Chapter 226: Apprehension
"He's so arrogant. Plenty of Ancient Martial Families are here today. How does that kid have the nerve?"
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The crowd murmured as they watched the young man, some even taking a few wary steps back in fear.
"You bastard! I'm Chen Guohua! How dare you hit me!"
"I'm telling you, I, Chen Guohua, will remember this!"
The middle-aged man scrambled to his feet, pointed at the youth, and snarled.
"Chen Guohua. It's him!"
"I heard his father has strong ties to the Zhao Family, and he's an Ancient Martial Cultivator himself!"
"That's right. They say he's already reached the Early Stage of the Innate Realm. In the Ancient Martial Realm, that makes him a top-tier expert."
"That kid is screwed for provoking Chen Guohua. He's in for it now."
At the mention of Chen Guohua's name, the crowd broke into a flurry of discussion.
When the young man heard the crowd's discussion, an arrogant expression appeared on his face as he shot the middle-aged man a look of pure disdain.
"OUT!!!"
The youth spat out a single word, his voice thunderous and deafening.
Chen Guohua's face twitched violently at the youth's thunderous word, a flicker of rage in his eyes.
But upon seeing the killing intent in the young man's eyes, he swallowed his anger, turned, and made a hasty retreat.
"Are there any further bids?"
The auctioneer asked.
Hearing the auctioneer's question, everyone fell silent. No one else made a bid; the price was already too high.
"Since there are no more bids, the Sheep Tallow goes to this gentleman."
The auctioneer announced.
An attendant then presented the Sheep Tallow to the young man.
As the Sheep Tallow was brought to him, the young man reached out with his right hand, gripped its surface, and slowly pressed his fingers into it.
"Mm, not bad."
The young man nodded, looking very satisfied.
"Congratulations on winning the Sheep Tallow."
The auctioneer said with a smile.
"Thank you."
The young man replied with a smile.
The auction continued, with each subsequent item fetching an astronomical price that left the crowd astounded.
The auction grew increasingly fierce, but Lin Feng simply sat still in his chair, resting with his eyes closed, making no move.
Su Yanxue, on the other hand, watched the proceedings with great interest, her curiosity piqued by every item.
"I'm sure many of you are familiar with our next item up for auction."
"It's called Dragon Bone Grass. It is a rare medicinal herb with extremely powerful effects. I don't know its specific function, but I can guarantee it has miraculous properties—this has been confirmed by our resident Ancient Martial Artists!!!"
With a bang of his gavel, the auctioneer announced that the final item of the opening round was the Dragon Bone Grass.
This item was completely beyond the reach of ordinary factions; it was something for the Ancient Martial Artists and hidden families.
"I declare the bidding for the Dragon Bone Grass will begin at sixty million."
"Sixty million? That's a steal! I bid eighty million!"
An old man in gray robes immediately stood up and declared his bid with an air of immense wealth.
"Ninety million!"
A beautiful woman in a black qipao immediately countered.
With a single sentence, she pushed the price to ninety million.
"One hundred million!"
A rather handsome man in white training clothes, whose sharp, deep eyes shone with wisdom, called out his bid.
At that, the entire venue fell silent. Not a sound was made.
The silence in the auction hall was unnerving.
The representatives from the ordinary factions were stunned. They couldn't believe that something that looked like a simple wildflower could fetch the astronomical price of one hundred million!!!
"One hundred million, going once! Are there any higher bids?"
The auctioneer said, his expression solemn.
"One hundred twenty million!"
Just then, a voice abruptly rang out.
Instantly, everyone in the hall shot a curious look at Lin Feng.
"Do we need this?"
Su Yanxue wasn't surprised to see Lin Feng make a bid. She knew if he was taking action, the item must be genuinely useful.
Besides, a hundred million was no problem for them at this point.
"Yes. I'll have a use for it later,"
Lin Feng said softly, smiling as he gently patted Su Yanxue's head.
"Where did this kid come from?"
"Could he be from some super-family or an Ancient Martial Arts sect?"
"But he looks so young."
The surrounding crowd began to speculate wildly.
"One hundred thirty million."
A low, hoarse voice called out from another private box.
It was the same middle-aged man in gray robes from before, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
"One hundred fifty million."
Lin Feng didn't hesitate. A few hundred million was nothing to him.
"Two hundred million."
Just then, a bone-chillingly cold voice echoed from a VIP box on the second floor.
Instantly, all eyes in the hall turned toward that box.
The curtains of the box were drawn open.
A slender man with long hair, dressed in a long, purple-gold robe, stepped out.
He had thick, sharp brows over star-like eyes, a high-bridged nose, and a fair complexion.
His posture was as straight and rigid as a spear, and he exuded a ruthless, oppressive aura.
He emanated an indescribable, suffocating presence!
'Mid Stage of Innate? There are quite a few heavy hitters here today!'
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't seem concerned, a playful smile gracing his lips.
"Two hundred million, going once!"
The auctioneer called out.
"Two hundred million, going twice!"
"Two hundred million, going th—"
The auctioneer was cut short by a sudden shout.
"Wait a moment."
The middle-aged man in gray stood up, his gaze fixed on the youth in the purple-gold robe.
"What? Is there a problem?"
The youth glanced at the man and spoke indifferently.
"You may have money, but this Dragon Bone Grass is extremely important to me. You should be well aware of its purpose."
The man said coldly.
He stared at the youth, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, cold light.
"What, are you trying to threaten me?"
A cold glint flashed in the youth's eyes.
BOOM!
A terrifying aura erupted from the youth, instantly enveloping the middle-aged man in gray.
STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
The middle-aged man in gray was forced back several steps, his gaze locked on the youth.
"Hmph. You don't know your own limits. I'm taking this Dragon Bone Grass."
The youth shot the gray-robed man a contemptuous look and barked coldly.
"I'll bid three hundred million!"
But just as the youth finished speaking, another calm voice spoke up.
In that instant, every head in the hall turned.
Lin Feng stood by the window, leisurely sipping a glass of red wine, his calm demeanor suggesting the immense sum was of no consequence to him.