Lord Tianming refused to be outdone, raising the price once again to five million.
But Xiang Wentian was clearly red-eyed with frenzy, not even blinking as he bid six million directly.
The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.
If they kept bidding like this, both sides lost in their frenzy, things would inevitably descend into madness.
Wei Wuying watched with a cold sneer from the sidelines. If he could speak up, he would absolutely not mind fanning the flames and throwing the situation into chaos.
If it could provoke a clash between the Great Sacred Hall and the Northern Darkness Sect, that would be even more perfect.
Wei Wuying was always the type to enjoy watching a show, never minding how big the trouble got. The more miserable others were, the happier he would be.
Moreover, at this point in the bidding, even Wei Wuying felt it had far exceeded what the Myriad Years Pill was worth. Six million high-grade spirit stones — even for him, parting with that many high-grade spirit stones all at once would be agonizing.
After being rebuked by Xiang Wentian, Wang Jianyu had moderated somewhat, but his thoughts were roughly the same as Wei Wuying's.
He hoped the bidding would grow even more frenzied.
The more frenzied, the more likely things would spiral out of control. The more out of control, the worse the situation could become.
When that time came, Wang Jianyu could step forward and fan the flames, directing the fire toward Danqian Palace, making both sects hate Danqian Palace.
In that way, Danqian Palace would become the common enemy of all the other sects in the Myriad Domains!
Wang Jianyu would absolutely love to see that happen. If it really occurred, he would be laughing in his sleep.
Lord Tianming was now riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount.
Xiang Wentian's momentum showed no signs of stopping. He knew that no matter how much he bid, Xiang Wentian would likely keep raising.
This old man clearly wanted the Myriad Years Pill to save his life, willing to spend his entire clan's fortune.
After this moment of hesitation, Xiang Wentian sneered: "Old Tianming, why aren't you bidding anymore? Isn't your Northern Darkness Sect flush with cash? Keep going."
Unlike Xiang Wentian, Lord Tianming's Northern Darkness Sect, while wealthy, ultimately had to draw from the sect's coffers. Though he was Sect Master, there were other powerhouses in the sect who had a say.
With the Sacred Elephant Clan, however, Xiang Wentian's word was absolute law, and no one dared to defy him.
In terms of fundamental advantages, Lord Tianming had already lost.
But giving up just like that went against Lord Tianming's pride. Ignoring the dark expressions on the faces of the elders beside him, he shouted: "Seven million!"
Xiang Wentian could see that Lord Tianming was reaching his limit and could barely hold on.
He laughed arrogantly: "I bid eight million. Old Tianming, do you dare keep competing?"
Lord Tianming cursed the madman silently but refused to show weakness: "I also bid eight million, plus an additional jug of Northern Darkness Star Sand — the finest material in the Myriad Domains for artifact forging and talisman crafting."
Xiang Wentian burst into hearty laughter: "Out of money, are you? Trying to make up the difference with goods? I bid ten million, plus a set of Lightning Antler Python hide. This hide can be used to craft quasi-Earth-grade talismans."
Lord Tianming was speechless, staring at Xiang Wentian. He knew this old madman had truly stopped caring about anything. If they kept fighting like this, he simply could not match Xiang Wentian's disregard for consequences.
"Brother Xiang, you win. Even if I, Tianming, beg you, it will not help. I cannot compete with you in wealth. If there is ever another Myriad Years Pill, you absolutely cannot fight me for it."
These words amounted to capitulation, finding a way to bow out.
Xiang Wentian laughed heartily. Seeing Lord Tianming concede, he did not push too hard, laughing aloud: "If there is another one next time, what does that have to do with me? These pills are not beans — after taking one, taking another is useless."
Saying this, he looked at Jiang Chen with eager, burning eyes: "Jiang Chen, this Myriad Years Pill — it is mine now, right?"
Jiang Chen smiled faintly, looking at the auctioneer who had been filling the role on short notice.
The auctioneer chuckled: "Is there anyone else bidding higher than the Sacred Elephant Clan Chief?"
He asked three times in succession, but no one bid again.
At this price, there was clearly no one left willing to be a sucker. Moreover, anyone who stepped in to compete now would be openly opposing the Sacred Elephant Clan Chief, and the price for that would be devastating.
*Crack!*
The auction gavel fell, bringing the impromptu auction to a close.
Xiang Wentian was overjoyed. A storage ring had been prepared long in advance, and he tossed it onto the auction table without hesitation.
"Ten million high-grade spirit stones, plus a Lightning Antler Python hide — everything is in there. Count it yourself. The Myriad Years Pill — hand it over, hand it over!"
Xiang Wentian was impatient beyond measure. Nothing was more urgent to him than pursuing longevity.
Jiang Chen produced a Myriad Years Pill and handed it to Xiang Wentian.
He was about to say a few words, but Xiang Wentian already had the pill in hand, beaming with delight: "Good, good. This pill looks extraordinary at first glance. I have seen some Earth-grade pills consumed by Emperor-realm powerhouses before, and they are barely higher in grade than this. How could this Myriad Years Pill possibly be a fake? Only an idiot would think it was counterfeit — hahahaha!"
Xiang Wentian was visibly pleased with himself. Clearly, he had seen the Myriad Years Pill once before but had never revealed its true grade at the time.
Now that the pill was in his hands, he happily made this point public. Naturally, ten million high-grade spirit stones was a great sum — it had cost him a massive portion of his wealth. But obtaining a quasi-Earth-grade pill that could extend his lifespan? He did not feel he had lost out at all!
After all, in this day and age, nothing could excite him more than extending his lifespan.
Moreover, with an additional five hundred years of life, Xiang Wentian felt that with his peak Saint-realm cultivation, he had a real chance of breaking through to the Emperor realm.
If he succeeded in breaking through to the Emperor realm, he would truly be set.
In a few hundred years, if the Myriad Domains finally produced an Emperor-realm powerhouse, it would absolutely be an epoch-making milestone.