Divine War Pill Emperor

"Next, let’s introduce the Nether Spirit Flower."

"The Nether Spirit Flower comes from the Black River in the Netherworld. I’m sure most of you have heard the legends of the Netherworld—it is an extremely dangerous place."

"And the Black River is the most treacherous region in the entire Netherworld."

"Obtaining a Nether Spirit Flower, therefore, is an incredibly difficult task."

Murong Xiangming spoke with grace and elegance, her words well-chosen and pleasant to the ear.

Even though he had just heard about the Nether Spirit Flower, including its origin, from his son’s own mouth, Jiang Han was still astonished by the boy’s knowledge.

As for Bai Xiong, his jaw was hanging open. Everything was exactly as Jiang Chen had described.

It was uncanny.

Though he felt a bit resentful, he had to admit that Jiang Chen hadn’t been wrong about a single thing.

It filled him with curiosity toward Jiang Chen.

’This boy... how could he know about the Nether Spirit Flower, and in such detail?’ 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

’Oh, right. He mentioned he has a master. But why have I never heard of him?’

He took another deep look at Jiang Chen.

Then he turned his attention back to Murong Xiangming’s introduction.

"For a Martial Cultivator, besides our own Cultivation, the soul is of the utmost importance."

"The stronger the soul, the faster a Martial Cultivator can break through in their Cultivation journey."

"And the Nether Spirit Flower is a treasure that can strengthen a Martial Cultivator’s soul. Not only that, but it also has a soul-calming effect. If a Martial Cultivator carries a Nether Spirit Flower for an extended period, the chances of them suffering from cultivation deviation will be greatly reduced."

"This is the Nether Spirit Flower."

Murong Xiangming concluded her introduction with a charming smile.

The moment Murong Xiangming finished, the entire auction hall erupted.

Everyone was stunned after hearing about the Nether Spirit Flower’s effects.

That’s right. For a Martial Cultivator, a stronger soul meant a faster Cultivation speed than others.

Therefore, this Nether Spirit Flower was a treasure that any Martial Cultivator would kill for.

Moreover, its origin in the Netherworld made it impossible for most people to seek one out themselves.

They could only obtain it through an auction.

Because of this, nearly everyone’s breathing grew heavy.

"Damn, the very first treasure is this incredible."

"The Treasure Elephant Pavilion really lives up to its name, having such an amazing treasure. That Nether Spirit Flower is mine."

After listening to Murong Xiangming’s introduction, Bai Xiong was utterly shocked.

He could choose not to believe Jiang Chen, but he couldn’t doubt Murong Xiangming’s words.

’It’s actually real.’

"I must get my hands on this Nether Spirit Flower."

Someone was already getting impatient.

"Start the auction! What are you waiting for?"

Murong Xiangming smiled faintly.

She picked up a Copper Hammer from the stage and struck a Copper Bell hanging beside it.

DONG!

The sound of the Copper Bell instantly spread throughout the hall.

Then, Murong Xiangming spoke.

"The Nether Spirit Flower. Starting bid, one hundred thousand spirit crystals. Let the bidding begin."

As Murong Xiangming struck the Copper Bell, someone immediately raised their placard.

Everyone had received a numbered placard earlier, and now it was time to use it.

"Number thirty, one hundred and ten thousand."

Murong Xiangming, watching from the stage, announced the first bidder’s price.

Right off the bat, the first bidder added ten thousand.

It seemed they were desperate to get their hands on it.

"Number seventy-six, one hundred and fifty thousand."

From the very beginning, the bidding was explosive.

Starting at one hundred thousand, the price of the Nether Spirit Flower quickly shot up to the high price of three hundred thousand.

Jiang Han had been waiting for this. Without any hesitation, he resolutely raised his placard.

"Number five hundred sixty-one, six hundred thousand."

That’s right, Jiang Han had raised the bid to six hundred thousand in one go.

As one of the three great families of Hanwu City, the Jiang Family was naturally quite wealthy. Six hundred thousand was not an exorbitant amount for them.

With one bid, Jiang Han pushed the price to a whole new level.

