Chapter 2508: Spirit Son

Watching the Spirit Yang Tribe maiden on stage, Ye Zhangqing quickly made up his mind—he must obtain this Spirit Yang Pill.

This thing is very useful for Third Senior Brother and the others; since we've encountered it today, there's no reason to give up.

As for wealth, Ye Zhangqing has never cared much about it.

Since making money isn't hard for Ye Zhangqing, he naturally doesn't pay too much attention to it.

Five hundred thousand Immortal Spirit Pills—Ye Zhangqing couldn't care less.

In another private room, someone likewise stared fixedly at the Spirit Yang Tribe maiden on stage.

However, this youth, though resembling a human by ninety percent, still had some differences; it was clear he was not a human cultivator.

At this moment, the youth sat in the private room's chair, his gaze icy as he looked at the maiden on stage, and said coldly.

"This lowly wretch, I will make her wish she were dead."

Hearing this, a middle-aged beautiful woman behind him spoke respectfully.

"Spirit Son, calm down—within this Bliss Heaven, …………"

"I know—it's just a matter of spending some Immortal Spirit Pills. I'll buy this wretch first, then later I'll slowly deal with her."

"Yes."

This youth and the beautiful woman are both from the Heavenly Spirit Tribe, while the maiden on stage is actually a foreign slave he bought.

Moreover, he paid a great sum for her, naturally aiming to obtain the Spirit Yang Tribe's Spirit Yang Pill.

Back then, to obtain this maiden, the youth went to great lengths.

He not only hired many strongmen to act, but also killed her parents, only then obtaining her.

Just as the time to reap rewards approached, this time, as a Spirit Son of the Heavenly Spirit Tribe, he barely managed to secure the opportunity to represent the tribe in visiting the Human Race Heavenly Palace.

In his excitement, he brought the maiden along with him.

Who would have thought that, having just arrived at the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens yesterday, this wretch would seize his moment of carelessness and run away directly.

Although she could have been easily caught back, the maiden clearly understood this and simply decided to throw caution to the wind.

She ran straight into Bliss Heaven, and, using the Spirit Yang Pill as payment, actually obtained Bliss Heaven's protection.

That is how the present scene came to be.

The forces behind Bliss Heaven are such that even the youth dare not openly defy them.

Even though he is a Spirit Son of the Heavenly Spirit Tribe, here he must still follow the rules, after all the Heavenly Spirit Tribe has more than one Spirit Son, and competition among them is extremely fierce.

Precisely because he is restricted everywhere, the youth feels intensely frustrated—this wretch would rather give the Spirit Yang Pill to anyone else than to him, fine, very fine.

At this point, regarding the five hundred thousand Immortal Spirit Pills, the youth wasted no hesitation and called out.

Along the way, although there were competitors, the youth hardly hesitated at all.

In any case, he just kept raising the bid.

He waited until the price reached one million Immortal Spirit Pills, at which point the other competitors around him gradually fell silent.

Although the Spirit Yang Pill is good, one million Immortal Spirit Pills is already not something just anyone can produce.

With empty pockets, they could only reluctantly give up.

As for making false bids in Bliss Heaven, then ending up unable to pay—this has happened before, but it's absolutely rare; when it occurs, that person simply vanishes, and no one knows where they went.

Therefore, in Bliss Heaven, everyone remains very cautious when bidding—if you don't have that much money, don't just call out random prices.

Seeing that no one else was competing with him, the youth's eyes filled with chill as he stared fixedly at the maiden on stage.

At the same time, the maiden trembled uncontrollably; although she couldn't see anyone, that voice would stay with her to her grave.

This is her father's killer, and she herself has suffered greatly at his hands.

If it weren't for the special nature of her Spirit Yang Tribe, she probably wouldn't have survived to now.

Knowing what he wants, the maiden could give it to anyone—except she refuses to give it to him.

How could she give her Spirit Yang Pill to the enemy who killed her parents? Absolutely not.

But even having come to Bliss Heaven, could she possibly escape his clutches?

The maiden felt despair; she had already exerted all her strength, yet in the end it still seemed she couldn't change anything.

Those who had originally been bidding against the youth now each chose to give up, no longer speaking.

Seeing that the result was about to be settled, the maiden couldn't help but feel despair well up.

But just as the youth felt triumphant and the maiden was filled with despair, Ye Zhangqing slowly opened his mouth and said.

"One million one hundred thousand."

That simple sentence made the maiden lift her head in disbelief, hope rising again in her eyes.

Meanwhile, the youth in the other private room had an ugly expression.

Seeing that the duck was already pressed onto the chopping block, yet still someone came to snatch it at the last moment.

"Damn it."

He cursed under his breath, but by this point the youth was obviously not going to give up—no matter what, he had to seize that wretch.

Having raised her for so long, now seeing her ripe, how could he let others pluck the peach? Absolutely impossible.

Immediately, the youth shouted.

"One million five hundred thousand."

With a look of determined resolve, it seemed as if he were telling Ye Zhangqing, "This person is mine."

Yet Ye Zhangqing also didn't show weakness—if you want to fight to the death, given his nature, perhaps he wouldn't be any worse than you; isn't it fine to stay alive?

But if you're comparing wealth, I truly haven't feared anyone—do you really not know the moneymaking power of the canteen?

"Two million."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Zhangqing, like the youth, instantly raised the price by five hundred thousand.

This made the youth grit his teeth even more.

Both sides were unyielding, until Ye Zhangqing shouted a sky‑high price of five million, whereupon the youth's side fell silent.

Because he had no money left, he didn't have that many Immortal Spirit Pills on him.

You should know that for this trip he brought out all his wealth, and he also brought many treasures from his tribe as gifts for the Heavenly Palace.

Only then did he manage to scrape together over four million Immortal Spirit Pills.

But just now, Ye Zhangqing's five million had already exceeded his limit, and the youth's face gradually turned fierce.

Five million, five million—who on earth is the other side, where did he get so many Immortal Spirit Pills?

Having come to this point in the bidding, the youth risked punishment from his tribe by exchanging all the treasures they had prepared for Immortal Spirit Pills, which is how he got that many.

Yet the person opposite seemed completely unfazed from start to finish—five million Immortal Spirit Pills, where did he get so many?

Now that it's come to this, the youth is absolutely unwilling to just give up, but finding himself unable to bid any higher, he suddenly had an idea, looked toward the Extreme Bliss Heaven expert on the lower platform, and spoke in a feigned sincere tone.

"Five million Immortal Spirit Pills—what a grand gesture. I admit I don't have that much money, but I also don't believe the other side actually has five million Immortal Spirit Pills."

"I request that Extreme Bliss Heaven verify this, so no one gets a chance to falsely call out a price."

The youth didn't believe Ye Zhangqing could have that much money—how could it be possible? Even the disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Tribe don't possess five million Immortal Spirit Pills. Where did this opponent come from, and how could he have so much money?

Impossible, absolutely impossible—investigate him.