Chapter 818 - 816: Shocking Sky-High Price, Mysterious Woman

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On the silver tray, an ancient silver lightning pagoda stood quietly, its mottled marks revealing the passage of time.

At first glance, this silver pagoda showed no unusual fluctuations, yet it exuded a mysterious aura, with a faint sense of violent energy hidden within.

Inside the grand pavilion, countless fiery gazes were locked onto the silver lightning pagoda. Most of the experts present belonged to various powerful factions, and their purpose here was obvious—it was all for this mysterious silver pagoda.

After all, this silver pagoda was highly likely to be related to the legendary Ancient Thunder Palace inheritance.

The resources and fortunes within the Ancient Thunder Palace were unimaginably vast. If any top-tier faction managed to obtain it, they could soar to new heights, inherit its legacy, and become the new overlord of the Heavenly Thunder Continent. At the same time, they would ascend into one of the true superpowers of the Great Thousand World!

Therefore, any item that could grant them an advantage in the Ancient Thunder Palace was invaluable—something they had to obtain!

Above the pavilion, not only did Thunder King’s gaze turn sharp, but even Xuan Ya, the Vice Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, as well as Mu Tian, the First Hall Master of Heavenly Dragon Pavilion, and Jiang Hai of Water Sword Sect, all had their expressions turn serious.

It was clear that the item they had been waiting for had finally appeared.

On the auction stage, Wang Yan glanced at the eager and covetous gazes around him and chuckled. Lifting the silver tray in his hand, he declared, "The auction for this item will now begin. The starting price is ten million Supreme Spiritual Liquid, with a minimum bid increment of ten million!"

The starting price for this item was remarkably low, far below the previous three auctioned treasures. However, no one was relieved by this, as they all knew—the final price of this item would skyrocket in an instant.

"Twenty million!"

As expected, just as Wang Yan’s voice fell, an urgent bid immediately rang out.

"Thirty million!"

Before the previous bid could even settle, another voice shouted.

"Forty million!"

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One after another, bids erupted in the grand pavilion, and the atmosphere instantly reached its climax. Every faction had bloodshot eyes, looking as if they wouldn’t stop until they secured the treasure.

Amidst this fiery competition, in just a few minutes, the price had soared to one hundred million Supreme Spiritual Liquid.

When the price hit this point, the frequency of bids finally slowed down. However, those still bidding all had formidable backing—each representing at least a first-rate faction.

After a few more minutes, the price climbed to one hundred and sixty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid.

"One hundred and sixty million..."

Atop the pavilion, Mo Yu furrowed his brows at the scene before him. The foundation of these old factions was indeed beyond what his newly-risen Thunder Prison could compare to. If he hadn’t looted the Blood God Clan earlier, he wouldn’t even have the qualifications to participate in this auction.

"One hundred and eighty million!"

Just as Mo Yu was deep in thought, a voice filled with laughter suddenly echoed through the pavilion, instantly suppressing the fiery atmosphere.

Countless gazes turned toward the source of the voice, only to see Mu Tian, the First Hall Master of Heavenly Dragon Pavilion, smiling at the crowd. It was evident that after observing for a while, one of the true top-tier factions of the Heavenly Thunder Continent had finally made their move.

With a single bid, Mu Tian raised the price from one hundred and sixty million to one hundred and eighty million—a staggering twenty million increase! This immediately caused many first-rate factions’ representatives to look grim. After hesitating for a moment, they unwillingly sat back down, choosing to withdraw.

"Heh, since Hall Master Mu is so generous, my Thunder God Palace can’t afford to lose momentum. Two hundred million!"

Right after Mu Tian’s bid, another voice followed closely behind. The one who spoke was none other than Thunder King.

Seeing this, the factions that still had a sliver of hope could only shake their heads in regret. It was now clear that only these deep-pocketed top-tier factions could compete for the ownership of the silver pagoda.

"Two hundred and ten million."

A soft and charming laugh rang out as Xuan Ya covered her red lips with her jade-like hand, smiling sweetly. "Since the two of you are so eager, I might as well join in the fun."

"Two hundred and twenty million."

Jiang Hai of Water Sword Sect spoke in a dull, expressionless voice.

