Chapter 629: Chapter 628 Monk Kuwu Chapter 629: Chapter 628 Monk Kuwu After a moment of thought, the woman in the bamboo hat finally spoke up and bid, “Eleven thousand Spirit Crystals.”
“What’s there to vie for over such a damaged bell?” the people below discussed with confusion.

“Could there be some secret hidden within?”
The people on the first floor didn’t have much money to begin with, and those on the second floor had their own items they wanted to auction.

So naturally, if the price was too high, they were reluctant to waste Spirit Crystals on other items.

“Twenty thousand Spirit Crystals,” Xu Zimei said without a second thought upon hearing the woman in the bamboo hat.

“The gentleman from the Bamboo Suite bids twenty thousand Spirit Crystals, does anyone else want to raise the price?” the old man in the red robe asked with a chuckle.

Originally thought to be just a damaged item, he hadn’t expected the pleasant surprise.

The woman in the bamboo hat then fell completely silent.

“Then it’s settled, this bell from the Divine Demon Battlefield goes to the gentleman from the Bamboo Suite,” said the old man in the red robe after waiting a moment and promptly banging the gavel to seal the deal.

Not long after, a maid came in carrying a tray with the bell on it.

According to the auction’s rules, it was definitely a case of cash on delivery.

Xu Zimei looked at Lin Feng, who paid the twenty thousand Spirit Crystals with a troubled expression.

Originally, he had thought that Xu Zimei wouldn’t need these Spirit Crystals and that he could casually use them to bid for items he was preparing for the Nine Skies Summit.

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Unfortunately, given the current situation, it was debatable whether even one million Spirit Crystals would be enough.

Xu Zimei took the bell and started examining it in his hands.

The bell was roughly the same size as an ordinary bell, entirely dark brown, with some areas rusted and peeling, suggesting great antiquity.

Inside the bell, the clapper was a round, stone-like object, which still produced a faint ringing when shaken gently in hand.

There was nothing recognizably special about the bell, and if others didn’t say it had been brought out from the Divine Demon Battlefield, it would probably be considered inferior to a normal bell.

“Does this bell serve any purpose?” Jiang Changsheng asked from the side.

“I can’t tell at the moment,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

He couldn’t feel any energy inside the bell.

“Just a bunch of scrap copper and iron, what good can it do,” Lin Feng remarked from the side.

“Do I need you to tell me whether it has a use?” Xu Zimei countered.

“I don’t need to say, you can explain it to father when we get back,” Lin Feng responded.

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The auction on the first floor was still ongoing, with more and more items being sold.

As time passed, the bidding prices grew higher and higher.

Finally, when the old man in the red robe brought out a purple flower, Lin Feng started paying serious attention.

The purple flower was only the size of a palm, with six petals, each inscribed with many Sanskrit symbols.

Gazing at the purple flower for too long seemed to make one hear the low murmur of chants.

“The Hindoo Flower, unique to the Myriad Buddha Temple,” the old man in the red robe explained with a smile.

“Offered in the Buddha hall for half a year before one blooms, it can vanquish evil, purify the heart, and protect the body.

It’s extremely rare and precious, and also has a terrifying ability to resonate with Buddhist cultivation techniques and Vein Skills.

The starting bid is one million Spirit Crystals, with each increment not less than one hundred thousand.”
As the old man in the red robe finished speaking, people around the room had already begun to bid.

“One million one hundred thousand Spirit Crystals.”
“One million five hundred thousand Spirit Crystals.”
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Seeing the fierce bidding, Lin Feng said to Xu Zimei, “Brother, father only gave us five million Spirit Crystals for the auction.

If that’s not enough, we’ll have to use your share.”
“That’s your problem.

If you don’t have the Spirit Crystals, you cover it yourself.

I’m not involved,” Xu Zimei waved his hand and refused outright.

Lin Feng’s expression fluctuated, wanting to say something but ultimately held back, clenching his fists without speaking further.

“Three million Spirit Crystals,” Lin Feng called out as he saw the pace of the bidding slowing down.

“So the folks from Great Skies Peak have come to join the fun too,” someone from a room on the second floor spoke up.

“Do you have enough money?

Need me to lend you some?”
“Don’t trouble yourselves with Great Skies Peak’s affairs,” Lin Feng replied indifferently.

He could tell that the people in the opposite room were from Green Skies Peak, and the one speaking was called Yan Song, the Imperial Heir of Green Skies Peak.

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“In that case, I bid three million five hundred thousand Spirit Crystals,” Yan Song said with a smile from the opposite room.

“Four million,” Lin Feng said, his face betraying his discomfort.

The others around, witnessing the rivalry between the two brethren of the same sect, stayed interestedly silent and didn’t place any further bids.

After all, their target wasn’t the Hindoo Flower.

“Four million five hundred thousand,” Yan Song promptly countered.

In the room he was in, a middle-aged man beside him cautioned, “Imperial Heir, our target isn’t the Hindoo Flower.

What if the other party stops bidding?

What then?”
“Don’t worry, he will definitely follow,” Yan Song said with a relaxed smile.

“I bid five million.

Yan Song, if you bid again, I won’t follow and will leave it to you,” Lin Feng spoke coldly.

His aura surged around him, clearly not at peace within.

“A gentleman doesn’t fight over what others desire.

Since you like it so much, take it,” said Yan Song with a laugh.

Before Lin Feng could even take a breath of relief, a voice suddenly rose from the first floor.

“I bid five million one hundred thousand.”
Everyone looked toward the source of the voice, only to see a monk sitting quietly among the crowd on the first floor.

“It’s Monk Kuwu,” someone exclaimed in surprise.

“He was once the first Divine Monk of Myriad Buddha Temple, said to have later been expelled from his order,” another person discussed.

“He dares to show up here?

Isn’t he afraid of being caught by the Myriad Buddha Temple?”
“You don’t know?

The people from Myriad Buddha Temple rarely leave the temple.

For the time being, it’s impossible for them to come to Huohuang City.”
“Five million five hundred thousand,” Lin Feng gritted his teeth and continued bidding.

“Venerable monks of Great Skies Peak, I have no intention of competing with you for the Hindoo Flower, should you agree to one thing for me.

I’ll immediately withdraw and compensate you for all the Spirit Crystals you’ve just outbid,” Monk Kuwu chanted an Amitabha and said calmly.

“What is it?” Lin Feng asked, frowning.

“I have heard that an ancestor of your Nine Skies Peak once defeated Ghost Buddha and acquired his Ghost Zen Six Severings,” Monk Kuwu spoke up.

“I only wish to have a glimpse at the Ghost Zen Six Severings.”
“That’s impossible; the Peak-guarding Vein Technique of our Great Skies Peak is not something to be observed at will,” Lin Feng shook his head and said.

“Since that’s the case, then don’t blame me for not giving up the Hindoo Flower,” Monk Kuwu said, before quoting his bid, “I bid six million Spirit Crystals.”
With a “bang,” Lin Feng slammed the table next to him as his aura grew stronger.

“This Monk Kuwu is courting death,” he said with murderous intent.

“Monk Kuwu is a Venerable at the peak of Vein Practitioners.

It seems you’re not his match yet,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

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