1891 Slap on Face 6
They hadn’t anticipated that someone else would intervene.

This individual held the authority token from Haitian Auction House, a token possessed by very few people.

Their initial plan had been to steal the spotlight, but now they found themselves more intrigued by watching the unfolding spectacle rather than being part of it.

Upon hearing the bid of 600,000, Zhao Dier recognized Gu Chaoyan’s voice.
Her anger intensified—she believed Gu Chaoyan was purposely challenging her.

“800,000 gold sabers,” Zhao Dier declared, determined to secure the bid for herself. Piaomiao Pavilion truly had formidable resources.

“900,000,” Gu Chaoyan persisted.

“1.2 million!” Zhao Dier’s frustration prompted her to escalate the bidding.

“1.3 million,” Gu Chaoyan countered.

Her aim was to acquire the item while spending as little money as possible. Obtaining the Golden Sabre wasn’t easy, and she needed to allocate funds for the pills as well.

As for who ended up with the item, it didn’t matter as long as she achieved her objective.

Zhao Dier, however, was consumed by fury. She believed Gu Chaoyan was deliberately trying to thwart her, and she was determined to get what she wanted.

“1.5 million!” Zhao Dier shouted.

“1.6 million,” Gu Chaoyan persisted in raising the bid.

“2 million!” Zhao Dier blurted out.

Gu Chaoyan couldn’t help but frown.

Due to Zhao Dier’s stubbornness, the bidding had far exceeded the item’s original value. Although she could continue to raise the price with the Golden Sabre, the auctioneer adhered to a common rule that the overall market should not be disrupted.

Gu Chaoyan decided to withdraw from the auction. It wasn’t a favorable deal to spend such a large sum.

“2.1 million!” Gu Chaoyan exclaimed with a final bid.

Zhao Dier, caught up in the excitement, was determined to keep going.

Before she could voice her bid, the auctioneer stepped forward and announced, “2.1 million gold knives, which already exceeds the original value of the black iron. We cannot proceed with the auction. If you’re willing to pay 2.1 million gold knives for ownership of the black iron, you may come forward and claim it.”

Zhao Dier stomped her foot in clear displeasure.

She had intended to outdo Gu Chaoyan with her golden blade!

What was happening?

Reluctantly, Zhao Dier refrained from agreeing.

Wuxing offered her some consolation. “Elder Miss, this is a low-level, high-grade magical weapon, enchanted armament. One million gold sabers would have been a fair price. Even encountering it would make others covet it. A bid of 1.5 million gold sabers was already quite substantial, and 2.1 million gold sabers is excessively high. If we continue to pursue it at such a price, we may face backlash from many people, including the Elders of Piaomiao Pavilion.”

“…”

“In that case, you can try your best to gain the iron’s recognition as the master. If it does, we will still have achieved some recognition today. Otherwise, we’ll end up with more losses than gains!”

Upon hearing Wuxing’s words, Zhao Dier calmed herself.

Wuxing was right. Spending too much money to reclaim the item would reflect poorly on her in the eyes of the Elders.