"Ten million!"
A distinctive voice rang out across the venue—rich and magnetic, the kind you recognized at once. It belonged to Young Master Ji San of the Panlong Grand Clan.
This bid was even more insane.
Jumping straight from seven million to ten million—such extravagance instantly silenced the many young heirs who had been itching to compete.
You had to be joking—ten million! Ordinary ninth-rank clan heirs simply couldn't afford to play at this level!
And judging by Young Master Ji San's demeanor, he was clearly determined to win. His aura screamed that anyone who dared compete with him would be dealt with.
The young master of Lianshan Zhai flushed with excitement upon hearing the bid. "Young Master Ji San's generosity is truly boundless—leaping straight to ten million! Such lavish spending, truly worthy of the number one tycoon in all of Glazed Royal City! But tell me, is he the only tycoon in our Glazed Royal City?"
These words were brazen, even highly provocative. But as the premier auction house, Lianshan Zhai had nothing to worry about in terms of offending anyone.
Sure enough, egged on by the young master of Lianshan Zhai, a young heir from another grand clan immediately called out, "Eleven million!"
"Good! Eleven million! The Tieyi Grand Clan bids eleven million! Now that's the style of our Glazed Royal City tycoons! Any higher bids?"
Young Master Ji San didn't even glance at his competitor. He simply raised his hand. "Fifteen million!"
They were all top-tier young masters of Glazed Royal City—who was afraid of whom? Young Master Ji San's spoiled heir temper had clearly flared up. A person of his stature naturally wouldn't blame the young master of Lianshan Zhai for fanning the flames. Stirring up competition was the auction house's bread and butter—no amount of provocation was out of line.
At occasions like these, what mattered was boldness, wealth, and who had the most nerve.
They were all young masters of the top powers—prodigal sons facing off against prodigal sons. Everyone was all in, so who was afraid of whom?
"Ha ha ha! Fifteen million! Truly worthy of being the number one clan in all of Glazed Royal City for over a hundred years running! Such grandeur—absolutely unstoppable!"
Seeing Young Master Ji San give him such face, the young master of Lianshan Zhai heaped on the praise, openly declaring the Panlong Grand Clan the number one clan.
Moreover, his statement wasn't wrong. In name, the Panlong Grand Clan was indeed still the number one clan of Glazed Royal City.
No matter how the public ranked them, or how people privately compared them—in name, the Panlong Grand Clan remained the number one clan of Glazed Royal City. That was something no other grand clan could publicly deny.
However, these words clearly displeased the young master of the Wang Court.
Seeing Wang Teng's expression darken, Sikou Nan, acting as his subordinate, immediately raised his arm. "My Sikou family bids eighteen million!"
When this bid hit the air, the entire venue erupted in commotion.
The Sikou clan? The Sikou clan was merely a ninth-rank family—how dare they openly challenge the grand clans? This was a battle between the heirs of the grand clans. What business did a mere Sikou clan have getting involved?
But everyone quickly figured it out.
The Sikou clan was doing their master's bidding—the Wang Court Grand Clan. They were deliberately trying to disgust the Panlong Grand Clan! In everyone's eyes, it was obvious that the young master of the Wang Court wanted to compete, but Wang Teng refused to show his face personally, sending his subordinate instead, all to spite Young Master Ji San.
So you, Young Master Ji San, think you're dashing and refined? I'll disgust you by making you compete with my Wang family's subordinate—provoke you, make you lose your composure.
One had to admit, Wang Teng was truly insidious.
Even Jiang Chen, watching from behind, saw through it. Wang Teng having the Sikou clan bid for these three Myriad Longevity Pills was absolutely a deliberate attempt to disgust Young Master Ji San.
Moreover, Wang Teng had clearly found Ji San's weak point. Knowing that Ji San was dead set on obtaining the Myriad Longevity Pills, he drove the bidding to疯狂 heights—forcing Ji San to keep raising his price and play the fool.
Jiang Chen frowned. Though he had no particular feelings toward Young Master Ji San, Wang Teng's actions made him even more disgusted.
"Brother Zhen, are you saying the Myriad Longevity Pills truly have no use for Emperor Realm experts?" Wei Jie had also seen through the situation. Seeing Ji San like this, he knew Ji San wanted to use the Myriad Longevity Pills to delay the approaching power dissolution of the Panlong Clan Master.
"The benefit is minimal, and the side effects may be even worse." Jiang Chen was firm.
"Should I tell Young Master Ji San?" Wei Jie hesitated. Because of the previous Pill King incident, the Wei family and the Panlong Grand Clan had a clear rift. Ji San and Wei Jie weren't exactly close. If Wei Jie spoke up at this moment, Ji San might not believe him.
If Ji San's thoughts took a wrong turn, he might think Wei Jie was deliberately trying to prevent him from getting the Myriad Longevity Pills, further confirming the outside rumor that the Wei family was an undercover agent for the Wang Court Grand Clan.
So Wei Jie was conflicted.
He didn't want Ji San to be used by others, driving up the price endlessly. But he also didn't want to be misunderstood by Ji San.
Seeing the unwavering loyalty written all over Wei Jie's face, Jiang Chen knew the Wei family's sense of duty was flooding over him again. He glanced at Ji San's determined expression.
Jiang Chen smiled bitterly to himself and transmitted his voice. "Wei Jie, do you think Young Master Ji San will listen to you? If you tell him now that the Myriad Longevity Pills are useless for Emperor Realm experts, he definitely won't listen, and he'll suspect your motives. Do you really think you can convince him? Besides, from what I see, Ji San doesn't seem to be short on money. Letting him lose a bit of wealth, bleed a little—it's nothing."
Wei Jie sighed. "It's not about the money. Young Master Ji San really isn't short on cash—even at ten times the price, he could grit his teeth and pay. But the current situation is obvious: these people are deliberately cornering him, forcing him to keep raising his bid. To put it bluntly, they're making a monkey out of him!"