, not many people needed the Nether Blood Fruit enough to compete for it.
The bidding was surprisingly tame, with few people participating.
