Chapter 221: Help Me Kill Someone! Strip Him of His Gear!

"I have five hundred million—should be enough for you, right?" said the white-haired girl Jiang Chu, blinking her eyes.

"I've got nearly a billion too; just name your price."

Song Qiuyun chimed in crisply, "If it's still not enough, I'll have my family transfer more."

"More than enough. A Class-S weapon isn't worth bidding beyond ten billion."

Xu Jingming smiled.

Although the Cloudflow Golden Edge Spear's traits suited him well, its shaft was still forged from only Class-A alloy.

A top-tier Class-S weapon should have both shaft and tip made of Class-S alloy.

Rather than spending ten billion here, it's better to use that money to commission a master armorer.

Nearby, Senior Brother Jiang Luo listened to the three's conversation and couldn't help but flinch.

Who are these two beauties of my junior brother? Each one drops five or ten billion like it's nothing—and if it's not enough, they just ask their families for more!

What kind of family background is this?

It made his own two hundred million seem almost embarrassing.

"Seat 0104, seven hundred million!"

At that moment, Li Wanying, across the room, refused to yield and immediately raised the bid to seven hundred million!

"Seven hundred million! Li Wanying really has deep pockets!"

In the auction hall, many murmured in astonishment.

Know that

Li Wanying herself was only a second-rank adept, far less favored than her elder brother Li Shanglin.

Yet she could casually produce seven hundred million—this alone proved the Li family's immense depth.

Xu Jingming lifted his eyelids; with Song Qiuyun and Jiang Chu backing him financially, he wouldn't fall behind.

"Seat 0310, seven hundred and ten million!"

"Seat 0104, seven hundred and forty million!"

"Seat 0310, seven hundred and fifty million!"

"......"

Suddenly, the entire auction hall was reduced to just two voices.

Each time Li Wanying raised the bid, it was no less than thirty million—but Xu Jingming seemed bottomless, always topping her by exactly ten million!

"Damn, how rich is this guy?"

"Could he be some big shot's illegitimate son?"

"I get it now—he's not giving the Li family any face at all!"

"......"

In the auction hall, several adept clans possessed assets exceeding ten billion.

Yet even they could barely spare five billion in liquid funds; seeing Xu Jingming keep bidding, they couldn't hide their shock.

"Seat 0104, eight hundred and twenty million!"

"Seat 0310, eight hundred and thirty million!"

After another round of bidding, Li Wanying's face darkened.

Her entire savings amounted to only about eight hundred million—eight hundred and twenty million was already her limit!

Yet even then, she still couldn't outbid him.

"Sister Wan Ying, why not just bid over a billion outright and make that guy bleed hard?"

Someone beside her suggested with a wicked grin.

"Oh?"

Li Wanying's eyes lit up, momentarily tempted—but after a moment's thought, she shook her head:

"He's not stupid. If we bid too high, he won't follow.

Let him have this win for now; I have other ways to deal with him later."

Li Wanying's gaze flickered.

Those around her exchanged glances, surprised.

She was always the type who couldn't tolerate even a slight slight—but this time, she'd shown rare restraint.

"Eight hundred and thirty million once!"

The middle-aged man at the podium didn't care—he simply called the bid.

"No further bids. Looks like eight hundred and twenty million was Li Wanying's limit."

Senior Brother Jiang Luo smiled.

He felt no tension or worry about his junior brother clashing with the Li family.

He knew that with the Devil Academy's high regard for Xu Jingming, even ten Li families wouldn't affect him.

"Eight hundred and thirty million twice! Any further bids?"

"Eight hundred and thirty million thrice! Sold! Congratulations to the gentleman in seat 0310!

This Class-S Cloudflow Golden Edge Spear will surely exceed your expectations!"

Hearing the auctioneer's final announcement, Xu Jingming's face broke into a smile.

Eight hundred and thirty million—still within acceptable limits.

"I hope this spear doesn't disappoint me," Xu Jingming silently hoped.

Xu Jingming and Li Wanying's bidding was merely a brief interlude in the auction.

Though some were surprised Li Wanying had given up so easily, as the auction continued,

everyone gradually forgot the incident and turned their attention to the next items.

After the Cloudflow Golden Edge Spear, there were ten more auction items—all sold for over two hundred million each.

And Li Wanying, in these subsequent bids, never raised her hand again.

"Thank you all for participating. This auction has concluded successfully.

Those who won items, please follow the attendants for handover; everyone else, exit via the safety corridors."

Half an hour later, the auction ended, and most rose to leave.

Xu Jingming and his group were led by attendants into a private room.

Song Qiuyun, Jiang Chu, and Jiang Luo each had one attendant handling their transactions.

Only Xu Jingming was attended by three attendants.

One carried the Thunder Cores; the other two jointly lifted a wooden box over two meters long.

Both were first-rank adepts, yet even together, they struggled under the box's weight.

"Sir, these are the five fourth-rank lower-tier Thunder Cores and the Class-S Cloudflow Golden Edge Spear you won, totaling 874 million.

Please inspect the items before finalizing the transaction."

"Understood."

After confirming the fourth-rank Thunder Cores were genuine, Xu Jingming casually stored them in his space ring, then eagerly opened the wooden box.

Inside lay a spear, two point one meters long, entirely black with faint golden streaks.

"Class-S Cloudflow Golden Edge Spear..."

Xu Jingming's eyes gleamed as he lifted the spear from the box.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The eight-hundred-kilogram Cloudflow Golden Edge Spear, requiring two first-rank adepts to lift with full strength,

felt weightless in Xu Jingming's hands; he swung it casually, producing deep, muffled sonic booms.

"Good feel," Xu Jingming nodded, then infused his SS-rank ability, Heavenly Divine Thunder, into the spear.

Crackling—

Brilliant golden lightning flared around the spear, and Xu Jingming immediately felt its weight surge.

"Weight's at least two tons! So injecting ability does increase mass!"

Xu Jingming's face lit up.

The spear's true limit was surely beyond two tons—but now wasn't the time to test further.

After paying, he'd test the Class-S spear fully back at his villa.

"Everything's fine. Swipe your card."

Storing the Cloudflow Golden Edge Spear in his space ring, Xu Jingming smiled and pulled out his bank card.

"Miss Li, here are your purchased Class-A cultivation resources."

In another private room, Li Wanying casually stored the auction items into her space ring.

The young men and women who had accompanied her moments ago had vanished; in their place stood four muscular men.

They were her bodyguards, all fourth-rank or higher.

They'd been summoned immediately after the auction ended.

"Miss, why the urgency to call us? What needs handling?"

Once the Thunder Martial Arts Academy attendant had left, their leader asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Li, I need you to kill someone—and strip him of every piece of gear he's wearing."

Thinking back to the humiliation of losing the spear in the auction hall.

Li Wanying's sultry face flushed with anger, her voice cold as she spoke.