To Jiang Tian’s surprise, no one competed with him for the bid. After the auctioneer called the price three times, the hammer finally fell.
“Sir, this lot belongs to you!” The staff member transferred the funds and then presented the remnant map.
And just like that, Jiang Tian easily acquired the Immortal Ruins remnant map.
“He can really afford it? Who on earth is he? This is way too extravagant!”
Li Xinyue also looked incredulous, and the way she looked at Jiang Tian was already different from before.
Usually, when she bought a Louis Vuitton bag for just a few tens of thousands of yuan, she would grit her teeth as if she were a desperate general from ancient times making a last stand, mustering the courage to burn her boats.
But now Jiang Tian spent twenty million Huaxia dollars on a torn piece of unknown paper without even blinking.
“Damn, he’s this rich?”
Yang Wenlun was also stunned, unable to figure out Jiang Tian’s background.
“Xinyue, hurry up and contact our classmates and friends in Jinling to help me look into this. What’s going on with Jiang Tian? Maybe he’s just an agent for those practitioners of arcane arts!” Yang Wenlun said anxiously.
Before Li Xinyue had even finished her phone call, Yang Wenlun was once again shocked by Jiang Tian’s extravagant behavior.
“Here comes the highlight! Tonight’s final lot—”
On stage, even the auctioneer seemed a bit excited, announcing in a loud voice:
“It’s a sachet from the Ming Dynasty of Huaxia, made with Shu embroidery. After authentication, it has been confirmed to be a magical artifact with the effects of refreshing the mind, calming the nerves, and prolonging life. The starting bid is ten million Singapore dollars. Bidding begins now!”
At first, Jiang Tian didn’t pay much attention, but suddenly, his spiritual sense detected an abundance of spiritual energy.
“Windbell Grass seeds!” Jiang Tian’s spiritual sense swept over, and he let out a cry of surprise in his heart.
Windbell Grass, also known as Spirit-Devouring Grass, is known in the cultivation world as a “plant formation.”
It can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and grows extremely rapidly. It is the most important cultivation resource for the late stage of Qi Refining.
It can be used to refine an excellent Nourishing Essence Pill. After taking it, true essence will generate itself, circulating endlessly, strengthening the physical body and expanding the meridians.
It could be said that the value of a single mature Windbell Grass was no less than that of a super formation like the Hidden Dragon Grand Formation, and the Spirit-Gathering Formation at the King’s Villa No. 1 was far inferior by comparison.
“Ten million Singapore dollars!” Jiang Tian raised his paddle.
Even if these were only Windbell Grass seeds, after cultivating them for a year or so—or even just a few months—they could be consumed.
And once they bore fruit and seeds, he could plant them everywhere to help him absorb spiritual energy. The bottleneck of Earth’s scarce spiritual energy would then be solved, and he wouldn’t need to search everywhere for formation materials.
“Damn, he’s bidding again. This time it’s forty million Huaxia dollars. He really doesn’t treat money as money!”
Yang Wenlun looked as if he’d been hit over the head with a club, staring at Jiang Tian blankly, as if he’d lost his soul.
“Fifteen million Singapore dollars!”
But this time was different. Immediately after, a young man dressed in luxurious clothes in the front row raised his paddle.
“Young Master Guo has made his move!”
“Guo Changsheng!”
“Guo Changsheng? That’s a descendant of the Guo family, the number one Chinese family in Singapore! Guo Junfeng’s own nephew!”
“Yes, I heard he runs a company called Dasheng Jewelry, with assets of over ten billion Singapore dollars!”
The moment he raised his paddle, everyone present was stirred, and a buzz of whispered discussion broke out.
Guo Changsheng was in his early thirties, fashionably dressed and handsome. The custom leather shoes on his feet, made by a famous Italian designer, were studded with numerous rhinestones—extremely flashy and polished to a shine. He sat with his legs crossed high, and beside him, a beautiful, tall female secretary with delicate features was dedicated to bidding on his behalf.
“The Guo family is really something, spending sixty million Huaxia dollars on a tiny sachet!”
Who knew how many wealthy tycoons present looked at him with admiration and envy, their hearts shaken.
He raised the bid by five million at once, and many competitors present hesitated.
On one hand, the other party had immense financial resources; on the other hand, the Guo family’s influence in Singapore was too great—as the number one Chinese family, no one dared to offend them lightly.
“Fifteen million Singapore dollars, first call!”
“Fifteen million Singapore dollars, second call!”
“Fifteen million Singapore dollars, third call!”
In the front row, Guo Changsheng sat with his legs crossed, confident of victory. He didn’t take the few competitors present seriously at all.
“The old man’s birthday celebration is coming up soon. That little bitch Guo Lili got lucky somehow—she actually found a master from Huaxia and bought some kind of damn pill that saved Grandfather’s life when he was at death’s door!”
“If I don’t come up with something good as a birthday gift, I’m really going to be overshadowed by that girl! Now more than ten hotels in Singapore are under her management—that’s a very bad signal!”
Just as the auctioneer on stage was about to bring down the hammer, and Guo Changsheng thought it was all settled—
Suddenly, a faint voice rang out: “Twenty-five million Singapore dollars!”
The entire auction hall went silent. Who knew how many people looked in utter shock at the handsome young man holding up his bidding paddle.
“One hundred million Huaxia dollars!”
“When did Huaxia get so many rich people? They really don’t treat money as money. Does his family own a mint?”
Many wealthy people couldn’t believe it.
“Whose son is this? From the accent, he sounds like he’s from Huaxia!”
“From the mainland, and he dares to compete with Young Master Guo for treasures? Does he have a death wish?” Many people present turned their heads to look at Jiang Tian in astonishment.
