Chapter 511: Betting Frenzy
“My wild monsters!” the announcer shouted, commanding everyone’s attention. He was great at his job. The entire square—the entire city—was riled up and hanging from his lips. He continued, “I present to you this auction’s sixty-ninth item. A broken Dao manual uncovered by one of our disciples in an abandoned ruin. According to our estimations, this manual was created by someone at least at the late Autarch level. However, due to its state of great disrepair, a more accurate judgment is impossible. While this manual cannot be used to construct a Dao path, it might be able to provide insights into the Daos of Space and Death. Bidding starts at one late B-Grade core, with a minimum increment of one middle B-Grade core.”
With an exaggerated flourish, one of the attendants revealed a black sphere with blue motes of light lazily swimming inside.
The crowd’s reaction was lukewarm. Space monsters were more gifted in the physical aspect than cultivators, but their Dao talent was relatively lower. Not many cultivated double Daos. Of those, the ones that happened to cultivate specifically Space and Death and also be at a high enough level to deconstruct this manual and salvage insights from the ruins… Well, suffice to say they were very few.
Jack, however, perked up. He’d been aiming for this item but hadn’t held much hope. Now, it turned out this was one of the cheapest high-end items in the auction. What was just one late B-Grade core? He had plenty! He’d even offer thirty times that price!
“Hey, bro,” Brock said, coming up to whisper in Jack’s ear. “I’m whispering now so that Crownbeast sees us. He knows you cultivate Space but not Death. In his eyes, this item is useful to you, but not ridiculously so. If he also suspects you’re just trying to make him waste money, he won’t bid too high.”
Jack nodded. “That was my plan as well,” he whispered back.
Rare bids came from across the crowd. While space monsters who cultivated black hole-related Daos were rare, the plaza was packed. There were bound to be some present.
“Three late B-Grade cores!” someone shouted.
“Four!”