The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1173: Are You Mad Or Not?

Chapter 1173: Chapter 1173: Are You Mad Or Not?

Carson Flores’s eyes lit up, excellent stuff!

Divine Thunder Sophora Wood could only be formed during three stages: during the Transformation Phase to True Self Phase advancement, True Self Phase to Great Demon Phase advancement, and Great Demon Phase Tribulation Crossing Ascension.

This piece of Divine Thunder Sophora Wood was the product of a tree demon’s failed advancement to the True Self Phase. Although its quality was not as high as that left by a failed Ascension, it was already very good. After all, for over ten thousand years, everyone knew that Ascension meant certain death.

"Divine Thunder Sophora Wood can be used in medicine or Artifact Refining, both as top-tier materials. The starting bid is Ten Million Spirit Stones, with each bid increment being a minimum of Five Hundred Thousand Spirit Stones."

"The auction begins."

No sooner had the words fallen, than people began raising their bid signs, and not just one person.

Good stuff attracts those who know quality, and increases demand.

"Ten Million!"

"Eleven million!"

"Fifteen million!"

"Twenty million!"

The price soared, as if what they were bidding with weren’t Spirit Stones, but mere pebbles that cost nothing at all.

Carson Flores didn’t hurry to join in the bidding; after all, the highest bid wins, regardless of whether the offer is made early or late.

Soon, the price climbed to fifty million, and many bidders began shaking their heads, reluctantly giving up.

Fifty Million Spirit Stones, that was no small sum!

Only two bidders were left, a white-haired old man and a young man.

The white-haired elder had a fierce look and swept a cold glance over, sizing up his competition before lifting his bid sign.

"Fifty-one million!"

The young man smiled slightly, his demeanor proud.

"Fifty-five million."

The young man exuded an air of determination to win, and after calling out his price, his gaze settled on the face of the white-haired old man, brimming with a provocative meaning.

The white-haired old man turned his head, and their gazes collided in midair, sparking countless imaginary flames.

The elder’s eyes were sharp as daggers, while the young man’s gaze was haughty, unyielding, and they faced off tit for tat.

After a few seconds, the elder turned away and sat down in silence.

This was an auction after all, where harsh words and such were just displays of financial inadequacy. Moreover, anyone who dared to bid so extravagantly, carelessly throwing around tens of millions of Spirit Stones, surely had a significant background and strength, right?

The young man, watching the white-haired old man sit down, let a slight smirk curl the corners of his mouth, his expression somewhat triumphant.

"Fifty-five million, going once. Any higher bids?"

Carson Flores raised his bid sign: "Add fifty thousand."

The entire crowd turned their attention to Carson Flores, their eyes filled with surprise.

A hidden bidder!

Impressive composure, to only make a move now.

The haughty young man suddenly turned, his gaze sharply falling on Carson Flores, a touch of anger in his eyes.

You wait until I’ve defeated the other bidders before you make your move?

Do you see me as just a stepping stone?

The young man did not hesitate to raise his bid: "Sixty million!"

After calling out his price, he looked defiantly at Carson Flores, assuming a posture of assured victory.

Carson Flores ignored the young man’s aggressive gaze, casually raising his bid sign.

"Add fifty."

All eyes in the hall took on a knowing look.

Though Carson Flores only added fifty, it was on top of the young man’s bid; that made it Sixty Million and Fifty Thousand!

As calm as a gentle breeze!

The young people nowadays are wealthier than the last, and even bolder with their spending!

The haughty young man coldly raised his bid again, this time adding a whopping Nine Hundred and Fifty Thousand to round it up.

"Seventy million!"

Before the auctioneer could even turn towards him, Carson Flores had already calmly raised his bid sign once more.

"Add fifty."

The atmosphere in the hall grew more and more peculiar, especially among the bidders who had just failed, now looking at the haughty youth with a somewhat gleeful anticipation.

Weren’t you quite the swaggerer just now, thinking you had all the money in the world? Now you’ve met your match, haven’t you?

He’ll add only fifty thousand no matter how much you bid.

Are you annoyed yet?

Under the watchful eyes of all, the haughty young man’s face could barely contain his embarrassment.

Losing an auction was normally not a big deal, but he’d been too arrogant just now, and now Carson Flores’s calm bidding was slapping him in the face, naturally drawing attention and laughter.

The haughty young man wished he could fly a sword straight through that brat across from him and puncture a hole in him.

Fighting with me, are you asking for death?

But this was an auction house, frequented by the Great Sects from all across the world. Anyone who started something here would become infamous.

The haughty young man gritted his teeth and called out an even higher bid.

"Eighty million!"

"Add fifty!"

Hearing Carson Flores’s calm voice, the haughty youth felt like he had swallowed a fly, uncomfortable to the core.

Can’t you fucking up your bid a bit more?

Always just adding fifty, are you playing with me?

Laughter began to break out around them, and as laughter is contagious, low chuckles and whispers soon filled the entire auction house.

The young man’s eyes reddened slightly as he stared at Carson Flores, shouting loudly: "One hundred million!"

As soon as his voice fell, the entire hall erupted into a buzz of astonishment.

One Hundred Million Spirit Stones, that was an astronomical price!