Chapter 712: F*cking Hell, Who’s Afraid of Who!

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Fifty-two thousand gold coins,” someone bid immediately. “Fifty-five thousand.” “Fifty-seven thousand.” “Sixty thousand.” …

The price quickly climbed to ninety-three thousand gold coins. Many wanted the item, and that price was clearly not their limit. Soon, it rose to one hundred and fifty thousand.

At this price, however, fewer people bid. It was mainly wealthy families and sects vying for it.

“Two hundred thousand,” Ye Mo called out.

The room fell silent. Not because the price was absurd, but because it came from an ordinary, unmarked room. This wasn't just about money anymore; it was an ordinary person challenging the sects.

“Two hundred and ten thousand,” someone called from luxury room 009, displeasure evident in his voice. A man in his thirties, he clearly resented a nameless, sectless individual daring to compete with him for the Earth Spirit Fruit.

Ye Mo sensed the anger. Using his spirit sense, he identified the bidder as a member of the Gemini Sword Sect, a first-grade sect, as he’d learned from Liu Lei.

No wonder they were so arrogant; they likely looked down on him because of his room.

Ye Mo’s anger flared. This was an auction; why should he concede? Even a special-grade sect wouldn't make him give up the fruit.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand,” Ye Mo countered. If the other man continued, he'd go straight to three hundred thousand.

No one else bid. The Gemini Sword Sect young master was furious. Even special-grade sects wouldn’t risk conflict with the Gemini Sword Sect over an Earth Spirit Fruit—one that could, at most, create an earth-level warrior. Two hundred and fifty thousand was arguably its top value.

Qi Qichong’s eyes blazed—how dare this insignificant person take his fruit and act so boldly! While he wanted to bid higher, even a sect young master had limits.

“Investigate who that arrogant guy is,” Qi Qichong said coldly. “Even if he gives me the fruit later, he will suffer.”

“Yes,” a middle-aged man replied, quickly leaving the room.

Ye Mo, using his spirit sense, sneered. If this man sought trouble later, Ye Mo would kill him.

After paying with gold cheques, the Earth Spirit Fruit was delivered to Ye Mo’s room. He immediately transferred it to a jade box; wooden boxes wouldn't preserve its properties adequately.

Lan Meng knew Ye Mo’s actions would have dire consequences, but she enjoyed his audacity.

“Wow, the Earth Spirit Fruit has shown us true wealth! The master from room 392 is a young, wealthy hero indeed. Let's see what other treasures await!”

Ye Mo sneered. He knew she was using him, inciting not only Qi Qichong but also others with pride, encouraging them to bid higher on subsequent items.

Everyone looked at room 009 and Qi Qichong’s enraged face. He understood her ploy but couldn't control his fury.

“Young master, let him be for now,” the beautiful woman in his room soothed. “After the auction, we can act.”

In an unmarked room, a woman in purple shook her head. She hadn’t expected such a fool. Without backing, he’d offended the Gemini Sword Sect young master—suicide.

“Miss, he’s asking for it,” a girl in green sighed. “Such a pity for his companion.”

“Investigate those two,” the woman instructed.

“Now, the next item: meteorite ore. A metal essence for unparalleled weapons. Starting bid: eighty thousand. Minimum increment: one thousand.” Lan Meng gestured, and staff brought forth a basket-sized ore.

Those unfamiliar with forging lost interest. For a moment, no one bid.

But Ye Mo was shocked—this wasn’t ordinary metal essence; it was Geng metal essence! He'd used all his previously obtained Geng metal essence, incredibly valuable in cultivation for crafting magic artifacts. A large piece like this, in the cultivation world, would fetch countless spirit stones. He planned to create a powerful offensive magic artifact upon reaching the foundation establishment state, so he couldn't miss this.

“Eighty-one thousand,” someone from room 011 bid.

Unsurprising; room 011 belonged to the Forgery Hall, a second-grade sect renowned for its craftsmanship. Its actual status was closer to first-grade.

But Ye Mo wouldn't give up.

“Eighty-five thousand,” Ye Mo bid, silencing the room. What was this idiot from room 392 doing? He’d just offended the Gemini Sword Sect and now the Forgery Hall? How much money, how many lives did he have?

A red-faced, bald man in room 011 was stunned. A master forger and a half-step great heaven cultivator, he hadn’t expected competition. Even Taiyi would yield, yet this fool dared challenge him?

“One hundred thousand!” The bald man, Xia Chongyan, one of three Vice Sect Leaders, was enraged.

Everyone sensed Xia Chongyan’s anger, but Ye Mo seemed unfazed. “One hundred and ten thousand,” he said slowly.

“Two hundred thousand!” Xia Chongyan roared.

“Two hundred and ten thousand,” room 329 bid.

“Hmph, three hundred thousand!” Xia Chongyan countered.

Ye Mo’s fury boiled over. This bald man kept throwing money, trying to intimidate him. F*cking hell, who’s afraid of who!

“One million!” Ye Mo yelled, abandoning the ten-thousand increment strategy.