When the auctioneer's hammer came down, Jia Xitong knew her worries were right.
She sat heavily on the ground, looking as if her beloved host had died.
It's over.
Completely over.
Her money was saved, but her spiritual marrow flew away.
On the other side
Pu Yun was also stunned upon hearing the auctioneer announce the result.
What is this?
She spent nine million seven hundred thousand pearls of low-grade spirit stones to buy a barren mountain with a reserve price of seven hundred thousand that had failed to sell three times.
Out of those nine hundred seventy thousand pearls, four hundred thousand were her lifebound magical artifact.
Pu Yun was instantly dumbfounded.
She stood there stunned.
What treasure could be hidden in this barren mountain that would warrant such a hefty price in spirit stones?
No, that's wrong!
All auctioned barren mountains had been checked by cultivators.
Virtually zero spiritual power, nearly zero demon beasts.
