Banished Disciple's Counterattack Chapter 97

Chapter 97

The fourth auction item, a delicate pagodlike gadget, glinting in colorful light was brought out by sect elder Yang . Around it, splendid magical flashes swayed like a dragon .

 

“Colorful pagoda . Eighty thousand . ”

 

More influential than the previous three spirit tools, it ignited the atmosphere in the pavilion when appearing . Many cultivation clans joined its auction .

 

“A hundred thousand . ”

 

“A hundred and fifty thousand . ”

 

“Two hundred thusand . ”

 

The auction bustled because of the cultivation clans’ bidding .

 

Some found an excuse to pick a fight with their rivals, their screams rocking the pavilion .

 

As the bid went, the atmosphere became fiercer and killing intent sparkled . The clans would combat with each other without the ban of fight .  

 

The area enjoyed multiple cultivation clans, their feuds germinating a long time ago .

 

The auction of the Ghost Black Market gathered them and provided a good platform . Although

they could not fight themselves, the bidders could battle against prices . But the precondition was that they must be wealthy .

 

“Three hundred thousand . ” A grey-haired man made up his mind to shout his price .

 

“You wanna your clan to extinct?” A sneer came from the private room of the Blood-thirst Palace on the second floor . Threatening, the words scared and trembled the old man .

 

“No, I give it up . ” The old man hurried to abandon the pagoda in case of enraging the Blood-thirst Palace and bringing disaster to his family .

 

“You’re sensible . ”

 

The following auction items were all spirit tools .

 

As rounds of auction proceeded and climaxes rose one after another, pieces of terrible spirit tools frightened the bidders into roars .

 

A black iron staff was sent to the podium .

 

“Iron staff . Base price, ten thousand . Bid starts . ” Fatigued, sect elder Yang

Yang yawned and said with a tiring voice .

 

Uh?

 

When the staff emerged, eyes-closed Ye Chen resting in a corner opened eyes wide in a sudden, because his true fire flickered .

 

Treasure!

 

His eyes sparkled .

 

Black all over its body, the iron staff was rusty and bumpy with some damages . Ye Chen glanced at it, but found nothing special .

 

Other cultivators looked the staff up and down with their eyes widened as Ye Chen did .

 

“What’s it?” Someone flicked a confusing look at sect elder Yang .

 

“It’s told . Iron staff . ” Sect elder Yang glimpsed at the cultivator, “Of course, you can see it as a stove poker . ”

 

Everyone present twitched their mouths in surprise .

 

“It’s not paid attention to . Not treasure!”

 

“It looks so ugly . ”

 

“I won’t take it even if I can afford it . ”

 

“Nobody wants it?”Sect elder Yang cast a look at the cultivators below and intended to

intended to collect the staff when no one responded .  

 

“Wait . ” A voice arose from the corner, “I want it . ”

 

Um?

 

An unexpected answer captured everyone’s attention .

 

The speaker was Ye Chen . He would not let go of a treasure triggering his true fire to flicker .

 

“Sect elder, I bid it for ten thousand spirit stones . ”

 

“Are you silly? Ten thousand spirit stones for an old iron staff?” Xiong’er swore at him .

 

“Cheap!”

 

“Crap . ”

 

Their conversation amused other cultivators including the elders .

 

“If no one increases the price, the staff will belong to the little friend . ”

 

“Wait . ” A voice interrupted sect elder Yang, “Eleven thousand . The Zhengyang Sect will take this iron staff . ”

 

Um?

 

As astonishments filled the pavilion, everybody looked at the place where the voice arose . The bidder was the sec elder Wu Changqing from the Zheyang Sect . Arrogant, he seemed to tell others that the others that the staff must be his .

 

Ye Chen scrunched up his eyes in the corner and raised the price, “Twelve thousand . ”

 

All the people were astounded .

 

“Who’s the boy?”

 

“Dare to compete with the Zhengyang Sect, just for a black iron staff . ”

 

“He’s insane . ”

 

Wu Changqing chuckled in the noises, “Boy, do you know whom you compete with?”

 

“Sect elder, you intimate me?” Ye Chen looked up at the private room on the second floor .