Many of the people who had been bidding ferociously just moments before could only retreat in dejection after hearing Jiang Han’s high bid.

A large group of people gave up instantly.

Jiang Chen didn’t say a word. If his father wanted it, he would let him have it. Jiang Chen was just waiting for his own prey to appear.

"Hmph!"

Just then, Patriarch Bai of the Bai Family, Bai Xiong, who was sitting beside them, suddenly snorted.

He also raised his placard without hesitation.

"Number eight hundred, six hundred and fifty thousand."

Bai Xiong held up his placard, and his bid was read out by Murong Xiangming.

He looked at Jiang Han with an invigorated expression, as if he intended to fight him to the bitter end.

"Jiang Han, I absolutely must have this Nether Spirit Flower."

His expression was resolute, his attitude firm.

Jiang Han was naturally infuriated. He could see that the Nether Spirit Flower’s allure was immense, and Bai Xiong wanted to compete with him for it.

He was, of course, not about to back down.

But suddenly, Murong Xiangming announced again, "Number five hundred ninety-nine, seven hundred thousand."

What?

Both Jiang Han and Bai Xiong were startled. Someone else was competing with them.

Their eyes searched for the bidder.

Unexpectedly, they both quickly locked onto the person and were stunned by what they saw.

"Damn it, it’s Ximen Gong."

That’s right. They saw that Ximen Gong had bid seven hundred thousand, clearly intending to compete with them both.

The three great families of Hanwu City bidding for the same treasure at the same time was an extremely rare sight.

It also showed just how precious the Nether Spirit Flower was, that none of the three families were willing to give it up.

Of course, other powers were still bidding as well.

"Number one thousand two, one million one hundred thousand."

Someone had bid up to one million one hundred thousand.

It had broken the one-million mark.

Many people hung their heads in helpless frustration.

They were no longer qualified to compete.

Some had even come specifically for the Foundation Strengthening Pill, so they naturally chose to give up on the Nether Spirit Flower.

Jiang Han was growing angry.

He didn’t need to bid on the Foundation Strengthening Pill anyway, and for that reason, he dared to go all out for the Nether Spirit Flower.

He raised his placard again.

"Number five hundred sixty-one, one million five hundred thousand."

In his anger, Jiang Han had directly raised the price to a terrifying height.

One million five hundred thousand.

Many people turned to look at him in unison.

Someone sighed, "As expected of the Jiang Family, one of Hanwu City’s three great families. Their wealth is impressive."

"Damn, one and a half million. That’s insane. I’m out."

Another person, knowing they couldn’t compete with the Jiang Family’s financial might, also gave up.

Jiang Han was going for broke; that’s why he did it.

Although his wife, Xiao Yun, wanted to dissuade him—after all, one million five hundred thousand was indeed a bit high—but Jiang Han was resolute in his decision to buy it, so she didn’t say anything more.

Bai Xiong turned to glance at Jiang Han, his expression extremely ugly.

In the end, Bai Xiong slowly lowered his placard.

"Jiang Han, you’re ruthless. I won’t compete with you anymore."

His target was the Foundation Strengthening Pill, and he didn’t want to spend too much money on a Nether Spirit Flower, so he simply gave up.

Jiang Han let out a huge sigh of relief. One less rival.

But then, suddenly, someone else made a bid.

"Number five hundred ninety-nine, one million six hundred thousand."

Jiang Han was annoyed. Hearing the number, he knew it was the Ximen Family making a move.

He bid again.

It seemed he was determined to compete with Ximen Gong.

"Number five hundred sixty-one, one million eight hundred thousand."

Jiang Han and Ximen Gong were now locked in a bidding war.

This was also a contest between the Jiang Family and the Ximen Family.

However, it all came to an end here.

Sure enough, after Jiang Han bid one million eight hundred thousand, Ximen Gong shot a fierce glare in his direction.

He, too, finally gave up.

"Number five hundred sixty-one bids one million eight hundred thousand! Are there any other bids?"

Murong Xiangming continued to hype up the atmosphere.

But alas, at such a high price, no one was foolish enough to make another bid. It was no longer worth it.