Twisted Dreams

The Little Spirit Persimmon Tree was laden with fruit, roughly around fifty pieces.

In other words, this single Little Spirit Persimmon Tree could transform fifty people into Extraordinary beings.

In fact, for those powerful sects or influential Extraordinaries, it wasn’t much of a boon.

Powerful Extraordinary Influences like the Security Administration and Shu Mountain had no lack of Spirit Plants that could turn ordinary people into Extraordinaries.

Even if powerful Extraordinaries consumed all these Spirit Fruits, there would be no significant progress in cultivation—at most, they could consume one to replenish Spiritual Power after exhausting too much during battle.

However, the price of this Little Spirit Persimmon Tree would certainly not be cheap.

It’s known that a single ordinary Spirit Plant sells for over a million now.

This Little Spirit Persimmon Tree has nearly fifty Spirit Fruits, each of which could sell for a million.

Moreover, the Little Spirit Persimmon Tree can bear fruit continuously, which means every fruiting is like generating a million in value.

"Before you make your bids, let me explain the rules of this auction."

The host’s deep voice spread through the entire cave again:

"First, during the ongoing Desire Trade Auction, any behavior that disrupts the order is prohibited.

Second, there is no reserve price for items in the Desire Trade Auction.

Third, items in the Desire Trade Auction can be bid on not only with money but also with items.

Fourth, after the Desire Trade Auction concludes, the agreed-upon transaction must be fulfilled immediately. If anyone falsifies their bid, heheh... "

The host’s voice grew increasingly eerie.

Especially when stating the fourth rule, the host’s voice seemed like that of a demon crawling out of Hell.

If someone made a bid but didn’t fulfill it after the auction, they would certainly face severe punishment.

Zhang Xiaoyi squinted at the host:

"This host doesn’t carry the smell of blood, yet why does he have such a murderous aura? Interesting!

The Demon Club is truly unfathomable."

The host, Chu Chenggong, indeed hadn’t killed many people, only the murderer of his daughter.

But his sinister aura was no less than that of professional killers.

You should know, Chu Chenggong was once a great auctioneer in the underground world auctions.

The things he auctioned were not exactly normal goods.

Stolen goods, human organs, even slaves.

The host cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Back to the main point, take a fresh look at this first auction item.

The Little Spirit Persimmon Tree can turn an ordinary family into an Extraordinary family or help a Loose Cultivator establish an Extraordinary Organization!

The value requires no further elaboration from me, please place your bids!"

Just as the host finished speaking, a trembling old voice appeared:

"An eighty-square-meter house in Bai Mountain City."

Everyone present was momentarily dazed.

While they were still considering whether or not to take this Little Spirit Persimmon Tree or how much it should be worth, someone had actually placed a bid?

Moreover, the bid was remarkably low?

A house in Bai Mountain City?

The housing prices in Bai Mountain City were known to everyone — about five thousand per square meter.

An eighty-square-meter house, at most forty thousand, and that’s for new property.

Although the rules stated that items could be used to make bids...

But the Little Spirit Persimmon Tree was valued at over eighty million, shouting a price of forty thousand, wasn’t that trying to disrupt the auction?

Everyone looked towards the voice, curious to see who was so bold as to dare disrupt the infamous Demon Club auction!

Xiang Kunlun’s dim eyes were filled with anxiety.

His children were all sick, and if he could obtain this Little Spirit Persimmon Tree, he could make them Extraordinaries and suppress the illness with Extraordinary Power!

To the wealthy, this Little Spirit Persimmon Tree was a treasure for creating an elite security team.

To Loose Cultivators, it was a tool for establishing an Extraordinary Organization.

But to Xiang Kunlun, it was the lifeline of his children.

Zhao Dayong of the Qilin Sect chuckled:

"I wondered who it was, turns out it’s you, the old undying.

I never thought you’d worm your way into the auction.

A beautifully dressed woman cast a glance at Zhao Dayong:

"Sect Leader Zhao, you know this old man?"

This woman was Han Xueqing, Sect Leader of the Hehuan Sect.

Zhao Dayong chuckled:

"Sect Leader Han, you may not know, I encountered this old man at the entrance.

His cultivation is very low, whimfully wanting to bring his grandson to see the sights here, but couldn’t even get through the door.

It’s unclear how he managed to sneak in.

This old man is purely here for laughs.

An eighty-square-meter house on Changbai Mountain, hoping to obtain a treasure like the Little Spirit Persimmon Tree, hahaha..."

After Zhao Dayong finished speaking, his eyes subtly shifted, watching the host intently.

He wasn’t sure if the old man’s actions constituted disturbing the auction order.

Perfect, he could use the old man to test the auction’s limits.

Han Xueqing glanced at Xiang Kunlun disdainfully:

"Even if you truly covet this treasure, consider what you’re worth.

Paupers shouldn’t join in on the antics like other Extraordinaries."

In the crowd, many looked at Xiang Kunlun with ridicule, solemnity, indifference, and various other expressions.

Everyone loved a spectacle, especially one like this.

Aksu nervously clutched Xiang Kunlun’s hand, feeling uncomfortable under the ’attention of so many unfavorable gazes.

At this point, a stir arose in the corner.

Everyone present furrowed their brows.

That corner was where the Demon Race was seated.

One by one, the Demon Race members stood up and solemnly bowed towards Xiang Kunlun:

"We meet the Saint of the Demon Race’s Ancestor!"

The eyes of those Demon Race members were filled with respect and fervor.

They would never forget this aura of the Saint, even in death!

Risking breaking all taboos in human society to teach the outcasts.

Even lost his own son because of it.

How could they not be in awe?

The Demon Race members stood, staring coldly at Zhao Dayong and Han Xueqing, causing the two to shiver in terror.

This was the Saint of the Demon Race Ancestor personally appointed by the Black Emperor of the Demon Race; insulting the Saint of the Demon Race Ancestor was equivalent to insulting the entire Demon Race!

Zhao Dayong and Han Xueqing looked at Xiang Kunlun incredulously.

This old man, with such low cultivation, how could he be so respected by the Demon Race?!

The host’s voice rang out:

"Please, remember the first rule of the auction—to prohibit disruption of the auction order!"

Fox Xiaosan cupped his hands towards the host:

"Apologies, we will definitely not disrupt the order of the auction.

Since the Saint desires this treasure, our Demon Race is willing to bid on his behalf!"

The host paid no heed to Fox Xiaosan’s words, opening his mouth to say:

"Any other bids?"

Fox Xiaosan said:

"One hundred million!"

The Demon Race had plenty of money now.

Ever since the Demon Race’s Trading Bureau opened, with various official policies of support, business between the Demon Race and humans had been booming.

The goods the Demon Race sold to humans were Changbai Mountain’s herbs, Spirit Plants, the Demon Race’s fur, and even teeth shed by Demon Race younglings.

These things had no cost for the Demon Race, while humans paid real gold and silver.

It could be said, the Demon Race was no less wealthy than any publicly listed company.