At this moment, all eyes were on Evan Chu. Who the hell was this guy?! A million Starstones—is that something you can just say out loud? Who exactly is he, how could he possibly have so many Starstones? More than those dynasties, more than the most powerful families—he has even more Starstones than them!
Especially the three great families—how many years of wealth have they accumulated just to compete for the Starry Void Sigil?
This young man—just one sentence! One million! Is he just talking nonsense? No way, he’s a Purple-Gold Guest!
When Evan Chu said "one million," even Desmond Mansfield’s eyelids twitched, and his jaw nearly dropped in shock. "Damn, you’re savage!"
Lena Lin and Marcus Lin were both stunned too. No matter how the situation developed, they never expected that, in the end, Evan Chu would burst onto the scene and crush everyone with that jaw-dropping number—one million!
"Where... did he get that many Starstones?"
"Probably from looting the five great dynasties..."
"Then... just how miserable must those five dynasties be now?"
Marcus Lin and Lena Lin exchanged glances. At this moment, neither of them could imagine just how bleak the future of those five dynasties would be—how far they would fall.
Evan Chu made it sound easy, just saying that anything over that number, he’d just treat as a sideshow, like he was only here for the ride. Damn—using a million supreme-grade Starstones as ‘soy sauce’? That’s insane! But the key point is, the earlier situation already made it clear: 850,000 Starstones was the Owens Family’s absolute limit, and the other two apex clans and four dynasties had already given up competing financially.
Right now, Evan Chu was calling out one million—fifteen thousand more than 850,000. How could anyone possibly top that price?
"Is it worth it? Are you really just giving Star-Treasure Pavilion face?"
Desmond Mansfield’s meaning was clear: even if you’d bid 900,000, or just 860,000, the Starry Void Sigil would’ve been yours. Is there really a point to bidding one million? Are you just showing off how rich you are? All it does is make you look like a total upstart!
"Worth it! Of course it’s worth it! It’s so damn worth it! You’ve never experienced that feeling—that rush of crushing everyone, of showing off. It’s just too爽, too exhilarating! For that alone, I could add another hundred thousand, believe it or not! Just look at those old guys’ faces—tsk tsk, it’s so爽!"
"I believe you! I totally freaking believe you! You’re a total maniac!"
Desmond Mansfield just couldn’t figure Evan Chu out. It was only after spending a long time with him that he finally understood: this guy does things for one reason—because it feels爽! To put it bluntly, it’s just one sentence: I damn well want to!
Why care about all those details? You can't buy happiness, and besides, it's not even my own Starstones I'm spending. If I run out, I’ll just go rob some more.
The key reason was that, just a short while ago, Horace Hong had sent a steward over with a special message: Evan Chu had a privilege in Star-Treasure Pavilion’s auction that nobody else had—a privilege granted only to him.
That was: if Evan Chu bought any treasure for more than fifty thousand, he could pay in installments—no extra interest, no handling fees.
This news made Evan Chu absolutely ecstatic. IOUs? Forget one million—even two million, he’d dare to call out. After tasting the sweetness of looting the five dynasties this time, why not do it again later? Anyway, it’s installment payments, so he’s in no rush.
Honestly, Dragon-Chen Legion may have raked in a fortune, but a million supreme-grade Starstones? No way we can swallow that all at once.
Box Nine, Purple-Gold, bids one million Starstones! Anyone got the guts to go higher?
Horace Hong’s face lit right up.
Looks like the Starry Void Sigil’s about to land in Evan Chu’s hands. As long as he quietly sends protection and keeps the riffraff away, his mission’s a lock. The Prefecture Master’s orders? Promotion’s practically signed, sealed, delivered.
If things flipped and the Sigil landed with someone else, Star-Treasure Pavilion would have to pull strings to get it to Evan Chu. That’d be a whole circus.
A million on the table—who’s gonna top that? The four dynasties bowed out, breathing easy. Thank the heavens the Sigil didn’t end up with the three big families. Now all they had to do was keep an eye on those families and wreck their plans. Who actually got the Sigil? Who cares.
And if they found out this mystery kid didn’t have any scary backing, maybe they’d stir the pot, fish in muddy waters, and snatch the Sigil for themselves.
Of the three big families, only Mansfield looked halfway calm. Owens and Baili? Pure hatred on their faces.
Hmph! Dumb brat, you’ll figure it out soon enough—spending a million Starstones just bought you a dream! The Starry Void Sigil’s mine, one way or another!
Saved the Starstones, so now it’s Plan B. Maybe snatching the Sigil from this kid’ll be a walk in the park.
The four dynasties, Owens, and Baili were all scheming, but none noticed that several Holy Emperor elders had already slipped out of the Mansfield box. Earlier, Desmond Mansfield had vanished from Evan Chu’s box too.
Right now, only Nathan Yates stood at Evan Chu’s side.
Clang! The auctioneer’s hammer fell—Starry Void Sigil, officially Evan Chu’s!
But Evan Chu wasn’t heading out just yet. According to his plan, this was only the opening act.
He knew exactly how many eyes were glued to him—not just the three big families and four dynasties, but a whole sea of hungry faces in the crowd.
He was just a Saint Lord. All those Saint Venerables were itching to stir up trouble and grab a piece for themselves. No way Evan Chu could walk out of Yellow-Blade Star-Region alone. Even with Mansfield’s escort, it’d be a nightmare.
Besides, Evan Chu never planned to leave. Getting the Sigil was just the start—this time, he was playing for keeps!
Thanks to the big families and the four dynasties’ elders for letting me win. I’m honestly grateful you didn’t fight me for the Sigil! Promise—when you drop by my place, I’ll roll out the red carpet and give you a surprise you won’t forget!
Can’t wait to see you all again!
When Evan Chu finished, Ouyang Caiyin was fuming. This was pure mockery! Red carpet? Treating our family like beggars? Who wants it!
Hmph! Who do you think you are? You think you deserve to rub shoulders with us? Evan Chu just grinned—this old geezer really knew how to play along, so he kept the banter rolling.
Haha, I’m weak and unknown, that’s for sure. Evan Chu, Throne of Dragon-Chen Legion—that’s me. Maybe you haven’t heard my name, but trust me, you’ll remember it soon enough.
Evan Chu dropped his identity—shockwaves through the hall. Dragon-Chen Legion, Evan Chu? Maybe a nobody before, but now his name rang like thunder! That battle with the five dynasties? Every big power had heard about it.