Seeing the hostess kneeling on the ground beside the auction stage, completely disregarding her appearance, Huo Yuhao was both amused and helpless.
He hadn't expected the Grand Worship Token to carry such weight—so heavy that even this royal family member couldn't bear it.
But since the Grand Worship Token represented such a lofty status, Huo Yuhao wasn't going to lower himself just to show her any courtesy.
"Hmph. Let this be the only time. Since that's settled, I trust no one present has any objections to me claiming this item."
With that cold remark, he waved his hand, and the Grand Worship Token the hostess was holding aloft flew back into his hand through the air. He placed it back into his storage wristband.
Meng Hongchen covered her mouth and giggled softly at Huo Yuhao's smug expression.
'No one in the audience could have imagined that the one holding the Grand Worship Token is just a boy not even fourteen years old.'
Only then did the hostess, as if relieved of a great burden, say, "Of course. Thank you for your mercy."
She slowly stood up, returned to the front of the auction stage, and announced, "Our ninth auction item—the 2,000-year-old Ice Jade Scorpion Tail Bone—has been successfully purchased by this esteemed guest."
With that, the minor uproar came to a close.
No one knew why someone as powerful as the holder of the Grand Worship Token had appeared at the Frost Palace in Frostmoon City for this auction. But everyone now knew one thing clearly—for the remainder of the auction, no one would dare compete with him again.
As for the northern woman who had just tried to compete with Huo Yuhao for the soul bone using underhanded tactics, she was now questioning everything.
'Did I just offend someone that powerful? Will I even live to see tomorrow's sunrise?'
Of course, Huo Yuhao wasn't the kind of person to fuss over every little slight. Her actions weren't egregious enough for him to personally punish her.
So, having secured the Ice Jade Scorpion Tail Bone—which was of critical importance to the Ice Empress—Huo Yuhao simply closed his eyes and rested, waiting to see if any valuable items would show up next.
Unfortunately, item after item came and went, and none piqued his interest. Soul tools weren't worth a mention. As for the soul bones, they were all under ten thousand years and belonged to the six common body parts—nothing rare.
As he observed the auction of these soul bones, Huo Yuhao suddenly had the idea to watch the Auspicious Beast's reaction. To his surprise, the Auspicious Beast merely frowned slightly and then showed no further emotion.
Curious, Huo Yuhao asked, "These are the blood-stained remains of your kin, soul beasts turned into auction items. Don't you feel angry?"
The Auspicious Beast's response left him both surprised and at ease.
"I do feel a little uncomfortable seeing these soul bones," it said, "but the strong prey on the weak. That's one of the unshakable laws of this world. As the Auspicious Beast, I often feed on other soul beasts myself. There's nothing to be angry about."
One had to admit—the Auspicious Beast truly had a broad and enlightened mindset. It was worthy of being called the child of the plane, a being who could wield the power of fate.
Just as Huo Yuhao was beginning to doze off from boredom, an item finally appeared that caught his attention.
"Next, we present the thirtieth item of today's auction. After so many rounds, I imagine many of you are feeling a little tired. So, following this rare and precious item, we will take a short intermission."
As the hostess spoke, a servant pushed the cart carrying the thirtieth item onto the stage. The moment Huo Yuhao sensed the aura seeping from beneath the cloth, he suddenly opened his sleepy eyes and sat up straight.
"What is it, Yuhao?"
Meng Hongchen, who lacked Huo Yuhao's level of spiritual perception, asked with a puzzled look.
Realizing what the item was, Huo Yuhao looked at her and smiled mysteriously.
"Heh, senior sister, this is a good one. You'll see soon—it's something we really need."
Tilting her head in curiosity, Meng Hongchen turned her gaze to the still-covered auction item.
Soon, under the hostess's introduction, the cloth was lifted by the attendant, revealing a jade box radiating a strong icy aura.
"This is our thirtieth auction item—the Mystic Ice Jade Box. Inside it is a five-thousand-year-old Infernal Delicate Apricot, a renowned fire-element immortal herb."
Her words immediately sparked murmurs and discussions throughout the venue. Some people gasped in surprise, while others who didn't know much about immortal herbs voiced their confusion.
"The Infernal Delicate Apricot is a rare, top-grade immortal herb that only grows in lands rich in blazing fire essence," the hostess explained.
Since many of the attendees weren't familiar with immortal herbs, she kindly offered an in-depth explanation. By the end of it, the audience had a much clearer sense of the herb's rarity and value.
Because fire and plants are naturally opposed, it's extremely difficult for this herb to mature. A five-thousand-year-old Infernal Delicate Apricot is a rare treasure even across the entire continent. As for one over ten thousand years old? That might only be found in divine-level secret realms.
"The starting bid is fifty million gold soul coins. Let the bidding begin."
"One billion gold soul coins."
Almost before the hostess had finished her sentence, Huo Yuhao's voice rang out from his booth, calm and unhesitating.
The moment people heard the holder of the Grand Worship Token making a bid—and offering a number far beyond the starting price—the crowd gasped once more.
'This guy is insane! One billion? Was that really necessary?'
The hostess broke out in another cold sweat.
'One billion gold soul coins… he's absolutely determined to get this Infernal Delicate Apricot. Who would dare challenge him?'
"One billion gold soul coins, once. One billion gold soul coins, twice. One billion gold soul coins, three times. Sold."
Her voice sped up a little from nervousness, as if afraid some fool would actually try to compete—though realistically, no one would dare to raise the bid at that point.
And just like that, amid a stunned silence, Huo Yuhao had once again successfully claimed the five-thousand-year-old Infernal Delicate Apricot.
Although what Meng Hongchen needed was to consume both the ten-thousand-year Eight-Petaled Ice Crystal and Infernal Delicate Apricot together, the chance to find even a five-thousand-year-old one—something nearly impossible to locate—was already a rare fortune. Even if it was younger, Huo Yuhao wasn't about to let it go or give it away.
(End of Chapter)
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