 

“Very well . You’re so brave . ” Wu Chanqing satirized, “Nobody dared to snatch something from our sect . I accompany you to bid . Twenty thousand spirit stones . ”

 

“Twenty-one thousand . ” Ye Chen answered .

 

“Thirty thousand . ”

 

“Thirty-one thousand . ” Ye Chen smiled coldly and prepared to bid for the staff even at the cost of his entire wealth . He did so not only for the iron staff but also for his heartless banishment .

The fourth auction item, a delicate pagoda like gadget, glinting in colorful light was brought out by sect elder Yang . Around it, splendid magical flashes swayed like a dragon . Colorful pagoda . Eighty thousand . More influential than the previous three spirit tools, it ignited the atmosphere in the pavilion when appearing . Many cultivation clans joined its auction . A hundred thousand . A hundred and fifty thousand . Two hundred thusand . The auction bustled because of the cultivation clans bidding . Some found an excuse to pick a fight with their rivals, their screams rocking the pavilion . As the bid went, the atmosphere became fiercer and killing intent sparkled . The clans would combat with each other without the ban of fight . The area enjoyed multiple cultivation clans, their feuds germinating a long time ago . The auction of the Ghost Black Market gathered them and provided a good platform . Although they could not fight themselves, the bidders could battle against prices . But the precondition was that they must be wealthy . Three hundred thousand . A grey haired man made up his mind to shout his price . You wanna your clan to extinct A sneer came from the private room of the Blood thirst Palace on the second floor . Threatening, the words scared and trembled the old man . No, I give it up . The old man hurried to abandon the pagoda in case of enraging the Blood thirst Palace and bringing disaster to his family . You re sensible . The following auction items were all spirit tools . As rounds of auction proceeded and climaxes rose one after another, pieces of terrible spirit tools frightened the bidders into roars . A black iron staff was sent to the podium . Iron staff . Base price, ten thousand . Bid starts . Fatigued, sect elder Yang yawned and said with a tiring voice . Uh When the staff emerged, eyes closed Ye Chen resting in a corner opened eyes wide in a sudden, because his true fire flickered . Treasure His eyes sparkled . Black all over its body, the iron staff was rusty and bumpy with some damages . Ye Chen glanced at it, but found nothing special . Other cultivators looked the staff up and down with their eyes widened as Ye Chen did . What s it Someone flicked a confusing look at sect elder Yang . It s told . Iron staff . Sect elder Yang glimpsed at the cultivator, Of course, you can see it as a stove poker . Everyone present twitched their mouths in surprise . It s not paid attention to . Not treasure It looks so ugly . I won t take it even if I can afford it . Nobody wants it Sect elder Yang cast a look at the cultivators below and intended to collect the staff when no one responded . Wait . A voice arose from the corner, I want it . Um An unexpected answer captured everyone s attention . The speaker was Ye Chen . He would not let go of a treasure triggering his true fire to flicker . Sect elder, I bid it for ten thousand spirit stones . Are you silly Ten thousand spirit stones for an old iron staff Xiong er swore at him . Cheap Crap . Their conversation amused other cultivators including the elders . If no one increases the price, the staff will belong to the little friend . Wait . A voice interrupted sect elder Yang, Eleven thousand . The Zhengyang Sect will take this iron staff . Um As astonishments filled the pavilion, everybody looked at the place where the voice arose . The bidder was the sec elder Wu Changqing from the Zheyang Sect . Arrogant, he seemed to tell others that the staff must be his . Ye Chen scrunched up his eyes in the corner and raised the price, Twelve thousand . All the people were astounded . Who s the boy Dare to compete with the Zhengyang Sect, just for a black iron staff . He s insane . Wu Changqing chuckled in the noises, Boy, do you know whom you compete with Sect elder, you intimate me Ye Chen looked up at the private room on the second floor . Very well . You re so brave . Wu Chanqing satirized, Nobody dared to snatch something from our sect . I accompany you to bid . Twenty thousand spirit stones . Twenty one thousand . Ye Chen answered . Thirty thousand . Thirty one thousand . Ye Chen smiled coldly and prepared to bid for the staff even at the cost of his entire wealth . He did so not only for the iron staff but also for his heartless banishment .

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