Soon enough, Ryan Ling and the others followed Harvey “Million” Jin into the private suite. Harvey was seriously loaded—the suite was in a prime spot, one of only three Heaven-Tier Suites at the whole auction, and the daily rate was a million yuan. But Harvey, being the king of flex, always booked a whole month at a time. The man’s wealth was literally mountainous.
Getting in with a guy like Harvey Jin? Ryan figured his days of scraping by were officially over.
Across the hall, Greg Rory and Living Buddha Sangji entered another Heaven-Tier Suite. The two sides locked eyes, cold and hostile.
Ryan had zero patience for these people. Thanks to Harvey’s intro, he found out that Greg Rory—the dude with the sky-high ego—was actually the head of Peachvale County’s number-one family. The guy had his fingers in every pie, and everyone sucked up to him. Harvey, on the other hand, just couldn’t stand him, so they clashed all the time.
Digging a little deeper, Ryan realized Bill Wu was Greg Rory’s godson. Back at Prosperity Tower, Ryan hadn’t gone all-out on the Wu clan—he’d held back so things wouldn’t get too messy. But now, Bill was glaring daggers at him from across the room. No doubt he’d begged Greg for backup, and dragged in this so-called Living Buddha too.
Whatever, bring it on. First priority: win the magic artifact. If they want to throw down, Ryan’s not backing down for a second.
Those trial moves from the Purgatory Soul-Suppressing Art? Perfect chance to test them out on this crowd.
“Honored guests, welcome back to the Heavenly Dragon Auction House! Tonight’s lineup is stacked, and we even have a magic artifact—the Demon-Snaring Bowl—freshly unearthed from the underground palace beneath Leifeng Pagoda. It’s a once-in-a-decade event! I know you’re itching to bid, so let’s jump right in. First up: Zhang Daqian’s ‘Lotus Painting,’ starting at one million!” The hostess, a modern beauty, finished her spiel as a two-meter-long scroll unfurled onstage.
The crowd went wild the moment the painting appeared.
"One point five million!"
"Two million!"
"Three million!"
"Five million!"
...
After a round of frenzied bidding, the first painting shot up to nineteen million. Ryan’s heart was pounding—he’d never seen anything like it before.
Next up was a piece of celadon, starting at two million and rocketing to twenty million in no time.
Third item: a pair of gold bangles once worn by a Qing dynasty princess. Final price? Thirty million.
It was like everyone here was burning cash just for the thrill of it!
But Harvey Jin just squinted, totally unfazed. The other two Heaven-Tier Suites didn’t react either—clearly, this kind of stuff was old news to them.
“Honored guests, next up is a rare Warring States bronze sword, freshly unearthed from a general’s tomb by a tomb raider. The blade is spotless, still razor-sharp. Starting bid: ten million!” The hostess presented the ninth lot, and Harvey Jin finally perked up.