Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 1943 - 1974: Collector Enthusiast

Suddenly, the previously oppressive atmosphere in the auction room vanished completely, replaced by a strong sense of tension.The respect for Qing Feng from before was entirely unraveled by Mister Qi's few words, and everyone's gaze toward Qing Feng had changed significantly.

"Mister Qi's few words have truly enlightened us, thank you, Mister Qi, for your guidance."

"Master Qing Feng, we don't know if what Mister Qi said is true or not, your auction house wouldn't really be offering such a useless item to lure us cultivators into wasting our money, would you?"

"That's right, Master Qing Feng, please give us an explanation. You are the person we respect the most, if this is true, then we would be quite disappointed."

"Master Qing Feng, many of us are here because of your reputation, please don't let us down!"

"..."

Various comments burst from everyone's lips at this moment, with each person gazing intently at Qing Feng, seemingly awaiting his reply.

Listening to the chaotic voices wafting from all around, Qing Feng's heart sank, yet his face was all smiles as he took a look around and said with a smile: "Everyone, you know my character, and you have also heard of the auction house's reputation."

"The reason for presenting such an item this time is that the auction house truly wishes to see if any among you can recognize its cultivation, and old me also thinks there may be some who enjoy collecting various peculiar cultivations among us."

"Even if none of you esteemed Daoists are interested in this bead, it doesn't matter, we could simply continue to store it at my auction house, what do you all think?"

Qing Feng's explanation had a certain degree of strength, and as the comments subsided, the chaotic scene and atmosphere also fell silent.

All eyes were on Qing Feng, and the various expressions in their eyes dissipated considerably.

Seeing the scene quieted down somewhat, Qing Feng finally relaxed, though his hands had begun to sweat.

Although the auction house is immensely powerful, if everyone here raises a commotion, the impact on the auction house would be significant.

This is not what Qing Feng wants to see.

"Since everyone acknowledges what this old man has said, this item's auction will now formally begin. Due to the lack of any information about the item, the price will not be too high, the bead's starting price is fifty thousand Black Crystals, with each bid increase not less than five thousand."

Once the voice fell, the entire auction room remained silent, clearly, after that commotion, no one was willing to spend Black Crystals on such a useless item.

But just a moment later, a white-haired old man raised his withered right hand and loudly shouted: "Since no fellow Daoists wish to bid, this bead shall belong to this old man, I am willing to pay fifty thousand for it."

As soon as the white-haired old man's voice was heard, everyone turned to look at him, puzzled by why the old man was willing to pay such a price for a useless item.

The old man seemed to notice what the others were thinking, immediately chuckled and said: "Fellow Daoists, no need to be curious, this old man merely finds the bead interesting and wants to purchase it for collection, if any of you are interested, feel free to bid and compete."

Everyone shook their heads.

On the high stage, Qing Feng, upon seeing no one willing to bid for the bead, couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment.

His eyes scanned the room again, and seeing still no bids, he raised his hammer high, about to bring it down.

Just then, Ye Feng in the Number Three room spoke lightly.

"Sixty thousand Black Crystals."

This light voice, upon appearing, left everyone in the room speechless.

They couldn't understand why someone from such a prestigious room would be interested in such an item, and at the same time, they were extremely shocked.

Because they found the bidder to be the buyer of the treasure rod.

Everyone's heart couldn't help but flash a thought: Could this person simply enjoy toying with things others don't want or need?

Regarding Ye Feng's bid, everyone in the auction room had their own thoughts but did not utter a sound to contend.

The white-haired old man, however, changed his complexion, looking at Ye Feng's room with a glance filled not only with a trace of eerie intent but also boundless despondency.

He pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth, "The old man bids seventy thousand."

"Eighty thousand," Ye Feng continued calmly.

"Ninety thousand," the white-haired old man continued to bid.

"One hundred thousand," Ye Feng frowned slightly but did not back down at all.

The white-haired old man, by this time, finally became powerless, after all, one hundred thousand Black Crystals was an exceedingly large sum.

Especially so for someone with merely late Xuan God cultivation.

With his heart fiercely struggling, he could only deeply look toward Ye Feng's room once more and then helplessly sat down.

Looking at the white-haired old man's demeanor, everyone knew that he had given up competing with Ye Feng.

And this competition was taken in by everyone, each pondering whether the mysterious bead was indeed something remarkable?

Otherwise, why would someone be willing to pay such a high price for a bead?

This thought occurred not only to those in the ordinary seats, but even those in the rooms shared this notion.

In Room Number Ten, Mister Qi rested his hands on the table, constantly tapping it, echoing in the room with a series of thuds.

Behind him, a blue-clad elder continued to gaze forward at the bead in the tray.

After watching for a long time, the elder finally withdrew his gaze, respectfully addressing Mister Qi: "Young master, with my eye power, I can't see anything peculiar about the bead, the reason the person in Room Number Three wants this bead may very well be because he is a collector."

Hearing this, Mister Qi couldn't help but chuckle contemptuously, "A collector? This young master never believes such people exist in this world."