Chapter 851

When the white-haired elder finished speaking, the auction hall erupted in chaos, with many elderly figures excitedly bidding.

One foot stepped into the realm of ancient sages—that means a king who has severed the Dao? His cultivation base surpasses that of a Great Power, and even half of his forged magic treasure remains a priceless treasure.

Many elderly figures grew excited and began bidding.

"Seventy thousand catties of source."

"Eighty thousand catties of source."

"I offer one hundred thousand catties of source."

Even the major holy sects joined the bidding.

This bell is already broken and cannot be repaired, but it still retains traces of cosmic laws, making it worthy of study by great figures.

Fang Yu pondered briefly, then bid one hundred eighty thousand catties of source outright—the bronze bell's material was excellent; though inferior to imperial weapon materials like dragon-patterned black gold, it was more than sufficient to forge a Saint Weapon, and even in the Eternal Life Realm, it could be used to forge upper-grade Dao Treasures or mid-grade Dao Treasures.

Thus, Fang Yu's bid of one hundred eighty thousand catties of source startled many elders.

No one bid higher, for this bell was merely a remnant—if it were intact, they would have continued bidding.

As a result, Fang Yu acquired the broken bell for one hundred eighty thousand catties of source.

"To be honest, this broken bell could be repaired, but even if repaired, its significance would be minimal—it's better off as raw material."

After obtaining the bell, Fang Yu unleashed five-colored divine light and chaotic radiance, directly refining the bell with two great Dao arts; instantly, the shattered side of the bell began to restore, eventually becoming a complete great bell.

If Fang Yu carved additional arrays and runes onto it and refined it over time, it could reach the level of a Dao Treasure in the Eternal Life Realm, but for Fang Yu, ordinary Dao Treasures held no use—he preferred to use it as material to elevate Bafu Fotu to mid-grade Dao Treasure status.

"Big Brother, you're too powerful—anything broken can be fixed by you! The divine herb was like this, and now this broken bell too—if you sold it now, the price would at least triple, fetching seven or eight hundred thousand catties of source."

Tu Fei was utterly stunned, his face filled with worshipful awe.

"Fang Brother is truly an artisan—your Dao arts and spiritual techniques are profoundly mysterious; any discarded item becomes vibrant and powerful in your hands."

Ye Fan also held deep admiration.

This bell was bought by Fang Brother for one hundred eighty thousand catties of source; now repaired, even if not sold for seven hundred thousand catties, fifty thousand catties is certain.

That's an incredible profit.

Artisans are truly in high demand.

Fang Yu smiled—his Great Five Elements Art and Great Chaos Art held so many mysteries in this world; he hadn't expected all this mending and patching, but it truly worked.

Next, he spent some more source to purchase several broken ancient treasures.

In this auction, he discovered that not a single intact treasure existed.

Everything he acquired was either a broken fragment of a Saint Weapon, a ruined rare treasure, or merely a tiny fragment of a celestial rarity—no complete Saint Weapon at all.

Of course, this was perfectly normal—unless the Heavenly Demon Palace or the major holy sects had gone mad, no one would auction off a complete Saint Weapon for others to obtain.

That was simply impossible.

"Next is a piece of divine source. Everyone has surely heard of divine source—I won't elaborate on its effects here. Starting bid: eight hundred thousand catties of source."

The entire auction hall erupted in uproar, unable to calm down; many stood up, their eyes brimming with longing.

The old man was also immensely excited, trembling all over, especially when he announced the starting bid of eight hundred thousand catties of source—his lips were dry and his throat parched.

He had witnessed countless auctions in his life, yet he could never hope to possess eight hundred thousand catties of source.

"Divine source—it's truly divine source! Such a sacred treasure is being auctioned off!"

Everyone drew a sharp breath—divine source was unquestionably a celestial rarity, born from the most primordial energy of heaven and earth, vastly more precious than ordinary source; yet here, divine source was being auctioned.

This was the act of a wastrel—but everyone loved such wastrel behavior.

If wastrels didn't auction, how could they obtain divine source?

After a brief silence, many shouted high bids.

"Nine hundred thousand catties of source!"

"One million catties of source!"

"One point two million catties of source!"

…

The major holy sects of the Eastern Wilderness joined the bidding, pushing the price to one point two million catties of source.

This was an unimaginably terrifying sum—only the major holy sects could afford such a price.

In truth, for most people, even twenty thousand catties of source was wealth they might attain only after lifetimes of struggle.

Many who heard the one point two million figure felt as if they were dreaming.

"Two million catties of source."

At that moment, several mysterious figures from the Central Continent, wearing Dragon Crowns, placed their bid.

They jumped directly from one point two million to two million catties of source.

"Sss."

Everyone drew a sharp breath.

The Central Continent's great figures, with the might to swallow mountains and rivers, shouted two million catties of source outright.

"Are they mad? Even if divine source is precious, it's only the size of a human head—eight hundred thousand catties is already enough; why bid two million?"

"Wealth so vast it commands respect—that's what it means! I've truly learned something today."

"The Central Continent's great figures are terrifying—adding eight hundred thousand catties in one go! The Eastern Wilderness's great figures are speechless; they simply cannot match the Central Continent's might."

Everyone was stunned; even the Eastern Wilderness's great figures paled—faced with such extravagant spending, even the holy sects had no answer.

In the VIP booths, the four mysterious Central Continent figures remained calm, as if two million catties of source were merely piles of stones.

These four great figures each exuded an extraordinary aura, wearing Dragon Crowns, like divine beings—not disciples of the Great Xia Empire, but experts from another imperial house of the Central Continent: the Gu Hua Empire.

Upon hearing the two million catties bid, the Supreme Elders of every major holy sect in the Eastern Wilderness fell silent; even the Third Great Bandit among the Thirteen Great Bandits could not utter a word.

"Dong!"

In the end, the Gu Hua Empire's great figure purchased the divine source for two million catties of source.

"Terrifying, truly terrifying, simply unbelievable."

"The various holy lands of our Eastern Wastes always liked to use their resources to pressure others, but who would have thought today they'd be directly crushed by a big shot from the Central Province."

"Even holy lands have times when they're pressured by force; the great powers of the Central Province are truly unimaginable."

Tu Fei was somewhat dumbfounded.

"I just love how they throw money around like that."

Fang Yu smiled.

The more such easy marks at this kind of auction, the better, although sometimes he himself had to play the easy mark too.

When you're out in the jianghu, how can you avoid being an easy mark?

It's just a matter of using wealth to pressure others.