NOVGO.NET Chapter 307: A Price Beyond Imagination
Chapter 307: Chapter 307: A Price Beyond Imagination
Chapter 307: A Price Beyond Imagination
"Are you insane?" the gruff-voiced Domain Master from the adjacent booth roared in outrage, slamming his hands against his railing. "It is just a light armor! It isn’t worth anywhere near fifteen hundred tokens! Who dares to inflate the price like this?"
Rhain didn’t even bother to turn his head.
He simply let a trace of his aura release from his body.
The gruff-voiced Domain Master instantly choked on his words, his face turning deathly pale as he instantly recognized the signature aura.
"A-Asura..." the man stammered, frantically stepping back into the safety of his booth and sealing his mouth shut.
No one else dared to utter a single syllable.
The Golden Serpent looked at Rhain’s booth, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes before he professionally recovered his composure.
"Two thousand five hundred tokens going once. Going twice. Sold!"
The gavel fell.
Rhain leaned back in his chair, entirely unbothered by the astronomical sum he had just casually thrown away.
With seventy thousand Blood-Iron Tokens sitting comfortably in his spatial ring, it was nothing more than pocket change.
’She will look beautiful in it,’ Rhain murmured inwardly, a faint smile brushing past his lips.
The auction continued.
Item after item was brought out onto the stage, their glowing auras illuminating the massive circular hall.
Most of it had no value in Rhain’s eyes.
He didn’t even bother looking at the stage for the next dozen lots.
It was only when a set of two incredibly exquisite, slender blades was brought onto the stage that Rhain raised his hand again.
"Mystic-Grade Twin Swords: Light Heart Sword!" the Golden Serpent announced, "Forged from the core of a fallen star-meteor. Starting bid: Two thousand Blood-Iron Tokens!"
Rhain didn’t hesitate.
"Three thousand tokens," Rhain’s voice rang out from the balcony
A few early-stage Domain Masters in the lower booths gritted their teeth, wanting to bid, but remembering the sheer, brutal dominance Asura had displayed in the blood pits, they swallowed their words.
No one dared to contest him.
The gavel fell, and the twin swords were his.
A short while later, a second item caught his attention.
"Mystic-Grade Martial Art: Mountain-Shattering Tyrant Fist!"
Rhain won the bid for four thousand Blood-Iron Tokens.
Void Fist was his ultimate trump card, and its essence-devouring properties are too recognizable. If he use it continuously in front of his enemies, it will inevitably expose the secret of his martial art. This Mountain-Shattering Tyrant Fist will serve perfectly as a conventional, brute-force cover.
After a while, the lighting in the auction house suddenly shifted.
The glowing arrays lining the walls dimmed, and a blazing pillar of golden light illuminated the center of the stage.
The murmurs in the crowd instantly died.
"Honored guests," the Golden Serpent spoke, his voice dropping into a solemn, reverent hush. "The time has come. We now present the pinnacle of tonight’s gathering... the Top Three final items!"
An attendant brought out the first item—a vial containing three drops of golden, semi-translucent blood.
"The Blood Essence of a peak Domain Master-level Lightning Python!"
The starting bid was a staggering ten thousand Blood-Iron Tokens.
The bidding war that erupted was nothing short of frenzy, with late-stage Domain Masters roaring their prices until it sold for twenty-two thousand.
Next came the second item—an ancient, fragmented array formation that contained the embryonic comprehensions of a Monarch Realm powerhouse.
It was a treasure that could theoretically help a peak Domain Master into the legendary Monarch Realm.
The frenzy in the auction house grew even more.
Sitting in his booth, Rhain narrowed his eyes.
Both items were undoubtedly extremely precious treasures.
If he could assimilate that python blood, his Physique would have undoubtedly been strengthened.
But Rhain knew perfectly well that if he went out of his way to buy them, he might drain the capital needed for his primary objective.
He remained completely silent, conserving his vast wealth as the two treasures were claimed by other late-stage Domain Masters.
Finally, the Golden Serpent raised both hands.
"And now, for our final item," the Golden Serpent announced.
An attendant walked forward, carrying a silver platter.
An unassuming jade slip rested uppn it.
"The seller of this item has demanded anonymity," the Golden Serpent stated, his tone carrying a profound mystery. "We do not know its origins, nor do we know its true grade. But our appraisers have verified its effects."
He gestured toward the jade slip.
"This is an ancient disguise technique. Once mastered, it completely overwrites the user’s fundamental truth, their aura, their cultivation realm, and even their soul signature."
The Golden Serpent’s eyes swept the VIP booths.
"It is guaranteed to deceive the perception of any existence in the Monarch Realm. And if cultivated to perfection... it can even blind the eyes of a cultivator beyond the Monarch!"
The atmosphere in the hall practically exploded.
To blind a Monarch!
And even beyond?
For the exiled criminals, blood-soaked fugitives, and hidden imperial enemies sitting in the Crucible Arena, a technique like this was a literal second life.
It was their freedom!
"Starting bid: Thirty thousand Blood-Iron Tokens!"
"Thirty-five thousand!" an immediate roar came from a VIP booth.
"Forty thousand!"
"Fifty thousand!"
The price skyrocketed with unprecedented speed.
Early and middle-stage Domain Masters were instantly priced out, leaving only the wealthiest, most dominant late-stage experts to wage war.
Rhain leaned forward, his dark grey eyes flashing with a resolute light.
"Sixty thousand," Rhain’s voice echoed, cold and unyielding.
The massive jump silenced several of the competing booths.
Sixty thousand tokens was the equivalent of six hundred billion Aetherium Crystals.
It was the total liquid wealth of an entire minor province!
For a moment, only heavy breathing could be heard in the auction house.
Then, an overwhelmingly oppressive, late-stage Domain Master aura erupted from the most luxurious VIP booth directly across from Rhain.
"Sixty three thousand!" a haughty, sneering voice roared.
It was a late-stage Domain Master who had remained silent for the entire auction, clearly waiting solely for this final item.
"Sixty-five thousand," Rhain countered without missing a beat.
But his brows furrowed, Sixty five thousand was all the Blood Iron tokens he was left with.
Inside the opposing booth, the late-stage Domain Master gritted his teeth, his face turning an ugly shade of red. He stepped out onto his balcony, completely exposing his imposing figure to the crowd.
He glared directly at Rhain’s booth with eyes full of undisguised malice and uncontrollable greed.
"Eighty thousand Blood-Iron Tokens!" the late-stage Domain Master bellowed, slamming his massive fist against the railing.
The crowd gasped. Eighty thousand!
Rhain’s total liquid tokens from his arena victories was only slightly more than seventy thousand.
The late-stage Domain Master burst into a harsh, mocking laugh, his voice carrying condescending arrogance.
"Hahaha! Eighty thousand tokens!" the man gloated, pointing a finger directly at Rhain’s balcony. "That is every single token I have to my name! It is all I have, Asura! If you have even one token more, then just bet, and the item will belong to you!"
He sneered, his eyes burning with triumph. "But we both know a Silver Rank bug like you doesn’t have that kind of wealth!"