Chapter 83: I, the Great Ming War God, Zhu Qizhen

"One hundred thousand taels of gold!"

Ying Zheng's sudden bid left the entire food shop silent.

Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuan Ci, and others who had been watching, hearing such a bid, swallowed hard.

One hundred thousand taels of gold, one million taels of silver!

Just for a cup of rice wine!

Only Ying Zheng could pull off such a heartless display of wealth.

For a moment, Tang San, who had been over there watching the show, felt a bit envious.

If this were food, how much soul power could it boost!

Inside the food shop, Stark was clearly slightly stunned as well.

A mere hundred thousand taels of gold, Stark did not even take seriously.

But after glancing at Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, and the others, Stark simply gave up.

After all, the rule here among the Immortals is one portion per person.

Ying Zheng has already taken one cup; the remaining second cup belongs to him, Stark!

So, it was better to just leave it at that.

"Haha, Brother Ying is indeed generous; I forfeit this cup!"

Amidst his laughter, Stark directly gave up on continuing the bidding.

One hundred thousand taels of gold for a cup of wine; this was probably the most expensive wine Stark had ever drunk.

And with Stark's withdrawal, Ying Zheng undoubtedly secured the first cup.

"Good, now for the second cup, please bid!"

Seeing that one cup had already netted him a hundred thousand taels of gold for free, Su Mu immediately smiled.

Indeed, selling food is the only way to make a bit of money.

How could it compare to auctioning directly for quick cash?

Unfortunately, this new auction item, he only had one of.

"One hundred thousand taels of gold!"

With the bidding for the second cup, Stark did not hesitate and directly quoted a price of one hundred thousand taels of gold.

For a moment, everyone in the food shop was dumbfounded.

Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuan Ci, and others, even though they had long guessed it would be so.

Still cursed inwardly.

Tsk, here comes another one showing off wealth!

In their lives, they despised this kind of wealth-showing the most.

However, regarding Stark's bid, they were powerless.

One hundred thousand taels of gold; they could scrape it together, but it would cripple them!

Seeing that Stark also bid one hundred thousand taels of gold, Su Mu could not help but smile.

Awesome, this is true free-riding!

Thinking that just two auctions had already earned him two hundred thousand taels of gold.

Su Mu felt his shop could be upgraded very soon.

"Good, the second cup is done; now the final cup, please begin!"

His gaze swept over the remaining crowd, finally stopping on Zhu Qizhen.

As for the remaining crowd, who else could afford this price?

That undoubtedly was only Zhu Qizhen.

However, at this moment, Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, and others did not know.

"Amitabha, this old monk bids twenty thousand taels of gold!"

Abbot Xuan Ci, speaking first, was clearly determined to win.

This batch of rice wine, our Shaolin will take.

"Hehe, Master Xuan Ci, a monk like you eating meat is one thing, but you want to drink wine too?"

Yue Buqun sneered, thinking, with your Shaolin, you think you can win?

You must know, current Yue Buqun has raided Shaolin's family vaults, and his wealth has leaped straight to the top.

"Thirty thousand taels of gold!"

He directly and without hesitation added ten thousand taels of gold.

Zhang Sanfeng, standing nearby, watching this scene, could not help but shake his head.

The food here among the Immortals is delicious, indeed delicious.

It's just that the people eating this food are too crazy.

If the bidding continues to rise like this, I'm afraid the price of this third cup will also reach one hundred thousand taels of gold.

Not worth it!

Zhang Sanfeng bitterly smiled inwardly, then simply gave up.

And Abbot Xuan Ci and others on the other side, seeing the price of thirty thousand taels of gold, were also slightly hesitant.

This price, our Shaolin could naturally afford.

But once they raise the bid, Yue Buqun will definitely continue to raise it.

Abbot Xuan Ci hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth.

"Fifty thousand taels of gold!"

He shouted loudly; this was the absolute limit for their Shaolin this time.

For a single cup of wine, a bid of fifty thousand taels of gold; Abbot Xuan Ci felt that was quite enough.

On the other side, Yue Buqun also began to hesitate.

The effects of that black rice wine were still unknown.

If the bidding went on any longer, it would truly be heartbreaking.

Even for Yue Buqun, money does not blow in with the wind.

But after hesitating for a long while, Yue Buqun still gritted his teeth.

"Sixty thousand taels of gold!"

Suppressing the pain in his heart, Yue Buqun also spoke it out.

For a moment, Abbot Xuan Ci on the other side could not help but sigh and shake his head.

Bidding any further would be meaningless.

Shortly after, Abbot Xuan Ci gave up directly.

Seeing Abbot Xuan Ci give up, Yue Buqun immediately rejoiced.

It wasn't easy; finally, he had snatched the third cup.

In a moment, he must savor it properly.

However, just as Yue Buqun thought he had the victory securely in hand, a voice sounded from behind him.

"One hundred thousand taels of gold!"

The crisp sound of the bid left Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuan Ci, and others stunned.

Tang San, who had been watching the show and eating melon on the sidelines, immediately turned to look.

But when he saw that the bidder was Zhu Qizhen, Tang San was slightly stunned.

Holy crap, are the newbies this wealthy now?

Just arrived here at the Immortals' place and immediately bid one hundred thousand taels of gold!

Tsk tsk, Tang San could not help but feel envious.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yuyan and Ning Caichen, standing nearby, looked at Zhu Qizhen, who had come with them, bidding like a madman; the two were directly stunned.

"Hahaha, Yue Buqun, it seems someone dares to cut in on you!"

Stark, who had already won the second cup in front, seeing a newbie bid one hundred thousand taels of gold, could not help but laugh loudly.

A duck that was already cooked had actually flown away like that.

At this moment, Yue Buqun's face also turned ugly.

"One hundred and ten thousand taels of gold!"

Gritting his teeth, Yue Buqun hesitated repeatedly, but for the sake of his face, he directly quoted an astronomical price.

Once this price was out, Zhang Sanfeng and others were all stunned one after another.

Good heavens, Yue Buqun is really spending his capital!

However, facing the price of one hundred and ten thousand taels of gold, Zhu Qizhen did not care in the slightest.

"One hundred and fifty thousand taels of gold!"

He spoke the crisp words again; his casual, light-hearted attitude immediately made Yue Buqun's heart burn with anger.

This newbie is simply too arrogant!

He is actually showing such disrespect to Yue Buqun's face.

Unbearable! Absolutely unbearable!

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun could not help but rise slightly.

"I am Yue Buqun, the Alliance Leader of the Five Mountain Sword Sects; may I ask who you are?"

Although he wanted to compete on price, Yue Buqun's finances did not allow it.

But one may lose a person without losing the momentum; Yue Buqun wanted to ask clearly and record this newbie.

Additionally, if possible, he would throw out a couple of harsh words to salvage his dignity.

Seeing the dissatisfaction in Yue Buqun's eyes, Zhu Qizhen felt no fear whatsoever.

He, the Son of Heaven of Great Ming, would only be afraid if he were a ghost.

Come, come, come; if you have the ability, come and hit me!

Shouting inwardly, Zhu Qizhen responded with an aura that was not weak in the slightest.

"I am the Great Ming War God, Zhu Qizhen!"