"The effect is outstanding."
When these four words came out of Ning Rongrong's mouth, the entire auction house fell into an even weirder silence than before.
If it was shocking before, then now it is pure absurdity.
One second.
Two seconds.
"Pfft——"
I don't know who couldn't hold it back first, a sneer was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Flower fertilizer? Did I hear you correctly? They used a handful of mud to auction it off as a treasure?"
"Soil from the Ten Thousand Years Trench? A shovel dug at the foot of our Poseidon Island is more than 10,000 years old! Does this thing deserve to be called a treasure?"
Deafening laughter erupted from the Sea Spirit Master's seat.
They leaned forward and backward, some of them laughed so hard that they patted their thighs and almost burst into tears.
The slight awe that was caused by listening to Chao Bei was gone at this moment, replaced by unabashed contempt and ridicule.
The old island owner who took the picture of listening to the tide also stopped kneeling at this moment, turned around and looked at the handful of mud on the stage, his old face was full of confusion and confusion.
On the mainland soul master's side, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Countless eyes focused on Ning Liu, some were angry, some were confused, some were ashamed and angry.
"Our continent will be completely disgraced!"
The faces of several young and energetic soul masters turned red and their fists clenched. If the elders of the sect had not been present, they might have had a fit on the spot.
Ning Fengzhi finally slowly lowered his hand holding the tea cup.
He did not look at Ning Liu, his eyes still fell on his daughter. In addition to shock, there was also a hint of deep thought in his eyes.
He didn't believe that Ning Liu would do something meaningless, but he really couldn't find a reasonable explanation for the scene before him.
In the seat of Wuhun Hall, Bibi Dong twitched his lips and watched this farce with great interest. He seemed to find it much more interesting than the previous so-called treasure auctions.
On the stage, Ning Rongrong felt like she was being roasted on a fire.
Countless looks, ridiculing, scornful, confused, and angry, were like sharp needles, piercing her skin.
Her mind went blank, but the demeanor she had developed over the years prevented her from running away on the spot.
She bit her lower lip, almost bleeding, and forced herself to follow the process.
"This thing... the starting price is..."
She felt her throat was extremely dry, "One... one gold soul coin."
As soon as the price came out, the laughter in the audience not only did not stop, but reached a new climax.
A gold soul coin!
This is no longer an auction, this is a joke!
A sea soul master raised his hand high, with a face full of joking, " A sea soul master raised his hands high, with a face full of teasing, "Buy it back to give my seahorse a nest, maybe it will really grow stronger!"
Three gold soul soul coins! I'll use it to build the wall! Wannian Trench Mud The plastered wall sounds so grand!"
"I'll give you five!"
"Ten! No more! Just think of it as a favor to the Liulitian Sect Leader!"
The bids came and went, but no one was serious. Prices creep up in an extremely slow and insulting way.
Ning Rongrong's face was as white as paper. Her knuckles were clearly defined from the exertion in her hand holding the auction hammer.
Finally, a young sea soul master who looked quite wealthy stood up. He glanced contemptuously at Ning Liu at the VIP table, took out a small purse from the soul tool, and threw it on the steps of the auction stage.
"ding ding ding ding" a few crisp sounds.
"One hundred gold soul coins! This young master bought it!"
He said loudly, the meaning of charity in his tone was undisguised.
"Just think of it as a way to help our poor relatives from the mainland!"
"Okay!"
"Young Master is great!"
There was a burst of cheers and whistles from the Sea Spirit Master's side.
Ning Rongrong looked at the bag of gold soul coins at his feet, feeling as if he had seen a huge humiliation.
She closed her eyes and slammed the auction gavel.
At the VIP table, Ning Liu looked at this scene, his face still expressionless, he just picked up the teacup and took another sip.
Almost at the moment the auction hammer fell, a voice that only he could hear sounded in his mind.
【Ding! The auction of "Ten Thousand Years Trench Soil" was successful, triggering a hundredfold return! 】
【Congratulations to the host for winning 10,000 gold soul coins! 】
【The gold soul coins have been automatically stored in the system space. 】
Ning Liu curled his lips.
The first lot was taken away like garbage. Ning Rongrong felt like she had died once.
She stood on the stage, her whole body cold.
But the matter is not over yet.
There are four more.
A very slim hope arose in her heart.
Perhaps...perhaps the first thing was just a prank by senior brother?
Or are you testing something?
Yes, that must be the case! What follows must be a real rare treasure!
Senior brother will not let me be so embarrassed all the time!
She seemed to have grasped the last life-saving straw. She mustered up some courage again and put her consciousness into the space again to store the soul guide.
Her eyes fell on the second lot.
Then, the fire of hope she had just ignited was extinguished by a basin of ice water from head to toe with a "poof".
The light in her eyes was completely extinguished.
The whole person, from shame and anger, to confusion, to numbness at this moment.
Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Ning Rongrong stretched out his hand expressionlessly and took out the second item from the soul guide.
It was a thorn about one finger long, completely black, and as thin as an ox hair... thorn.
It looks ordinary, even a bit like it was broken off from some rotten wood.
The laughter in the audience gradually stopped.
Everyone was stunned.
If the first thing was mud, they could still take it as a bad joke.
Then what is this second thing...?
Ning Rongrong had given up thinking. Her brain seemed to have stopped functioning. She was just like a puppet on strings, using a voice without fluctuations to read out the introduction that had long been engraved in her mind.
"The second lot is called "The Sting of the Centennial Sea Caterpillar"."
"Explanation: This object was not handled properly when it was pulled out, and 90% of its toxicity has been lost."
She paused, her eyes swept across the whole audience blankly, and continued to add in a straightforward tone.
"But the remaining 10% of the toxicity may... allow ten-year soul beasts or ordinary soul masters to experience... a surge of happiness."
The whole place was dead silent.
This time, even the sea spirit masters couldn't laugh.
They just stared at Ning Rongrong on the stage with their mouths open and blank expressions on their faces, and the so-called "stinger" in her hand.
Throwing thin?
Happy?
What the hell is this? !
On the mainland soul master side, those who originally wanted to defend Ning Liu, saying that he was "high-mannered and upright" and "courteous to the sea soul masters", now completely shut their mouths.
Courtesy?
With a handful of mud and a puncture that can cause diarrhea to show courtesy?
Is this politeness?
This is to rub everyone’s face on the ground!
After a short period of dead silence, someone on the Sea Spirit Master's side finally reacted and let out an extremely exaggerated, sharp laugh.
"Hahahaha! No way! I'm going to die laughing! So happy? Is this Liulitian Sect Master here to make fun of you?"
"I understand! They have nothing to offer in mainland China, so they just want to use this method to impress the public!"
"Returning courtesy? I think Guizhou donkeys have run out of skills! Ridiculous! So ridiculous!"