Chapter 195: Lin Yang Stops Bidding

Facing Chu Yue's shout that reeked of gunpowder.

Everyone instantly became interested, eyes gleaming, hearts full of anticipation for the upcoming show.

It was obvious that Chu Yue was going to go head-to-head with the person in Heavenly Character Room Three to the end.

Everyone was secretly mulling things over in their hearts.

Would the person in Room Three dare to strike back?

For a moment, the auction hall was filled with murmurs, everyone's eyes brimming with excitement and curiosity, all guessing how this bidding war would end.

While everyone was arguing, Lin Yang remained as calm and unbothered as ever.

As if all the turmoil before him had nothing to do with him.

He spoke unhurriedly, his voice clear and steady: '1,030,000 spirit stones.'

Still the same familiar rhythm, the same familiar method.

Lin Yang raised the bid by fifty thousand spirit stones each time.

If it weren't for the auction rule that the minimum raise is fifty thousand.

He probably really just wanted to shout out one more spirit stone to annoy Chu Yue.

Upon hearing that bid, everyone's gaze froze for a moment.

Good grief, this kid totally doesn't take Chu Yue seriously.

Just like that, steadily and calmly raising the bid.

As if telling Chu Yue, he didn't take this contest seriously at all.

Chu Yue was now thoroughly enraged by Lin Yang, her face flushed red, her chest heaving violently, her anger surging like a raging tide in her heart.

She could no longer contain her emotions, shouting at the top of her lungs: '1,100,000 spirit stones.'

Her shout practically spat fire; anyone could hear her current irritation.

However.

Lin Yang was like an old man, still as calm as ever, even with a faint smile on his face.

He seemed to have anticipated Chu Yue's reaction all along.

Right after Chu Yue finished her bid, he responded in the same unhurried tone: '1,105,000 spirit stones.'

"You…"

Chu Yue trembled with anger, pointing at Lin Yang, feeling utterly helpless, unable to speak for a long while.

Her eyes seemed to spit fire as she glared at Lin Yang, her hatred seeming capable of scorching a person.

But Lin Yang acted as if he hadn't seen her, not giving her even an extra glance.

Chu Yue felt like she had punched a cushion, her anger having nowhere to go.

She gritted her teeth, turned her head, and shouted again: '1,200,000 spirit stones.'

She thought, since the opponent wanted to wear down her patience and funds with small fifty-thousand-spirit-stone increments, she would raise the stakes to see if Lin Yang could stay so composed.

Just as Lin Yang was preparing to continue his rhythm of adding fifty thousand spirit stones.

Suddenly, a voice came from the neighboring Room Thirteen: 'Good friend, as your friend, I have three million spirit stones here for you to bid with.'

"You can raise the bid directly to 1,500,000 spirit stones!"

The speaker was none other than Jiang Suan; earlier, Lin Yang had given him a poem 'Ode to the Goose' at the Hero Tavern's Literary Competition, letting him shine in front of everyone.

From then on, Jiang Suan regarded Lin Yang as his sworn brother.

Now seeing that Lin Yang seemed short on spirit stones in the auction, he naturally stepped forward to help.

Moreover, the one being suppressed this time was a person from the Great Dao Sect, which made Jiang Suan all the more pleased.

Upon hearing someone directly produce three million spirit stones to aid Lin Yang, the crowd instantly erupted.

Everyone turned their gazes toward Room Thirteen.

Inside sat a chubby youngster, everyone looking at each other with puzzled faces.

"Who is this person?"

"How can he be so generous, directly giving the opponent three million spirit stones?"

"Three million—this is no small amount!"

Everyone chattered, speculating about Jiang Suan's identity.

Only Chu Yue recognized Jiang Suan at a glance.

Her face darkened, and she coldly questioned: "Jiang Suan, are you really going to help him right in front of me?"

Once Jiang Suan's identity was revealed, the crowd was shocked again.

"Jiang Suan?"

"Isn't he the Young Master of the Yu Shen Sect?"

"I never expected this auction to hide such a big shot!"

"No, wait…"

"The Yu Shen Sect Young Master is personally helping that person in Heavenly Character Room Three—this isn't simple."

"That person might not just be good-looking; he surely has some extraordinary backing."

Nobody's stupid—Jiang Yuehuo and Huaxiang Xi are vying for Lin Yang's affection out of jealousy.

Now Jiang Suan is again sending him three million spirit stones.

This series of events made everyone realize that Lin Yang is absolutely not as ordinary as he appears.

Just who is he?

What astonishing background does he have behind him?

Everyone's curiosity was fully aroused, with speculation rising and falling.

Facing Chu Yue's question, Jiang Suan indifferently curled his lips and said, "I'm helping my friend—what, are you unhappy?"

Chu Yue gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Exactly, I am unhappy!"

Jiang Suan seemed to have heard something funny.

He let out a snicker.

Without further arguing with Chu Yue, he turned his head to look at Lin Yang and shouted loudly, "Friend, bid boldly—you have my backing!"

After saying that, he nonchalantly went back to playing with his crickets, as if everything that had just happened were trivial.

This scene made Chu Yue furious.

Although the Yu Shen Sect ranks below the Great Dao Sect among the five major sects of Central State, it still possesses deep foundations and a powerful ancestral elder.

No matter how angry she felt, there was nothing she could do about Jiang Suan.

She could only vent her anger on Lin Yang, her eyes turning cold as she glared at him and said, "Even if you have Jiang Suan's help, what of it?"

"No matter what price you call out, I will bid one million spirit stones higher."

"Now it's your turn!"

Chu Yue's words were shouted with great overbearing force, as if she were destined to win.

Hearing Chu Yue say that, Jiang Suan became anxious again and hurriedly shouted to Lin Yang, "Friend, don't indulge her—keep bidding!"

Jiang Yuehuo and Huā Xiāngxī beside him were also full of anger, speaking in unison: "This Chu Yue is utterly arrogant; we really need to dampen her spirit!"

Saying that, the two prepared to bid for Lin Yang.

But just then, Lin Yang suddenly waved his hand magnanimously, a gentle smile on his face, and said, "All right, you win—I'm not bidding anymore."

As soon as those words left his mouth, the entire hall fell silent instantly, everyone frozen as if their pressure points had been sealed.

Even Jiang Suan, who had been intently playing with his crickets, was startled, his hand trembling, almost killing the cricket.

"What? No more bidding?"

"Friend, what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Suan stared at Lin Yang, face full of disbelief, and shouted.

Jiang Yuehuo and Huā Xiāngxī also rushed forward anxiously, saying, "Young Master Lin, Young Master Lin, you don't need to withdraw from the bidding—I have spirit stones here; we can keep competing against her!"

Huā Xiāngxī also nodded vigorously beside him, indicating her support for Lin Yang to continue bidding.

Lin Yang merely gave a light smile, that smile revealing an inscrutable confidence.

He slowly said, "There are many ways to obtain the Lion King Bone; it's not necessary to do so through bidding."