The four top-tier factions bidding at the same time instantly pushed the price to a terrifying level. The remaining factions completely abandoned any thought of competing.

Thunder King’s eyes flickered as he glanced at the other three, his voice growing colder. "Two hundred and fifty million."

Thunder God Palace considered itself the rightful heir of the Ancient Thunder Palace, and they were determined to obtain this silver pagoda at all costs.

However, these three factions would clearly be obstacles. If necessary, he might have to bleed heavily to ensure Thunder God Palace’s victory.

That being said, Thunder King wasn’t too concerned. When it came to heritage and wealth, neither Heavenly Dragon Pavilion, Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, nor Water Sword Sect could match Thunder God Palace.

Mu Tian, Xuan Ya, and Jiang Hai all frowned slightly, realizing Thunder King’s unwavering determination. Even for them, two hundred and fifty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid was no small amount.

For a moment, they fell into deep thought, weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing this, Thunder King smirked inwardly. Did these factions really think they could compete with Thunder God Palace’s wealth? Ridiculous!

"Two hundred and eighty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid."

Suddenly, just as Thunder King was basking in his triumph, a calm voice rang out, breaking the silence.

Swish!

Every gaze in the pavilion instantly turned toward the source of the voice, and they saw a handsome young man with a composed expression. It was none other than Mo Yu, the one who had previously won the bid for the Storm Thunder Tiger Beast’s incomplete technique.

"He actually placed such a high bid?!" Someone gasped in disbelief. Two hundred and eighty million was not a sum that just any faction could afford!

Even Xuan Ya, Mu Tian, and Jiang Hai were taken aback, their eyes filled with doubt as they looked at Mo Yu.

Thunder King, however, was momentarily stunned before his face turned dark. His gaze locked onto Mo Yu, his tone turning icy.

"Prison Lord, this is not a place for you to fool around. If you make a reckless bid, you will pay the price."

Mo Yu lazily lifted his eyelids and said indifferently, "I don’t need a reminder from a defeated opponent. As for the two hundred and eighty million, Thunder Prison can afford it."

Although purchasing the Storm Thunder Tiger Beast earlier had cost him quite a bit, Thunder Prison had unified Blood Rock Realm, absorbing the wealth of several top-tier factions. Two hundred and eighty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid—though painful—was still within their means.

Behind Mo Yu, the Wind Emperor slightly furrowed his brows at the sudden high bid. The Supreme Spirit Liquid they had left, excluding what Mo Yu had used earlier, totaled only two hundred and eighty million. Yet, Mo Yu had just called out a bid in one go.

Though surprised, the Wind Emperor remained silent. He understood that Thunder Prison’s financial resources were limited. If they wanted to compete, they had to act boldly and deter potential interferences.

The question was—would two hundred and eighty million be enough to suppress the Thunder King?

Across the pavilion, Thunder King’s face was dark, his gaze fixed on Mo Yu with icy malice. While the Thunder God Palace indeed had deep foundations, the funds he could mobilize weren’t limitless.

Nearly three hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquid was enough to support the growth of a top-tier force or attract countless powerful individuals.

Thunder King’s eyes flickered with a sinister glint. After a brief moment, he took a deep breath and said grimly, "Three hundred million!"

The entire pavilion erupted in shock. Countless experts were dumbfounded before shaking their heads in disbelief. These people were insane— three hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquid! That amount could purchase even a perfect-grade Saint artifact.

It was said that in some assassin organizations of the Great Thousand World, three hundred million could even hire a Perfected Earthly Supreme powerhouse.

This price didn’t just shock outsiders—even Xuan Ya and the others looked solemn and shook their heads.

Countless eyes turned to Mo Yu, waiting for his decision.

Under their gazes, Mo Yu didn’t hesitate in the slightest and said calmly, "Three hundred and ten million."

His expression was composed, making it impossible to gauge his depth. Only the Wind Emperor and the others behind him knew that this was almost their absolute limit. Even an extra million would be beyond their means.

Thunder King abruptly stood up, his face twisting with rage. His eyes were filled with venom as he clenched the railing before him, leaving deep imprints. He never expected Mo Yu to play this game with him!

