The woman in the purple dress noticed the same pattern too. She frowned as soon as she saw the old


    man frown, and she immediately said to him, “Are you saying that he might want to outbid us for the


    furnace that we came here for?”


    The old man nodded. “If he is an alchemist as we suspected, then yes, I believe he’ll be interested in


    that furnace too.”


    After thinking for a while, the girl smiled and said, “Sigh, we don’t need to be afraid of him right, Mister


    Musa? He might be interested in that furnace, but he probably won’t have as many spiritual stones as


    we do. I mean, he already spent about a hundred million spiritual stones, so he probably won’t have the


    funds to outbid uster. Ordinary alchemists won’t be able to use that furnace either. The minimum


    proficiency to utilize it to its fullest is at least second–grade high–rank. Otherwise, it’ll be a waste of its


    potential.”


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    Musa could only smile bitterly. “Haven’t you noticed? He only bids for spiritual herbs that are at least


    third–grade low–rank, and even then, he tends to focus on those that can be used for alchemy. I’m


    starting to suspect that he’s a third–rank


    alchemist.”


    The girl gasped in shock when she heard that because she knew how terrifying it would be if that was


    the case.


    The sect that they belonged to was rtively good, but that was mainly because of the three second–


    grade high–rank alchemists and two second grade medium–rank alchemists within their ranks. It was


    the very reason that their sect could achieve good progress within the past two years, even to the


    extent of surpassing many other sects.


    However, they did not have any third–rank alchemists, and they were constantly hoping that one of the


    three second–grade high–rank alchemists could make a breakthrough to third–grade low–rank


    alchemist as soon as possible. The future of their sect would be even brighter if that were sessful.


    “That’s ridiculous! He’s so young! It can’t be possible! You sure know how to crack a joke, Mister


    Musa!” The girl in the purple dress shook her head after considering that possibility. She felt that it was


    something that could never happen.


    Mister Musa smiled wryly and said, “Let’s hope my guess is wrong. But if he does turn out to be a


    third–rank alchemist, he would definitely want what we came here for. I’m afraid we’d have no choice


    but to enter a bidding war with him.”


    Caroline took out the next item and exined what it was to everyone. “Next up, we have a fourth–


    grade spiritual herb up for auction. The starting price is fifteen million, and every subsequent bid must


    be done in increments of at least ten thousand high–grade spiritual stones. Now let the bidding begin!”


    A fourth–grade spiritual herb, even a low–rank one, was naturally very valuable. After all, it was very


    beneficial for those whose have reached the attainment of a warrior king. Everyone looked at Severin


    at that moment, and started to wonder if he would start bidding again.


    After all, none of them would dare to bid higher than him if he did make a bid, not that they would ever


    be able to outbid him


    anyway.


    Severin smiled and said, “I’ll bid twenty million spiritual stones. It would be disgraceful to bid any lower


    than that because this is a fourth–grade low–rank spiritual herb.


    Everyone was speechless. Severin was so bold that he increased the starting bid by five million! No


    one would dare to name a higher price than he did! However, everyone knew that such an herb was


    estimated to be worth at least thirty million high- grade spiritual stones.


    “Mister Severin bas bid twenty million high–grade spiritual stones! Does anyone wish to make a higher


    bid?” Even though. Severin had raised the price significantly, Caroline was a little dumbfounded at the


    time because she realized that no one from the audience had raised their hands.


    She nced up at Jeremy in VIP Room Two and saw him turn his head away. It was as if he was


    telling her, “This has nothing to do with me.‘


    “No further bids? In that case, going once… going twice… and sold for twenty million dors to Mister


    Severin from VIP Room One!” Caroline smiled and continued.