Third Young Master Ji was truly riding a tiger he couldn't dismount at this moment. How could he not know that this was a show orchestrated single-handedly by Wang Teng—all to make him lose composure, to drive him into grabbing this Myriad Longevity Pill at ten times its worth, delivering a resounding slap to his own face.
But Third Young Master Ji had no choice.
He also knew the Myriad Longevity Pill might not be of any use to the Clan Head, but even a one-in-ten-thousand chance was still a chance.
Third Young Master Ji was unwilling to abandon that hope.
After all, over the years, the Panlong Grand Clan had attempted countless avenues, and all they had ever received in return was disappointment, disappointment, and endless disappointment…
And the Panlong Grand Clan—once the most illustrious of all great clans—was now teetering on the brink.
Within the Panlong Grand Clan, the various factions were already restless, members constantly scheming and fighting for power, eager to seize the position of Clan Head once the current one passed away.
The subordinate families under the Panlong Grand Clan were likewise unsettled. No one felt secure anymore; no one knew where the future would lead.
It could be said that while the Panlong Grand Clan had not yet descended into chaos, it was not far from it.
Once the Clan Head began dissipating his cultivation, the Panlong Grand Clan would inevitably plunge into a frenzy of power struggles, and no one would be able to stem this tide.
As an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Panlong Grand Clan, Third Young Master Ji was, after all, young and lacking in seniority. He had no qualification to succeed the position of Clan Head.
This meant his fate would inevitably undergo tremendous upheaval. The once-celebrated prodigy of the Panlong Grand Clan might become a sacrifice in the internal power struggle in the blink of an eye.
This was the outcome Third Young Master Ji was least willing to face. In terms of duty, he did not want to see the Panlong Grand Clan fall into chaos and disintegrate. Personally, he did not want to become a casualty of his own family's infighting.
Therefore, even if the Myriad Longevity Pill offered only the slimmest thread of hope, he would not give it up. No matter what the price, he would pay it without hesitation.
Compete with money? Then let's compete!
Being mocked as a fool who overpays? Then he would be that fool just this once!
Being outmaneuvered by the young master of the Wangting Grand Clan? Then let him have his moment of triumph!
Third Young Master Ji gritted his teeth and shouted another high bid: "Eighty million!"
Sikou Nan chuckled: "Ninety million!"
At this point, the bidding had devolved into pure spite. Sikou Nan's way of raising the price without even blinking left everyone silently sighing.
The happiest person in the room was none other than the young master of Lianshan Zhai. This price surge was clearly beyond even his expectations. But this was exactly the kind of situation he loved to see.
The higher the price, the larger Lianshan Zhai's commission!
Wang Teng suddenly laughed: "Third Young Master Ji, everyone knows you're wealthy. Surely you wouldn't dare bid one hundred million?"
Third Young Master Ji had actually calmed down by now. Having made up his mind to fight for it, he was no longer as restless and impetuous as before.
"One hundred million." Just two words, yet they revealed Third Young Master Ji's unwavering determination.
Sikou Nan giggled: "One hundred and twenty million."
The crowd erupted. Sikou Nan was going out of his way to offend the Panlong Grand Clan to the extreme. Even if he was a close ally of the Wangting Grand Clan, there was no need for this, was there? Did he truly think he could push the Panlong Grand Clan around at will?
Wei Jie's face was grim, his mouth muttering curses under his breath—who knew what sort of invectives he was spitting out. Clearly, seeing the situation unfold like this, his hatred for the Wangting Grand Clan and the Sikou family had reached bone-deep levels.
If it weren't for his lowly status and lack of voice, he would have intervened. But he also knew that with his position and circumstances, stepping in at a time like this would only make things worse, and would only leave Third Young Master Ji feeling uncomfortable.
Jiang Chen glanced at Wei Jie, then looked at Third Young Master Ji, and then at Wang Teng's smug expression. Jiang Chen's own feelings were far from pleasant.
He couldn't let Wang Teng keep strutting around like this. Jiang Chen couldn't stand watching it anymore!
Right now, if there was anyone who could break this deadlock, it was none other than Jiang Chen himself.
Jiang Chen had not originally wanted to get involved in this matter, but seeing Wang Teng's expression—the look of a man who had Third Young Master Ji completely cornered—made Jiang Chen extremely annoyed.
"My Myriad Longevity Pill, being used by you, Wang Teng, to show off? If this can be tolerated, what cannot?" Jiang Chen steeled himself and decided to act.
"Wei Jie, whether you can mend your relationship with the Panlong Grand Clan this time depends on how you handle this!" Jiang Chen sent a voice transmission to Wei Jie.
Before Wei Jie could react, Jiang Chen had already sent a voice transmission to Third Young Master Ji.
"Third Young Master Ji, today's scheme was deliberately engineered by Wang Teng to toy with you. I have a superior-grade Myriad Longevity Pill, and I'll sell it to you for just ten million Sacred Ling Shi."
This was no idle claim from Jiang Chen. He had later refined another batch of Myriad Longevity Pills, giving three to Palace Master Danchi while keeping a portion for himself.
One of those was a superior-grade Myriad Longevity Pill, far superior to the medium-grade ones currently on offer.
Jiang Chen also knew that if he told Third Young Master Ji right now that the Myriad Longevity Pill was useless for martial artists of the Imperial Realm, he would never believe it.
But if Jiang Chen said he had a Myriad Longevity Pill, Third Young Master Ji would not necessarily disbelieve him.