Lin Xuankong pondered for a moment as the auction began, presided over by a rather beautiful Female Martial Cultivator.
Not knowing how much the Forehead Scales would fetch, Lin Xuankong naturally didn't dare to spend money carelessly, so he quietly watched the others spend extravagantly.
"Four thousand two hundred taels!"
"Four thousand five hundred taels!"
"Five thousand five hundred taels!"
Even though the Dragon-Defying Boots were not a full set of Battle Armor, they still fetched a price of over six thousand taels of gold in the end.
The Demon Slaying Conference was imminent. Those wealthy martial artists from various sects were spending lavishly on Exorcism Equipment, which made Lin Xuankong almost hallucinate. Were those six thousand taels they were bidding for actually six thousand pancakes?
You rich bastards, wait until I return from Demon-Suppressing Valley after slaying some demons! I'll make you bleed properly!
「More than half an hour later」
