"Everyone, there is one auction left in today's auction and it is about to end completely. Thank you very much for your support." The host talked endlessly while holding the microphone, saying a few words in the scene, and finally got to the topic. "Okay, I won't say much nonsense. Next, I'll invite us today's final auction."

After saying that, a well-dressed man was dragging a square plate with both hands, and the plate was still covered with red cloth, and slowly walked onto the stage.

As the man walked onto the stage, for some reason, Ye Lin suddenly had a strong illusion in the box. The feeling was very strong, as if something attracted his mind and could not be removed for a long time.

"How could this happen?" He calmed down and suppressed the feeling. Looking into the distance, he looked at the plate held by the man and the items on the plate. Although it was covered by red cloth, the covered objects still had its shape. It was the shape of a book, about twice as big as a normal book, and the shape had some other contour lines.

"Shan Hai Jing!" Ye Lin recognized it with just a glance.

The host took the thing and waved the man away. After that, he held the plate with one hand and lifted the red cloth with the other. Suddenly, a simple book, which looked like a Buddhist scripture, was engraved with strange tadpole patterns on the surface, and the two sides of the book were inlaid with golden S-shaped books, as if gilded. The book looked very old, as if it was a long time ago. On its surface, there were three silver traditional characters, which read "Shan Hai Jing"!

"Everyone, the last final cultural relic is this book. Don't get me wrong. This is not as simple as a book. Because this book records the mountain and sea scriptures of strange and diverse species, from heaven and earth to ancient demons and rare beasts!" The host held up the book so that everyone present could see it more clearly.

"Shan Hai Jing? How is it possible? Isn't that a cultural relic that has been lost long ago?"

"No, right? This should be a fake?"

"Look at what you said, even if it is a copy, the price of this Shanhai Jing is still difficult to estimate."

"It's true, this Shanhai Sutra should be true." Chen Xuantong's eyes shone, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed greed. "I can clearly feel the fluctuations released from the Shanhai Sutra."

"Senior Brother, don't you think that the fluctuations released by the Shanhai Jing are too weak?" Looking at Chen Xuantong with a crazy look, Su Fangzheng frowned. Hearing this, Chen Xuantong felt as if he was thrown cold water. He was stunned for a moment, and nodded slowly and said, "What you said makes sense. If it is the real Shanhai Jing, the fluctuations released by it are not something we can bear at all."

"So, this Shanhai Sutra is not the authentic one?"

"No. Even if it is a fake or an imitation, it is a treasure no less than a spiritual weapon." Chen Xuantong said. "How can such a treasure be given to others?"

"Everyone, I don't need to say more. I believe you have a clear idea. I won't talk nonsense. The minimum price is 30 million, and the price is no less than one million each time."

"A vulgar person is a vulgar person. A spiritual weapon is only sold for 30 million yuan. Humph!" Chen Xuantong sneered. After the words, he raised his hand and said calmly: "50 million yuan."

"Damn it! The surname of Chen, what do you mean?" Chen Xuantong just finished calling the price and was immediately scolded by Zheng Yu. "You want to block the price at once? There is no way!"

"You can give up if you don't have money." Chen Xuantong glanced at him and said calmly.

"Five thousand five million."

"Sixty million."

"Seventy million."

“Seventy-five million.”

"Eighty million."

Seeing the bidding of those sects as if they could not spend enough money, Ye Lin couldn't help scratching his head. This feeling of depression was so bad. Although he saw the Shanhai Jing and guessed that this was not the real Shanhai Jing, it was just a imitation, but he didn't have the money to compete with others.

"Little junior brother!"

"Second Brother, I'll try it as much as possible." Especially when Ye Lin heard Qin Muyu's anxious voice, he was even more helpless. He glanced at Mu Yang, opened his mouth but couldn't speak. For some reason, he was really hard to speak at this moment. To be honest, if possible, Ye Lin really didn't want to speak, after all, favors were hard to repay.

While observing the words, Mu Yang saw Ye Lin paying attention to the situation below the box at all times, and suddenly understood something. He raised his lips but did not say anything. He glanced at Mu Qingsi, and his eyes were flashing, as if he was planning something. Just as Ye Lin was about to speak, Mu Yang suddenly said to the box: "Three hundred million!"

His voice seemed to be through a loudspeaker, and it was directly transmitted to the bottom of the box. Everyone present was immediately attracted by him.

"Damn!" Zheng Yu felt his head loud when he heard the number of 300 million. He couldn't help but swear. He looked up at the source of the sound, but found that he could only see a layer of reflective glass, and he couldn't see who the person inside the glass. "Who is it? At this time, if I get involved, if I know who he is, I must make him regret it."

Not only him, but others frowned. Three hundred million, this is not a small amount. For major sects, although they can make money every year in their secular bases, they do not have 300 million. However, Muyang is different. As the boss of the Muslim Group, the funds they can mobilize are almost unlimited. Moreover, his industry has a very considerable annual profit. He doesn't take it seriously even though he is only 300 million.

However, his bidding disrupted the balance of major sects.

"Senior brother, there are people in the secular world who regard cultural relics as life. You can calm down and see how people from other sects make a decision." Su Fangzheng saw Chen Xuantong's face darkened, and quickly explained. He didn't want Chen Xuantong to destroy an ordinary person in anger. In that case, the Sword Sect would leave the talk for others to take advantage of others' danger.

"Hmph, that person shouted for 300 million. How could you not annoy me?" Chen Xuantong snorted. The funds of the major sects were actually almost the same. More than 200 million was the limit. Mu Yang's opening completely made them lose the qualification to run for election.

"Three hundred and fifty million." Su Fangzheng had not spoken yet, but Mu Qingxue said lightly. Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by her, a little surprised and ugly. They didn't know the source of the Tianmo Sect's economic source, but they also felt that it was almost the same as them. At the moment, it seemed that this was not the case.

"Four hundred million." As soon as Mu Qingxue finished speaking, Mu Yang added mercilessly.

This increase made Mu Qingxue unable to help but raise her eyebrows. The Tianmo Sect’s available funds are up to 500 million. If it weren’t for the Shanhai Jing, how could she be willing to spend so much money?

(End of this chapter)
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