The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

149: Fool, your Hongmeng spiritual treasure is worth two million origin stones?The people at the auction seats exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mix of tension and sympathy.

They tacitly understood that once the auction ended, the person in private room number three would undoubtedly face misfortune.

A suffocating premonition hung in the air, like the calm before a storm.

The lessons of the past were still fresh in their minds.

At the auction held a million years ago, someone had dared to bid against Long Qinghong, and ultimately met a gruesome end, torn to shreds and their entire clan exterminated.

This time, everyone shook their heads and sighed, speculating that the outcome for the person in private room number three on the top floor would likely be no different from before.

”Next, the one hundred and second auction item is a Five-Revolutions Transcendent Pill.”

”The starting bid is one thousand source stones, with no upper limit...”

The Sky Fox Auctioneer’s melodious voice rang out again, like a clear spring, easing the tense atmosphere in the venue.

Soon, the others no longer dwelled on the previous interlude and re-immersed themselves in the bidding frenzy.

Their emotions gradually heightened, as if they had temporarily cast aside their unease.

Meanwhile, in private room number three on the top floor, Wang Qing was initially only interested in the black bian flower, but it was unexpectedly taken by private room number one.

A slight ripple stirred in his heart.

But he quickly returned to his usual lazy and casual demeanor.

He carelessly scanned the auction stage with his Divine Thought, looking for anything novel that might pique his interest. In private room number one, Long Qinghong’s fury erupted like a volcano, his entire face contorted with indignation, wishing he could immediately tear apart the opponent who had just bid against him.

He frantically tried to deduce information about the masked man in room three, but was repeatedly blocked by an invisible mist.

This made him even more agitated and unwilling, a sense of being played for a fool surging in his heart.

He hurriedly instructed the maid beside him, his voice laced with suppressed ruthlessness:

”Xiao Cui, go down and tell Merchant Qin to investigate the information of that ant in room three.”

”Yes, Young Lord.”

Xiao Cui received the order, bowed slightly, then turned and pushed open the door, her movements light with a hint of tension.

Long Qinghong’s expression was ashen, his heart churning as he pondered which Taboo power dared to provoke him in such a manner.

He racked his brain but still couldn’t make sense of it.

In the end, he could only point the finger at Chu Xuankong, the Dao Child of the Heavenly Fortune God Clan...

This was because Lin Qingyuan, the Dao Maiden of the Heavenly Fortune God Clan, had appeared last night, declaring her intention to harvest the Luck of the Dao Realm.

And as the next Lord of the Heavenly Fortune God Clan, how could Chu Xuankong be absent from such a task as harvesting Luck?

Therefore, Long Qinghong became even more convinced that the other party was a disguised Dao Child of the Heavenly Fortune God Clan, and a cold killing intent rose in his heart.

”Suppressing your cultivation to trick this Young Lord to his death, huh?”

”After the auction ends, this Young Lord will definitely strip you of your Qi.”

He muttered viciously, his fists unconsciously clenching, as if he could already see the scene of his revenge.

”Creak!”

The door was pushed open again, and a young man in brocade robes entered; it was King Jiang the Killer.

He approached quickly, his face showing concern and curiosity.

”Brother Long, Xiao Cui rushed to find my mother. Could it be that someone has offended you?”

King Jiang the Killer sat down beside Long Qinghong across the table, unable to resist asking the question in his heart.

”Brother Jiang, say no more. That masked man in private room three across from me tricked me.”

”I suspect he’s a disguised Dao Child of the Heavenly Fortune God Clan. I plan to capture him after the auction ends.”

Long Qinghong forced a bitter smile, his voice mixed with helplessness and indignation.

King Jiang the Killer scratched his head, showing a look of sudden realization, then patted his chest and promised:

”So that’s it. The auction will end before noon tomorrow. I’ll help you catch him then.”

His voice was full of loyalty, trying to soothe Long Qinghong’s emotions with a relaxed demeanor.

”Alright, you go down first and mobilize manpower to secretly block all exits.”

”Tomorrow, after the auction ends, we must capture Chu Xuankong.”

Long Qinghong commanded.

”Okay, Brother Long, I’ll go arrange the manpower right away.” King Jiang the Killer nodded, stood up, and quickly departed.

Long Qinghong, however, had an unpredictable expression, staring intently at room three.

Time flew by... another day passed without him noticing.

The next day at noon.

The auction hall on the first floor was bustling with excitement.

After a full day of bidding, everyone had long forgotten the commotion of yesterday.

At this moment, they all held their breath, their eyes burning as they focused on the final auction item.

The Sky Fox Auctioneer surveyed the entire hall, and facing countless fervent gazes, she smiled charmingly:

”Everyone, before we knew it, the Dao Source Auction, which opens once every million years, is nearing its end.”

”Without further ado, the last auction item is... the Primordial Spirit Treasure, the Grand Prime Xuan Bell.”

”This treasure was born before the Grandmist Sea first opened. It can suppress all darkness in the world and can also serve as a nation-founding Divine Artifact.”

”It was originally obtained by Nine Heavens God Lord Gu Junan from the Taboo Wang Family and sent to our establishment for auction a few days ago.”

”The starting bid is ten thousand source stones, with no upper limit. The highest bidder wins...”

As her words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Although those present were tempted, they all knew they lacked the financial resources, and could only look up at the high-level private rooms, their eyes full of envy and curiosity.

”Twenty thousand source stones.”

”Thirty thousand source stones.”

Two calm bidding voices came from the second floor.

Someone on the third floor was not to be outdone: ”Fifty thousand source stones.”

A boisterous voice suddenly rang out from private room number two on the top floor: ”A bunch of ants! Do you really think such a price is enough to contend for a Primordial Spirit Treasure?”

”I bid two hundred thousand source stones.”

The bidder was Wei Mingyu, the chief Disciple of Master Wu Yan of Qiankun Hall.

The entire hall immediately fell silent, no one daring to question or even laugh.

Seeing this, Long Qinghong walked to the window and laughed loudly towards room two:

”Brother Wei, this Grand Prime Xuan Bell also interests this junior. I wonder if you would be willing to part with it?”

”If you are willing to let go, once I bid two hundred and ten thousand source stones for it, I will present two Chaos Spirit Treasures as a thank you.”

Wei Mingyu appeared at the window of room two, raised an eyebrow, and cupped his fists in response:

”Since Young Lord Long truly desires it, just make your bid. I will not contend with you.”

Long Qinghong’s heart swelled with joy, and he was about to speak.

A mocking voice drifted out from room three: ”Three hundred thousand source stones.”

Wei Mingyu turned in astonishment, looking at private room number three not far away.

Everyone in the hall also felt a chill, as if they could already smell the anger emanating from Long Qinghong.

Long Qinghong suppressed his anger, pointed a finger towards window three, and sneered: ”This Young Lord bids four hundred thousand source stones!”

”Chu Xuankong, if you don’t dare to follow the bid, this Young Lord will truly look down on you!”

Upon hearing this.

Wang Qing’s gaze beneath the mask subtly shifted, and he then realized that the other party had mistaken him for the Dao Child of the Heavenly Fortune God Clan.

He couldn’t help but let out a sneer: ”One million source stones!”

Long Qinghong’s anger suddenly died down, a flash of inspiration striking his mind: why not use this opportunity to trick the other party?

He raised an eyebrow and shouted, his tone both provocative and probing: ”Hmph, two million source stones! Bid if you dare!”

As his words fell, he stared intently at window three, his palms slightly sweaty.

What he waited for, however, was Wang Qing’s merciless ridicule:

”Fool, is your Primordial Spirit Treasure worth two million source stones?!”

Long Qinghong’s expression instantly froze, his entire face turning from red to green.

He had originally intended to lead the other party into a trap, but he hadn’t expected to fall flat on his face himself, becoming the laughingstock in everyone’s eyes.