Chapter 1766: Entering the Main Hall

"Old Ghost Yu, you want to compete with me?"

His scalp tingling, the White Venerable's fur stood on end.

Sixty drops of ancient saint blood at the Drip Blood Rebirth level had already exceeded his expectations, and now this fellow wanted to snatch it away, driving him to the brink of madness.

"You buy yours, I buy mine—what do you mean by 'snatch'?" Old Ghost Yu raised an eyebrow and sneered. "If you're willing to pay a higher price, go ahead. Anyway, I want this slot too!"

"There are two slots left—can't you buy one of those?" the White Venerable gritted his teeth.

"Do you take me for a fool? The later ones get more expensive. Our Spirit Race may have many experts, but we're not suckers!"

Old Ghost Yu snorted. "Young Master Zhang just said, the highest bidder wins. Since it's an auction, you bid sixty, so I'll bid sixty-five!"

"You..."

Trembling with rage, the White Venerable could do nothing.

Since it was an auction, naturally the highest bidder won; he couldn't stop others from bidding!

"I bid sixty-six!" After holding back for a long time, the White Venerable said.

"Sixty-seven!"

"Sixty-eight!" The White Venerable wanted to kill someone.

"Sixty-nine!"

"Seventy..."

Old Ghost Yu looked utterly composed.

"Fine... Seventy-five!" Unable to contain himself any longer, the White Venerable raged, "Old Ghost Yu, if you dare continue, don't blame me for turning against you right now!"

"Heh, fine, I'll let you have it."

Seeing the price had been driven up to seventy-five, Old Ghost Yu chuckled and fell silent.

He could see that this sacred beast was on the verge of collapse; if provoked further, a fight might actually break out.

Although he was not afraid of the beast's strength, facing a maddened sacred beast with the Masters' Hall and the Hundred Schools of Thought experts all around still gave him pause.

"Here!"

Seeing that he had stopped competing, the White Venerable breathed a sigh of relief. With a flick of his hoof, a jade bottle flew toward Zhang Xuan.

It contained seventy-five drops of sacred beast blood at the Drip Blood Rebirth level.

Sacred beasts were enormous; seventy-five drops were a large amount for a human, but for a sacred beast, it was nothing... However, their advancement relied on bloodline and talent, making it even harder than for humans!

Experts at the Drip Blood Rebirth level were far fewer in number than humans or the Spirit Race.

Thus, these drops had been accumulated at great cost, and giving them away caused him considerable pain.

"The second slot goes to the sacred beast clan. The third slot, starting bid... one hundred drops of ancient saint blood!" Zhang Xuan smiled and said.

"One hundred drops?" Old Ghost Yu's brow twitched, and his face stiffened as he nearly cursed. "Why don't you just rob us!"

Just now it was sixty drops, and now it's nearly doubled... Are you doing this on purpose?

He had thought that even if the price increased for the third slot, seventy drops would be the limit. That was why he hadn't competed with the White Venerable. He never expected this guy to have no moral底线.

"Now the Hundred Schools have three slots, the sacred beast clan has two, and you only have one. Take it or leave it. If you don't buy, I won't sell..."

Looking over with a beaming smile, Zhang Xuan curled his lips. "Also, to tell you the truth... I am robbing you. It's up to you whether you let me!"

Given the chance to fleece this guy, how could he let it pass?

Either way, whether they bought or not, he wouldn't lose.

"You..." Old Ghost Yu was about to explode with rage.

"Why not agree? Even if we give him our Spirit Race's ancient saint blood, a human master teacher can't use it anyway... At worst, after we leave the main hall, we find a chance to kill him and take it back..."

An ancient saint of the Spirit Race secretly transmitted his voice.

The ancient saint blood of the Spirit Race was thick with killing intent, so dense it was almost tangible. Even an Immortal Realm expert couldn't get close, let alone refine it!

A human master teacher like him would have no use for it. So... why not agree first? Then find an opportunity to snatch it back and kill this fellow to vent their anger!

"Hmm."

Old Ghost Yu's expression recovered somewhat. He snorted and said, "One hundred drops it is. I'll give you two hundred now, and you sell me both the third and fourth slots!"

"Both to you?"

"That's right. They've already bought theirs; the rest won't continue bidding. Even if you set a higher price, it's useless. So sell them to me together. I'll give you the same price." Old Ghost Yu said.

After all, it was all a scam anyway; he didn't care.

"Fine!" After a pause, Zhang Xuan nodded.

What the other said was true. The Hundred Schools and the sacred beast clan had already bought their slots; it would be hard to make them pay a high price again. So he might as well sell them all at once.

Anyway, once inside the main hall, no matter how many Spirit Race members entered, they would all be tricked to death by him. Consider it them delivering treasures to him.

"Here!"

Seeing his agreement, Old Ghost Yu breathed a sigh of relief. With a flick of his finger, two jade bottles flew over.

Zhang Xuan caught them casually. Seeing that each bottle contained one hundred drops of blood, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Be careful. The ancient saint blood of the Spirit Race may contain their will. A single drop can undergo Drip Blood Rebirth and ambush you..."

Seeming to see through Old Ghost Yu's ill intent, Zhang Hongtian transmitted his voice.

For an ancient saint at the Drip Blood Rebirth level, a single drop of blood was a life. Although restoring their full strength would be troublesome and take unknown time, recovering enough to kill a Golden Body Realm cultivator was easy.

"I know." Zhang Xuan smiled.

When he opened the bottle cap just now, he had already infused his true energy inside. Indeed, the other's will remained, but it was too weak to withstand his power!

With a single strike, he killed it all.

Without the will, even if the blood was highly active, it would take tens of thousands of years to revive into its original form—impossible.

By then, the blood would have long been used up.

"If you can't handle it, I can step in." Zhang Hongtian said.

"Thank you, ancestor. I can handle it." Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Since the slots are allocated, let's prepare to set off."

With the auction over, there was no point in staying. Yan Qing, the ancient saint, spoke again.

Zhang Xuan nodded and said no more. According to the allocated slots, he gathered the people behind him. Little Talisman flew up, enveloping them, and headed straight for the main hall ahead.

The sacred beast clan had two slots, sending a white fox and a red leopard, likely both related to the White Venerable.

The Spirit Race sent three Immortal Realm Great Perfection experts, their faces expressionless and silent, their exact strength unknown.

As for the Hundred Schools, they added another expert, on par with Yan Xue.

In short, among those who could enter this time, besides Zhang Xuan, the weakest were at Immortal Realm Great Perfection, making them the strongest below ancient saint.

"Let's go in."

Buzz!

As soon as Little Talisman touched the seal of the main hall, it merged into it. The group vanished in an instant, leaving no trace behind.