Chapter 1391: Chapter 759: Aristocratic Family_2 Chapter 1391: Chapter 759: Aristocratic Family_2 “Heh, they’re all just a bunch of cowards, afraid of death,” Eleanor muttered to herself, but her expression remained unchanged.

Eleanor started off with the usual opening remarks. Her voice was gentle and engaging, gradually relaxing the crowd below. However, everyone knew the real highlight was yet to come, so they all listened intently, waiting for the auction to start.

“Alright, no more nonsense, I assume you all don’t like to hear me ramble,” Eleanor chuckled lightly, her smile playful and cute, “Let’s get straight to it, starting with the first item.”

As she spoke, dedicated personnel had already brought up the item. It was a delicate tray, covered with a layer of red silk, mysterious and enticing.

Everyone’s eyes widened with curiosity as they stared at the tray, eager for a glimpse. Seeing this, a playful smile curled at Eleanor’s lips, and she slowly reached out to lift the red silk.

Beneath it was a thousand-year-old Spirit Grass, its color a vibrant green, emitting a faint fragrance, clearly extraordinary. The appearance of the Spirit Grass caused quite a stir, as people below began to talk among themselves, their eyes glittering with greed and desire.

“This Spirit Grass is a rare treasure indeed, I wonder who will take it home?”

“Yes, this Spirit Grass is essential for crafting high-level Elixirs, we must get it!”

“Hmph, getting it won’t be so easy, you also have to see if you have the strength!”

The crowd was buzzing, and the atmosphere heated up immediately. Eleanor stood on the stage, smiling as she watched everything unfold, silently planning her next moves for the auction.

“This thing must have reached a thousand years, huh? A hundred-year-old Spirit Grass can only be considered precious, far from being priceless,” an old man in a flamboyant robe, his eyes gleaming, scrutinized the thousand-year-old Spirit Grass on stage and slowly spoke, “But a thousand years is different, the Spiritual Energy within this grass is so rich it almost overflows, obviously an extraordinary item. This auction house really went big, starting with a bang. It looks like not all of us here might get it, definitely those major powers who are determined to have it.”

A middle-aged businessman beside him nodded in agreement and replied, “Today’s auction is really lavish, I wonder what other fine items await us. With this thousand-year Spirit Grass out first, the later items are sure to be even more spectacular, truly something to look forward to.”

Naturally, there were people who desired this thousand-year Spirit Grass, for those Cultivators who urgently needed it to craft high-level Elixirs or as a precious collection, its value was invaluable. And for those less interested or not strong enough to bid, though tempted, they were far from raising their bidding placard.

At this moment, the bidding had already heated up on the stage. The auctioneer, holding a small gavel, shouted energetically, “This thousand-year Spirit Grass starts at five million gold coins! Please start your bids, honored guests!”

As soon as his voice fell, someone eagerly shouted their price: “Five million!” It was a lavishly dressed young man, his face wearing a confident smile, clearly determined to obtain the Spirit Grass.

“Eight million!” Immediately after, another voice rang out, from a mysterious person sitting behind the crystal window of a Private Box, his voice deep and forceful, exuding an unquestionable resolve.

“Ten million!” At this moment, a woman in an opulent long gown stood up, her eyes ablaze with fervor, clearly filled with desire for the Spirit Grass. Her voice was clear and pleasant, yet carried an unmistakable determination.

As the prices continued to climb, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense. People cast surprised and envious glances, and some even started to chatter.

“The price has already soared so high, it’s unbelievable!”

“It seems that this Spirit Grass is truly extraordinary, even these major powers are willing to spend a lot of money to bid for it.”

“I wonder who will take it home in the end, it’s truly exciting!”

The auction continued, with the price soaring higher and higher. Everyone in the venue held their breath, watching the millennia-old Spirit Grass on stage, anticipating the final result.

Logan sat in front of the crystal window of the private box, holding a delicate Purple Sand Pot, gently sipping the fragrant Spiritual Tea, his eyes revealing a sense of leisure and detachment. He watched as the bidding price below soared, quickly breaking through the ten million Spirit Stones mark. He clicked his tongue twice, shook his head, and silently admired, “This price is astonishing, truly an eye-opener.”

Seeing this, a friend beside him teased with a smile, “Logan, you always say you’re not interested in Spirit Grass. Why do you seem so interested now?”

Logan laughed and waved his hand, saying, “Of course, I have some interest, but I don’t have the strength or appetite to bid for such ancient Spirit Grass. However, this Spirit Grass is indeed worth the price. After all, it’s priceless and not easily found.”

His friend nodded in agreement, “True, such Spirit Grass is rare and fortuitous to encounter here; it’s our blessing indeed.”

Logan just smiled and let it pass, enjoying the buzz of the event more. He leaned back in his chair, casually swinging it, his gaze still fixed on the auction stage.

Finally, with a hammer strike from the auctioneer, the millennia-old Spirit Grass was sold for a sky-high price of thirty million Spirit Stones, marking the auction’s grand opening. Instantly, the whole venue erupted in applause and cheers.

Eleanor stood on the stage, an exceptionally happy expression on her face. Her lips curved into a charming smile, maintaining a polite and graceful demeanor throughout. She thanked the guests below in a gentle voice, her soothing tone like a spring breeze, enchanting everyone.

After the Spirit Grass, the auction did not stop, but became even more lively. Rare Spirit Beasts were presented one by one, each either majestic or adorably petite, drawing many gazes. There were also artifacts crafted by masters, each a unique masterpiece, awe-inspiring.

The array of auction items was dazzling, with bids going higher and higher. Some spent a fortune for their desired Spirit Beasts, others fiercely contested for unique artifacts. The entire venue was filled with a tense and thrilling atmosphere, like a silent battle being waged.

Logan watched with great interest, occasionally discussing his thoughts on each auction item with his friend beside him. He thought to himself, “This auction is indeed fascinating, not only to see various rare treasures but also to feel the intense competition between people. What an eye-opener!”

Logan sat in the private box, showing little interest in the successive auction items, his expression indifferent as if nothing really mattered. He gently swayed his teacup, glancing casually around the venue, quietly considering that this auction was just so-so.

However, at that moment, an item was brought out that finally caused a glint in Logan’s eyes. He sat up straight, his gaze intently fixed on the small vial on the stage.

The auctioneer’s voice rang out timely, filled with excitement and anticipation: