The mastery of slaughter is indeed a formidable enhancement attribute.
The 3 seconds of increased power greatly benefits team dynamics as continuous enemy kills refresh the skill maintaining the attribute of 100 attack power for 3 seconds.
Thus, Fong Hao felt a sense of satisfaction with this acquisition.
After a brief intermission, the auction resumed.
25th round.
The next item up for bid is the tier of Yasha.
The auctioneer wrapped the gavl, announcing an opening price of 9 million with minimum increments of 150,000.
The tier of Yasha is said to be the tier shed by deities.
A material of extraordinary rarity, far surpassing the essence of the sun or the traces of the earth.
Only a select few special structures or items require the tier of Yasha.
Due to its extreme rarity and high value, it sets a daunting threshold.
Most attendees neither require nor possess blueprints that utilize the tier of Yasha upon learning of its sale.
They merely express astonishment at the merchant alliance's capability to procure such a treasure.
However, by chance, Fongghao possesses an orange blueprint for a wishing pool of which the tier of Yasha is a necessary component.
The more precious and rare it is, the more determined Fong Hao becomes to acquire it in this auction.
Once acquired by others for direct use, one might find it exceedingly difficult to obtain the tier of a yasha for an extended period.
Naturally, this must occur within a certain price range.
Should the cost escalate beyond 1 as financial capacity, one would not persist in the pursuit of acquisition.
As no bids were placed, Fong How felt the surge of joy.
Could it be that like the organ jar, its uniqueness deterred potential buyers? The host reiterated the rarity and value of the tier of Aayasha.
With this, Fungho pressed the bidding button in his private room, offering 9,150,000.
The audience gazed in astonishment towards the second floor, though they could not see the occupants of the room.
They vividly recalled that it had just expended 5 million on an organ jar.
Now, an additional 9 million was being offered for the tier of Aasha.
Whispers circulated among the crowd, questioning when those on the second floor had amassed such wealth.
Seeing that no one else was raising the bid, the host let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the item would not go unsold.
9,150,000 for the first time, 9,150,000 for the second time.
Is there a higher bid? The host raised the wooden gavvel, poised to bring it down when suddenly the bidding light from a thirdf flooror private room illuminated, announcing 9,300,000.
Hearing the new bid, the host as tone shifted from despondency to excitement as he declared, "Ah.
" The esteemed Chu family from the third floor bids 9,300,000.
Is there a higher offer? Fong Hao, seated upon the sofa, was taken aback.
What was going on? Why place a bid? just as the gavl was about to fall, increasing it by a mere 15,000, he suspected that the individual from the third floor might be a pawn arranged by a commercial alliance.
However, with only the two of them in contention, the chances of winning remained considerable.
9,450,000.
The third floor raised the bid again.
9,600,000 9,75,000 9,90,000 10 million.
As Fonggha announced the price of 10 million, a profound silence enveloped the hall.
Although items reaching the 10 million mark were not particularly rare, one questioned whether mere material warranted such an exorbitant price.
On the other hand, the contest between the second and third floors was particularly noteworthy.
It was quite unusual for a buyer on the second floor to dare challenge a prominent figure from the third.
The second floor bidder seemed to be gaining the upper hand.
Meanwhile, within the luxurious confines of the third floor private room, a fairy girl adorned with butterfly wings, sat sulkily upon the sofa.
This enchanting flower fairy, petite and strikingly beautiful, boasted pointed ears akin to those of Sprite, rendering her utterly adorable.
Upon hearing the bid escalate to 10 million, the flower fair's expression shifted dramatically.
Damn it.
Are those wretched orcs attempting to deliberately deceive us? How could the second floor occupants possibly require the tier of Aasha? They must be maliciously inflating the price.
She fumed.
In the eyes of the flower fairy, the top factions resided on the third and fourth floors, perceiving the individuals on the second floor merely as Nouvo Ree.
How could such individuals truly appreciate the value of the tier of Aayasha? And could they even afford 10 million? The likelihood of their actions being a deliberate ploy to undermine her was exceedingly high.
Recently, in the enchanted forest of the fairy race, a considerable conflict erupted with the army of the beastmen.
Although a large-scale war did not break out, tensions were ever present.
The young maiden increasingly suspected that the beastmen were behind it all.
I doubt that, replied one of the fairy guards.
We have kept our intentions concerning the purchase of the tears of Asha secret.
How could the beastmen possibly know about us? Who else would inflate the prices to such an extent? Moreover, we have obtained information about the auction of the tears of Asha through the merchant alliance.
It is entirely possible that the beastmen have received the same news.
The flower fairy girl countered.
The fairy guard found himself at a loss for words.
All of this was merely speculation.
What should we do now? The chieftain has specifically instructed us to bring back the tears of Asha.
Yet the current price exceeds the amount of war coins we can carry.
The tears of Asha were of utmost importance.
As the chieftain had emphasized repeatedly, their ability to restore the fairy race's former glory hinged on acquiring the tears of Asha, which represented a crucial step in their endeavor.
Should they fail to procure at this time, they would continue to face harassment from the beastmen.
The fairy race had once flourished.
Yet now their numbers pald in comparison to those of the beastmen, whose sheer quantity compensated for any qualitative advantages.
What they had initially deemed a sure acquisition suddenly saw an unexpected contender emerged from the second floor, abruptly raising the price to 10 million.
This amount far exceeded their available funds.
Even if they returned to their tribe to gather more coins, they would be unable to meet the required sum during the ongoing auction.
Furthermore, they suspected that the beastmen were deliberately inflating the price, turning them into unwitting victims.
On stage, the host could hardly conceal his excitement as he called out to the private room on the third floor.
10 million and 500,000 war coins going once.
Are there any other bids? All the spectators turned their gaze towards the third floor box.
However, this time silence rained from above, seemingly acquiescing to the offered price.
After confirming three times, the host struck the gavl decisively.
Bang! The tears of Asha were ultimately secured by the individuals in the second floor suite.
With the tears of Asha in hand, they could gather additional materials upon their return and construct the wishing pool.
The wishing pool's functionality would allow them to directly acquire the materials they desired.
Yet even after the gavl fell, the host's excitement was tempered by concern.
He pondered the identity of the third floor bidder.
The entire sequence of events felt orchestrated to maliciously inflate the price, leaving him with significantly diminished savings after all his efforts.
Fortunately, the tears of Asha were indeed precious and would serve a purpose, rendering the expenditure not entirely regrettable.
Before long, the staff delivered the tears of Asha, and Fong Hao paid the corresponding war coins, completing the transaction.
The auction continued, but with his funds nearly depleted, Fong Hao refrained from further purchases.
By 5:00 in the afternoon, the auction concluded, and the group exited the auction house.
Once outside, Fong Ho and his companions enjoyed dinner at a tavern.
As I intended to return, the slender streets had but a few pedestrians.
A few individuals were moving forward when a figure swiftly darted past, blocking their path.
It was a fairy maiden, petite like a Barbie doll, adorned with butterfly wings on her back.
In the next moment, the fair's body expanded dramatically, reaching a height of approximately 1 and 1/2 m.
Her pointed ears accentuating her youthful appearance.
"Is there something you desire?" Fonhow inquired.
His curiosity peaked as he scrutinized the fairy maiden.
The fairy folk, by their very nature, were originally no larger than a Barbie doll, capable of resting in the palm of a human hand.
However, they possessed a particular spell that allowed them to temporarily assume a human-like stature.
Those fairies engaged in commerce within the guild typically maintained this human form.
The fairy maiden glanced at Fong Ha, then at the others beside him, her expression calm as she spoke.
I am aware that you purchased the tier of Yasha, which holds great significance for our kind.
I hope you might consider relinquishing it to me.
Fonga regarded the fairy maiden, instantly deducing she was the bitter from the third floor.