Listening to Yu Sheng's words, everyone felt depressed.
"Damn it, I won't mention the name of this technique. Now you've even revealed your Nascent Soul, and you still say you don't want to reveal more. Big brother, reveal everything now!"
"A spell to devour spiritual energy? It looks like a magic technique, but it can undoubtedly greatly improve one's cultivation. Ten trillion, how much should I bid for the first time!"
"Nine Yuanyings are worth more than 10 trillion, and this thing is simply in short supply. I'm afraid only Yu Sheng would dare to take it out and sell it directly!"
One by one, they looked at each other.
Obviously they all regretted bringing too little money.
Suddenly, a man stood up and said, "Fifty trillion!"
However, just as he finished speaking, he heard someone roaring, "One hundred trillion!"
“…” Yu Sheng looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.
Too shocking.
However, as soon as the one hundred trillion landed, someone shouted, "Five hundred trillion, who dares to compete with me?"
The person who spoke was a big and strong man, not a cultivator, but a warrior.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the faces of the people around him turned pale.
"Damn it, Tiandi Alliance leader Liu Wushang. Why is this guy here too?"
"Damn it! How can a martial artist like you steal the skills of an immortal cultivator? Five hundred trillion, who can afford this price?"
"It's over. It looks like the Tiandi Alliance has it all. Damn it. The money we prepared is totally not enough!"
Some people secretly regretted it. Although they knew it was impossible to win easily, they did not expect that these people's bids did not follow the normal routine at all.
Everyone wants to knock the person down with one blow.
"Five hundred and one trillion!" Just as Yu Sheng was about to shout out the number to seal the deal, a voice with a poor accent spoke out.
The one who spoke was a monk. Liu Wushang's face looked extremely ugly, and he said angrily: "Old bald donkey, how dare you ruin my good deeds!"
"Amitabha!" The monk put his hands together, looked at the "Soul Devouring Art" on the stage and said, "It is said that God has the virtue of loving all living things. Although this skill is magical, it causes a lot of murder. Donor Liu, why don't you give in and let me take it back to the temple and burn it?"
"Why bring it back to the temple after burning it? If you burn it here, I will give in. Six hundred trillion! Old bald donkey, keep on shouting. I want to see how much money you have!" Liu Wushang said angrily.
"Six hundred and one trillion!"
"Seven hundred trillion!"
"Seven hundred and one trillion!"
The two of them bid prices, which left Yu Sheng stunned and overjoyed.
However, the system reminded: "No, even if there are so many resources, they cannot be completely converted at once, otherwise the people on this earth will not be able to bear it! Exchanging 200 trillion a year is the current limit!"
Yu Sheng was speechless and said, "What the hell?"
The system reminded: "There is no way. The cultivators on Earth are still in the initial stage. If we force them to exchange, it will definitely hurt ordinary people. The lives of ordinary people are already very difficult now."
Somewhat understood, Yu Sheng nodded and said, "Then let's make the money first. At worst, we can just not use it!"
"That's right!" the system agreed.
"One hundred trillion!" Liu Wushang said almost vomiting blood, thinking that this old bald donkey definitely did it on purpose, not more, not less, just one hundred million more at a time.
"Amitabha!" The monk shook his head and said, "Are you still stubborn? One hundred and one trillion."
"You, you, you..." Liu Wushang pointed at the monk and said angrily, "You have guts, old bald donkey."
However, the monk replied: "Donor, you are wrong. I am a monk. Monks do not lust after worldly women. They are not of the same kind. Amitabha."
"You..." A mouthful of blood spit out. Liu Wushang said viciously, "You have guts! You are against the Tiandi Alliance. I will let you know that this end is definitely not what you imagined."
With that he turned away.
The curtain fell, and the one who made the most money at the auction was Yu Sheng.
"I didn't expect it to be so profitable. Why don't we set up an auction house? Wouldn't it be faster to make money that way?" Yu Sheng thought to himself.
However, the system quickly reminded: "The lower class people will hardly have to live this way, and the gap between the strong and the weak will become more serious. Society will definitely fall into an unstable state. It is better to do less of this kind of thing! And your forces will definitely earn more in the future. Don't be short-sighted. Once you feed these people's appetites, they may eat you. You might as well upgrade the technology comprehensively so that the speed of squeezing resources will be faster, but this is a means of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."
“…That’s right, but I can finally practice properly! I’ll talk about it after I reach the Tiangang realm.” Yu Sheng nodded and said.
The Tiangang realm is a very important realm for warriors. Warriors who have reached this realm can achieve the ability to fly as long as they master the skills.
Moreover, the energy absorbed and emitted by the cells of warriors at this level can form an invisible shield to surround the warriors.
Even without any precautions, a normal sneak attack with firearms would be almost completely ineffective.
On a small hillside a hundred miles outside the Demon City, Yu Sheng set up a barrier and began to practice.
Golden Crow Blood, Corpse King Corpse Pill. These two things would be enough for any force to fight for in the outside world, but Yu Sheng only spent 50 trillion here.
For the rest of my life now, it’s just a piece of cake.
Yu Sheng: “Exchange!”
The cave was filled with the thick smell of corpses and there was no sign of life at all.
Being in it, Yu Sheng felt that his vitality was disappearing. The corpse pill of the Corpse King contained powerful corpse qi, which was something that had been accumulated in his body for thousands of years like a stone.
On the other side, a heart of fiery red blood was extremely gentle.
Holding these two things, Yu Sheng first drank a mouthful of the Golden Crow's blood with a gurgle, and his whole body suddenly seemed to be burning. Then he swallowed a corpse pill of the Corpse King, and two overbearing forces ran rampant in his body. Yu Sheng controlled his strength and began to continuously refine these two powerful forces.
…
It has been a year since the Netherworld Palace and the Qingyi Society started a direct war.
In the hall, Ma Jiuniang's face was solemn, the situation was not optimistic. Although Yu Sheng was the backer, the people in the Netherworld Hall practiced first-class skills and had enough elixirs to help improve their strength.
However, due to the continuous conflicts they launched, they gradually could no longer be compared with the Qingyi Society.
"We lost eight brothers in this attack on the Qingyi Society's thirteen warehouses in Xuecheng. But we got almost nothing useful!"
"We can't go on like this. We must come up with a solution as soon as possible. We in the Netherworld Palace have always had a policy of recruiting elite troops. My subordinates are already getting a little impatient."
"After all, it's been a year. Although the people who carry out the work change every quarter, the increasing number of casualties cannot be concealed."
(End of this chapter)