I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1087 - 1088 Made a Fortune

Chapter 1087: Chapter 1088: Made a Fortune Chapter 1087 -1088: Made a Fortune Moments later, Li Xiaobai appeared from nowhere, flashing back behind the curtain to his seat.

Xiaohong and Xiao Lu’s expressions were slightly startled—could it be the secret of the Icy Frost Sect that this young man was auctioning off?

Selling one’s own sect’s secret at an auction—that was incredibly extravagant!

“Young man, you have guts. I admire that. If I’m not mistaken, there must be more than just the Icy Frost Sect backing you.”

Elder Zhang said indifferently.

“How can you say that, elder? As the young master of the Icy Frost Sect, I am naturally loyal only to my sect. How could I seek refuge under another’s banner? The bid I made was my utmost attempt to contribute to my sect, alas, my power falls short!”

“Why don’t you help me secure these three Cultivation Techniques, elder? Afterward, my Icy Frost Sect is willing to give double the compensation. What do you think?”

Li Xiaobai sighed as he spoke.

“Sweep the snow from your own doorstep. My arms aren’t that long.”

Elder Zhang dropped a comment and said no more, unwilling to be drawn into the scheme.

The auction reached its climax, with one exorbitantly priced item after another dazzling the attendees.

As he watched the cultivators bid cooperatively, Li Xiaobai felt quite satisfied, not needing himself to act as a shill. As various treasures appeared, the auction hall virtually bubbled with excitement—after all, the items showcased toward the end were usable by cultivators at the Half-Holy Level.

Who wouldn’t love such treasures, and who wouldn’t want to own them? In that moment, the second-floor VIP rooms went utterly mad. The major sect leaders competed eagerly in bidding, awaiting exactly this moment.

Though the treasures offered earlier were excellent, they didn’t cause a frenzy like the finale, the ultimate target for many.

Calls of bids arose continuously; the first floor quieted down, with almost all advanced bids coming from the second floor. Discussing financial power, naturally, those VIP elders had a richer foundation, not to mention that the cultivators on the first floor had already exhausted their Immortal Stones in earlier frantic bidding rounds, leaving them unqualified to compete with the second floor.

Yet, they were satisfied, for at such an auction, securing even a single overlooked gem was a gain; they contently watched the final precious items as mere spectators.

“Young man, not securing a single treasure might leave you with regrets!”

Inside the private box, Elder Zhang seemed to speak with an implication.

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“No worries, I came here today just to broaden my knowledge. Being able to meet so many esteemed seniors and get acquainted with top-notch experts like the Second Elder of Ice Dragon Island is an honor in itself. As for coveting the treasures at this auction—far be it from me to even think about it.”

“Young Master Li, observing these finale items, they are indeed rare treasures. Do you have no plans to bid, Elder Zhang?”

Li Xiaobai asked.

“A mere legacy of a Semi-Saint, what’s there to fight over?”

Elder Zhang said dismissively, his tone showing disdain. A Semi-Saint he could eliminate with a glance, uninterested in their leftovers, and his cherished disciple’s cultivation level was also insufficient to utilize those Magic Treasures of the Semi-Saints.

“Elder, you are truly domineering.”

Li Xiaobai suddenly realized that the old man’s criteria for buying and selling his collection had only one standard, and that was whether his beloved disciple could make use of it. To swindle money from this old fellow was not just a little difficult. However, this trip wasn’t entirely fruitless; although he had lost a Huazi, he had successfully delivered the Hellfire into the hands of a Saint Realm powerhouse.

With careful nurturing, the person would soon discover the subtleties within and thereby invest a great deal of resources. Hellfire could then grow robustly. This was a significant opportunity; sooner or later, he would find a chance to reclaim the flames, and his strength would surge tremendously.

“One billion!”

“One billion one hundred million!”

“One billion three hundred million…”

From the second floor, bidding voices rose and fell repeatedly. Cultivators from various major sects were going crazy for the last few prized items, all of which were supplied by Li Xiaobai—these included some items from Half-Holy Chen Heyan and some rare treasures he had accumulated himself, all extraordinarily unique.

“One billion three hundred million top-grade Immortal Stones, the last item belongs to the high Elder of the Five Poison Cult!”

Zong Guolong’s small hammer rang, announcing the end of the auction.

Li Xiaobai looked around, and it seemed that he hadn’t seen any familiar faces at the auction. Wu Chengjue, Big Sister, and the others should have been there by rights, but they weren’t seen.

Most who came here were high-level Elders from major clan sects, holding great financial power in their hands.

“Young man, tomorrow the Island Master will send out invitations, inviting talented young individuals of good understanding to White Jade Tower for a discussion. I am looking forward to meeting you again; next time we meet, do let me see your true capabilities,” Elder Zhang spoke leisurely as he slowly rose, his tone ominous.

Before Li Xiaobai could say anything more, the Elder’s wizened body blurred and phased right through the curtain, melding into the void—a signature of a Saint Realm powerhouse.

“Young Master Han, you should understand what my master means,”

“Tomorrow’s gathering, called ‘Tea Tasting and Philosophizing,’ seeks to network with talents across the world, yet it actually signifies choosing sides. Today my master deigned to share a room with you; tomorrow, who you speak for and whom you serve, you had better think it over carefully.”

Xiao Hong and Xiao Lu lightly dropped these words and then swept away.

Li Xiaobai sat on the Taishi Chair, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, naturally understanding the implications. As the saying goes, unsolicited favor is either conniving or thievery. This Second Elder had taken the initiative to sit with him in a private room, partly to probe his depth and partly as a warning.

The martial competition event typically saw retail participants eliminated in the first round, leaving only the organized monks. Organizations inevitably had leaders. The surface premise of tomorrow’s tea gathering was to philosophize and make friends, but in reality, each major force’s champions needed to form their groups, elevating one person among tens or even hundreds of young talents to the top. If you didn’t form your own group to stand a better chance in the competition, you’d have to join someone else’s group and play a supporting role.

And if one did neither, they’d simply become unprotected independents and be swept out in the charge of various prodigious factions.

Today, Elder Zhang had approached him out of curiosity, but upon discovering his distinction, sought to recruit him—probably targeting his prodigious yet unnamed disciple.

But all these matters were of no concern to him; he was there to find Long Xue, and he was at the White Jade Tower tomorrow to gather information about her whereabouts. He had no intention of participating in the martial competition or charting allegiances.

Find the person and then slip away, just that simple.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

Someone knocked on the wall outside the curtain—it was Zong Guolong.

“Young Master Han, today’s auction has indeed been a great harvest; my Ancient Dragon Pavilion has benefitted from your presence. This auction netted a profit of six billion, and according to convention, the auction house takes ten percent—six hundred million. The remaining five billion four hundred million will soon be handed to you.”