Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1688 - 1012: Flower Inquiry Dew

The beauty serving at his side noticed his displeased expression and smiled openly:

"Young Master Shen, why get upset with those ignorant fools? I heard that the Ying Dragon captured alive by Lord Feng Xu is the last True Dragon in this world.

The rarity of its Dragon Blood naturally draws countless people into a frenzy.

If it doesn’t attract interest, wouldn’t that mean the Dragon Blood is unworthy of its name, and there’s no value in going through the trouble to obtain it?"

Shen Qilang’s expression eased slightly. He switched the leg he had crossed and slowly leaned back into the seat, squinting his eyes to enjoy the beauty’s service.

Well, let’s not forget we’re in the Earth Realm of the Mortal World.

Having hidden his identity, he competes here fairly.

As such, no one needs to fear or respect his supreme status, and competing against him is an ordinary matter.

He had no shortage of Spirit Stones; he would stubbornly fight this person to the end just to dampen their spirit.

He slowly called out a number.

Another beauty lifted a cup to Shen Qilang’s lips, feeding him fine wine. Then, she gracefully swayed her hips, raised her jade-like arm, and wrote beneath the light screen:

"One hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, Shen Qilang."

As the illuminated characters appeared on the Mystic Light Mirrors in every private room, a tremendous uproar erupted, with exclamations rolling like waves.

"A hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones?! Could it be a mistake, writing top-grade instead of upper-grade Spirit Stones?!"

"Fool! The bidding has already reached seventy thousand upper-grade Spirit Stones; how could the bid go lower? It is undoubtedly a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones!"

"My goodness, who on earth could this Shen Qilang be, to produce a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones all at once?

No matter how precious the Dragon Blood is, it’s merely one goblet. That’s a significant investment indeed."

"Significant? I heard what’s being auctioned today is a whole Ying Dragon, with its precious Dragon Horn, Dragon Scale, Dragon Meat, and Dragon Ball yet to be offered.

For a mere goblet of Dragon Blood, this Young Master Shen casually throws out a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones.

So, to him, even a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones is just a small amount."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, truly remarkable indeed..."

Inside a private room, Baili An’s brows furrowed repeatedly, his face puzzled for a long time, and then as if he realized something, a wisp of a cold smile appeared in his eyes.

He took out a bright red Treasure Bead from his collar, spinning it leisurely with his fingertips, eyes distant and inscrutable.

Others did not know why this Shen Qilang would bid a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones for a goblet of Dragon Blood.

He, however, had guessed a bit of the real intention.

Ning Feiyan had once said, the Emperor, the Water God, was naturally amorous.

Although his divine status was proper, he was fond of flirting and spreading his affection everywhere.

But the Kunlun God, the Emperor’s rightful wife, was indifferent by nature, showing an almost cruel tolerance toward her husband.

She never inquired into his messy romantic affairs, nor would she make a fuss like ordinary women do about such things.

This indulgence gave the Demon World an opportunity to exploit.

The former Demon Lord once employed a scheme of seduction, unleashing three thousand Enchanting Demons from Beiyuan Forest.

Forcibly drawing the Water God from the Upper Pure Immortal Realm into the Demon World.

The Emperor was unbelievably carefree, even as a Venerable Immortal daring to enter deep into the Demon World.

He lingered in Beiyuan Forest for hundreds of years, exhausting his own body, his Divine Origin nearly stolen, he was barely saved.

If not for the Empress breaking through the Three Worlds to rescue him from Beiyuan, the esteemed Emperor might have perished there.

Though his life was saved precariously, his health was irreparably damaged.

For someone as amorous as him, it was akin to a catastrophe.

In the past millennia, he tried every means to repair his body.

Yet, the damage to his divinity was not something ordinary treasures of heaven and earth could restore or nurture back.

And this Dragon Blood...

Though the White Dragon was a female dragon, the Dragon Blood was inherently pure and resilient, best used to cleanse and rejuvenate divine nature.

Today, the price he paid was thus within reason.

But he would not allow anyone to randomly take Little White’s blood for such sordid purposes.

Even if it were a Venerable Immortal!

Baili An lifted his pen, and a new bid appeared on the light screen:

"A hundred and ten thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, One Drop of Blood, Qingzhi!"

Amidst the uproar, Baili An’s eyes turned cold and dark instantly.

It seemed that even without his intervention, Shen Qilang would not easily obtain this goblet of Dragon Blood.

The pen he raised slowly lowered again.

Baili An forced himself to suppress the agitation in his heart.

He rubbed his wrist and, regaining his composure, stared silently at the screen, lost in thought.

"A hundred and ten thousand top-grade Spirit Stones?!"

Shen Qilang seemed to sense a slight malice and sneered coldly: "Who on earth is this One Drop of Blood, Qingzhi?"

The beauty attending to his leg said: "One Drop of Blood? Sounds like a newly risen force within the Demon Alliance, its background shrouded in mystery.

They say every member of One Drop of Blood is of Demon Clan origin, truly interesting."

Shen Qilang snorted: "Absurd! Within the Demon Clan, all beings transforming from nature are under the control of Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan, meant to assist in aiding all life.

Who gave them the right to establish their own alliance! Such audacity!

This Demon Alliance One Drop of Blood? Very well! I, this lord...Cough, I, Shen, will remember this."