Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1393 - Chapter 1393 Chapter 760 Dragon Rider_2

Chapter 1393: Chapter 760: Dragon Rider_2 Chapter 1393: Chapter 760: Dragon Rider_2 Indeed, as the bidding continued, the price soared continuously, quickly surpassing 50 million Spirit Stones and starting to enter a sluggish phase. The atmosphere in the room became tense and delicate, everyone staring intently at the bottle of Dragon Blood on the stage, afraid to miss any detail.

At this moment, one person seemed to be gritting his teeth, his eyes flickering with reluctance and resolution, finally stating the price of “50.5 million”. Although his voice trembled slightly, it was filled with determination, as if this was his ultimate bottom line.

Just as the bottle seemed about to belong to that person, Logan finally raised his bidding sign, his movement calm and elegant, as if everything was under his control. He spoke softly: “60 million!”

The moment he spoke, the huge increment of 10 million shocked everyone. The atmosphere in the room was instantly ignited, and people cast surprised and envious gazes in his direction, with a buzz of conversation rising and falling.

“Who on earth is that person? He’s really going big, increasing the bid by 10 million in one go, isn’t that a bit too domineering?” A young cultivator’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Logan, his heart full of shock and admiration.

“Well, I admit Dragon Blood is indeed very valuable, the past transaction price seemed to be around 50 million, and this time it has gone a bit over. In fact, the market price is not worth this much, maybe that person is just playing the fool,” another cultivator said with a frown, his eyes flickering with confusion and incomprehension.

The person who had previously offered 50.5 million seemed to freeze for a moment, his face turning a bit pale, as if staggered by Logan’s domineering bid. However, the next second, he weakly raised his sign again, his voice trembling as he said: “60.5 million!” His eyes were filled with reluctance and helplessness, as though he was making his final effort.

Logan showed no surprise or wonder at this number. He just smiled faintly as if everything was within his expectations. Moreover, almost the next second after the man had called out his bid, he raised his sign again, with a firm and powerful voice: “70 million!”

This time, everyone was shocked, including the host Eleanor. A flash of surprise and admiration shone in her eyes. She hadn’t expected anyone to bid like this; it was truly brazen. The atmosphere in the room instantly reached a climax as people discussed Logan’s identity and background, speculating on his strength and the confidence that allowed him to raise the bid so boldly.

As for the person who had spoken from the start, he had now completely fallen silent. He sat in his seat with a dark expression, fists clenched tightly, knuckles whitening from the force. His eyes flashed with unwillingness and anger, as if deeply wounded by Logan’s aggressive bid. He might be feeling frustrated that he had given his all yet still lost to this seemingly casual guest in Private Box Number Three; perhaps he was angry at himself for not having enough strength and confidence to compete with Logan. However, no matter what, he was now powerless to continue the competition with Logan, able to only watch as the bottle of Dragon Blood slipped into Logan’s hands.

Eleanor, who had hosted so many auctions, had seen it all. After the initial shock passed, she quickly recovered, her professional demeanor allowing her to swiftly adjust her emotions. She picked up the hammer, beginning to tap the podium, her voice crisp and forceful.

“70 million for the first time, 70 million for the second time, 70 million for the third time–sold!” Eleanor’s voice echoed in the venue, with a barely perceptible thrill. She looked towards the direction of Private Box Number Three, her eyes flickering with admiration and curiosity, wanting to know who this person was who dared to bid like this.

“Congratulations to our guest in Private Box Number Three, the Dragon Blood is yours; the item will be sent to you shortly.” Eleanor said with a smile, her voice tender and pleasant as if cheering for Logan’s victory.

Dragon Blood fetching such a price left many in disbelief, shaking their heads, but they had to admit it was well deserved. After all, reaching such a sky-high price, there was no one else who dared to compete. Logan’s strength and confidence made them feel out of reach, only capable of watching the bottle of Dragon Blood become an item in Logan’s possession.

Logan waited in his room for a moment before a server, carrying a small box containing Dragon Blood, came in. He paid without hesitation, pulling out a thick stack of Spirit Stone Tickets from his chest and handing them to the server. After the server counted the Spirit Stone Tickets carefully and confirmed the amount was correct, he then handed the small box to Logan.

It was then that the server truly showed a hint of shock. He was young and had seen little of the world, never having witnessed anyone spending money so freely. He swallowed hard, murmuring to himself: “So there are indeed people in the world with such extravagant spending habits!” The way he looked at Logan was filled with reverence and admiration, as if he was gazing upon a legendary figure.

The server bowed with utmost respect and quickly left the room. Meanwhile, Logan looked at the Dragon Blood in his hands with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. He gently caressed the box, almost feeling the Dragon Energy contained within. The vial of Dragon Blood was of extraordinary significance to him, and he believed it would become an important aid on his future path of Artifact Refining.

Unknown to him, the discussions about his identity were almost causing an uproar outside. In the corridors and main hall of the auction, people were whispering to each other, speculating about the mysterious guest in Private Box number three.

“Who exactly is the person in Private Box number three? To start off with such a vast expenditure?” A Cultivator dressed in a lavish robe exclaimed, his face showing disbelief. His companions also shook their heads, indicating they too were clueless.

“I haven’t heard about a person wearing a hat, nor can I discern who it might be based on their figure, but they seem quite low-key; probably they don’t want to reveal their identity.” Another Cultivator interjected, trying hard to recall the appearance of the guest from Private Box number three, but he could only remember a broad-brimmed hat that covered most of the face and a somewhat indistinct figure.

“All these well-known families we are familiar with, but as for that person, could it be that they are from a Hidden Family and that’s why they wish to keep their identity secret?” A knowledgeable-looking Cultivator offered his guess. His words immediately resonated with the others, prompting nods of agreement.

“I don’t know, but it’s likely only a Hidden Family would have the resources to spend so lavishly.” An elderly Cultivator sighed, awe flickering in his eyes. He had lived a long life and this was the first time he had seen someone bid for treasures with such boldness.

“Gosh, I really had my eyes opened today!” A young Cultivator exclaimed with excitement, his face was brimming with an enthralled expression. He felt that coming here today was the right decision, not only did he see the precious Dragon Blood, but he also witnessed the emergence of such a legendary figure.

Everyone was astounded, and the buzz of conversation rose and fell like waves, seemingly about to shatter the crystal windows of the auction house. So engrossed were they that their discussions didn’t cease even before the next item was about to Start. Some were still guessing the identity of the guest in Private Box number three, others were talking about the value of the Dragon Blood, while some marveled at how today had truly broadened their horizons.

“Do you think that person could be an Artifact Refining Master? After all, Dragon Blood is an excellent material for Artifact Refining.” A Cultivator suddenly offered his opinion.

“Quite possible, quite possible! Maybe he’s a hidden Artifact Refining Master who came out just to seek rare materials like Dragon Blood.” Another Cultivator quickly agreed.

Their debates grew more and more intense, as if they were about to turn the whole auction upside down. Meanwhile, Logan, in Private Box number three, was oblivious to all this, quietly sitting in his room.

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