“Jiang Tian… you…”
Yang Wenlun and Li Xinyue were even more stunned by Jiang Tian’s fierce combination of moves, their eyes wide open.
Yang Wenlun’s cooperation with the Nanyang Guo family had only just begun and hadn’t truly taken off yet. His family’s assets were only about one billion, and he had felt heartache spending just a few million on a thumb ring earlier. But Jiang Tian now? He’d spent a whole year’s profit of their family on a single sachet.
But actually, for Jiang Tian, his psychological price limit was two hundred million Huaxia dollars.
For cultivators, money could be obtained easily, but cultivation resources were something that could only be encountered by chance, not sought.
“Hmm?”
Guo Changsheng also whipped his head around, staring deeply at Jiang Tian, but then he said with a disdainful laugh: “Thirty million Singapore dollars!”
He was the eldest young master of the Guo family, renowned far and wide. If he were frightened off by a country bumpkin from the mainland, wouldn’t he be laughed to death if word got out?
At this point, Jiang Tian stopped bidding. Instead, a mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The Guo family, huh?
Then he wouldn’t compete with them.
Anyway, he was going to make his move tonight. When the time came, if he told them to hand it over, they would have to obediently present it.
Seeing Jiang Tian put down his paddle, Guo Changsheng immediately sneered coldly and shook his head in disdain: “A country bumpkin from the mainland dares to compete with me? He simply doesn’t know life from death!”
The auctioneer on stage, following convention, called the price three times and was about to bring down the hammer. Just as Guo Changsheng thought the sachet was about to fall into his hands—
Suddenly, a faint voice once again resonated through the hall: “Thirty-five million Singapore dollars!”
Everyone turned around in surprise to see a woman in a black low-cut evening gown, with a figure both fiery and alluring, like a wicked and seductive black swan, raising her paddle.
The heiress of the Hilton fortune, international socialite—Paris Hilton!
“Fine, you win!”
Guo Changsheng cursed resentfully, lit a cigar, bit down on it, and took a fierce drag, giving up on the bid.
“Thirty-five million, first call!”
“Thirty-five million, second call!”
“Thirty-five million, third call!”
The auctioneer, flushed with excitement, called out the price loudly and then brought down the hammer heavily: “Congratulations, Ms. Paris Hilton. This sachet belongs to you!”
When the wooden gavel fell, the entire hall erupted.
The Hilton family truly had immense wealth! This was equivalent to one hundred and fifty million Huaxia dollars!
And all for just a sachet!
But what was shocking was yet to come.
As everyone stood up, Paris Hilton walked over to Jiang Tian and handed him the sachet, saying with a charming smile: “Mr. Jiang, this little item is a gift for you!”
“What? A sachet bought for a huge sum, and she just gives it away like that?” Everyone was stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
“He actually knows the socialite Paris? And Paris gave him the sachet she paid a fortune for?”
Yang Wenlun was completely dumbfounded, shocked into a stupor.
That was a world-class socialite! Jiang Tian… a good-for-nothing playboy who just coasted through life—how could he possibly know her?
“Heh, you’re very smart!” Jiang Tian took the sachet and left the auction hall with the crowd.
Yesterday, the Hilton sisters had actually been staying in the same hotel as Jiang Tian.
In the middle of the night, another large batch of venomous snakes had crept in, but they were all slain by the protective talismans Jiang Tian had given them.
Moreover, the snake-charmer warlock in the park several hundred meters away had suffered a backlash from the arcane arts and was killed by the venomous snakes he himself had controlled. The next day, related news would break out.
Actually, Jiang Tian had glanced at the news and realized that this snake-charmer warlock was actually an old acquaintance—Elder Lan of the Five Poisons Sect, also one of Guo Lili’s attendants. Back when they went to the White Ape Valley, he had been by her side.
The Hilton sisters, who had also seen the news, immediately knew that Jiang Tian was an expert who had saved their lives. That was why Paris Hilton and her sister were repaying the favor.
Since the other party was repaying a favor, Jiang Tian wouldn’t say thanks—he would only say she was smart.
“Paris, who is that Huaxia country bumpkin? You gave him the item?” Guo Changsheng swaggered over, shaking his head, and asked with a smile.
“Oh, a magician. He performs very wonderful magic tricks!”
Paris gave him a sympathetic look, then held her head high and left the auction hall.
Your Guo family is going to be in trouble.
“What magician? Do you take me for a fool?” Guo Changsheng spat resentfully.
…
“Found the information?”
Yang Wenlun saw Li Xinyue’s phone slip from her hand and clatter to the floor. Her face had turned as pale as paper. He lit a cigarette and asked curiously.
“Do you know about the Medicine King Group?” Li Xinyue said blankly.
“Who doesn’t know about them?”
Yang Wenlun’s face showed deep yearning as he said: “The number one pharmaceutical stock in Huaxia today, with a market value of over a hundred billion. And the Qingtian Laboratory even produced a Nobel Prize winner in Medicine! Several major families in Jinling—the Nie family, the Sun family—and several large listed companies like Changhai Real Estate were all brought down by them!”
Not to mention Yang Wenlun, even his scheming father, who had been struggling in the business world for many years, praised the Medicine King Group endlessly.
At a time when the global economy was increasingly sluggish under the impact of the financial crisis, the Medicine King Group rose against the trend, like a legendary myth.
“The Medicine King Group belongs to the Jiang family of Jinling, and Jiang Tian is the crown prince of the Jiang family of Jinling. Zhang Wanqing, the chairman of Medicine King, is Jiang Tian’s own mother!” Li Xinyue said, her voice trembling, with mixed feelings.
