"Fellow Daoists, I am the Pavilion Master of Jade Water Pavilion. I bid 165,000 Dao Source Stones."
"Do any fellow Daoists have higher bids?"
"If not, then Iāll be taking this āBook of the Supreme Saintā."
As soon as the old monkās words were spoken, a voice immediately responded.
It was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe who first bowed to the old monk, indicating his apology.
He then announced his own price.
This was his limit!
"166,000 Dao Source Stones."
However, the manās bid was quickly covered.
But this time, the person who outbid him didnāt introduce himself.
"167,000 Dao Source Stones."
"168,000 Dao Source Stones."
"..."
"180,000 Dao Source Stones."
In no time, the price exceeded 170,000 Dao Source Stones, reaching the height of 180,000 Dao Source Stones.
Eighteen thousand Dao Source Stones, itās no exaggeration to say, could buy two ordinary Seventh Level items.
If itās used to buy Seventh Level items with heritage, like the previously auctioned Purple Azure Immortal Sword, one and a half could be purchased!
To use this price to buy a Confucian Book which has single-use and canāt be handed down across generations, it really seems unfitting.
The loss outweighs the gain!
Perhaps due to the realization that the price was too high,
at this point, not many people were still competing.
The only ones left in the competition were rooms number 86 and 46.
These two rooms were constantly increasing their bids.
Although the increases were in increments of a thousand, neither party showed signs of stopping.
It was as if they were determined to obtain this āBook of the Supreme Saintā.
Under this back-and-forth, the bid soon reached the high mark of 200,000.
At that moment, it seemed that the person in the room number 46 finally couldnāt sit still any longer.
He broke the silence by saying:
"Daoist friend, may I ask for a favor?"
"I am Liang Xingren from the Central Continent Divine State. "
"I am reaching the end of my life."
"Over the years, I have been out seeking longevity-boosting items to no avail."
"This āBook of the Supreme Saintā is of great use to me."
"I am wondering if you could let me have it to prolong my life."
"If you are willing to give it up,"
"I promise to lend you my assistance three times."
"Whatever the matter is, as long as itās not against morality and what I am capable of, I will do it."
"I beg of your kindness."
The voice sounded rather old.
But the aged voice instantly left the crowd stunned.
Not for any other reason but for the person behind this voice, who they recognized.
The third-time Prime Minister of the Daqian Empire, the Great Scholar Liang Xingren!
Liang Xingrenās a renowned scholar whose disciples and former servants spread all over the world. He himself was a supreme scholar who had stepped into the realm of Great Scholars for nearly three hundred years.
He possessed a Heavenly Aura and had a reputation spreading across thirty million miles of the Daqian Empire!
At the same time, they all turned their gaze towards the room known as number 86.
In their eyes, they held a deep envy.
Others bid on Confucian Books to please a Great Scholar. Instead, he directly obtained a promise from the Great Scholar himself.
This was an enviable opportunity!
They were genuinely envious.
As for whether the person in the room number 86 would reject the Great Scholarās request -they didnāt even consider it.
A āConfucian Bookā or a promise from a Great Scholar himself.
Even a fool would know what to choose!