"Three hundred and fifty million!" Thunder King nearly roared out this scalp-numbing price—this was also the Thunder God Palace’s limit.

Though their foundation was vast, their expenses were equally great. If too many resources were diverted at once, it could negatively impact the faction’s operations, making it not worth the cost.

Mo Yu stared at the contorted face of Thunder King, his slender fingers lightly stroking the armrest. His expression remained tranquil, but inwardly, he sighed.

Regardless of whether the Thunder God Palace was truly the heir to the Ancient Thunder Palace, their wealth was certainly astonishing. Competing to this extent was indeed beyond his tolerance.

Even with all the wealth he had extorted from the Blood God Clan and the resources gained from unifying the Blood Rock Realm, he was still far from reaching three hundred and fifty million Supreme Spirit Liquid.

Thus, he shook his head lightly and chose to withdraw.

"We’ll find another way later," the Wind Emperor said in a low voice. Even if the Thunder King won the token, it didn’t mean he could take it away.

Mo Yu nodded. That was the only choice.

"You’re giving up?"

Seeing Mo Yu withdraw, Thunder King sneered, his face still somewhat twisted with mockery. "A newly established faction from a lower plane dares to compete with my Thunder God Palace? How utterly ignorant!"

The Wind Emperor’s face turned grim, about to stand up, but Mo Yu stopped him. There was no need to start a fight here.

Thunder King’s heart skipped a beat at the sight, but when he saw Mo Yu showing no intention of making a move, he let out a silent breath of relief.

At this moment, his elder brother, the Thunder God, was still some distance away. If Mo Yu truly initiated a battle, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it—especially given the terrifying strength Mo Yu had displayed earlier.

However, fearing that he might push Mo Yu too far, Thunder King quickly shifted his gaze toward Wang Yan on the auction platform and said coldly, "Announce it already!"

With the bid at three hundred and fifty million, who else could challenge it?

Hearing this, Wang Yan hurriedly nodded and was about to announce the auction’s conclusion. But just as he opened his mouth, a soft and gentle voice suddenly rang out within the pavilion.

This voice was like an ethereal melody, soothing and pleasant. In any other situation, it would have left countless men curious about whether the owner of such a voice possessed a beauty to match. But here and now, it was like a thunderclap that left everyone utterly stunned.

"Um, please wait a moment. I bid four hundred and fifty million."

Silence.

The entire pavilion fell deathly still. Thunder King’s expression froze, as if stunned by the price. Even Mo Yu’s brows furrowed slightly—who in the world had just raised the bid by a full one hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquid? Did they think it was mere pocket change?

Who was it?

Everyone in the pavilion frantically searched for the bidder. In moments, countless gazes locked onto a secluded corner below.

Even Mo Yu was drawn to the scene, his curiosity piqued. Who exactly had the audacity to offer such a sky-high price?

Then, a figure emerged from the shadows—a woman as serene and ethereal as a celestial being. She wore a flowing white dress, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her delicate features radiated warmth and gentleness, perfectly matching the soft voice.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. Even Mo Yu, who had seen countless beauties, couldn’t help but be moved. Yet, what was even more astonishing was that, despite the presence of so many powerful experts, no one could discern her origins. A veil of mystery seemed to surround her, preventing anyone from probing too deeply.

Seeing this, many who had harbored illicit thoughts about her immediately curbed their impulses. After all, in the Great Thousand World, the most dangerous people were often those who hid their true strength. One could never tell whether a passerby or a beggar might actually be a terrifying powerhouse.

And this woman in white—though appearing gentle and frail—had dared to come alone to the far east of Heavenly Thunder Continent. How could she possibly be an ordinary person?

As the pavilion remained frozen in stunned silence, all eyes fixed on her with disbelief, the woman slightly furrowed her delicate brows. Then, in her soft and deadly voice, she added:

"Apologies. I am interested in the Silver Tower as well, but I only have four hundred and fifty million. If anyone bids higher, I will withdraw."

The moment her words fell, the pavilion plunged into silence once more.

No one had expected that a fierce struggle among top-tier factions would suddenly be disrupted by an unexpected dark horse...

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