60 Crushing Nie Li in Bidding War

As the bidding war for the Gold Rank Suit continued, Nie Li couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

The opponent he was up against seemed to have limitless wealth, showing no signs of slowing down. Nie Li knew that he couldn't match such financial firepower, and continuing the bidding war was unwise.

With determination etched on his face, Nie Li decided to take a different approach. He raised his hand and called out loud, "Wait!"

The sudden interruption drew the attention of the auction attendees, and a hushed silence fell over the room.

"I sincerely desire this armor," Nie Li declared, his voice carrying a note of earnestness. "But I understand that respected sir must also want it. If you wish, I'm willing to offer a bottle containing a thousand Soul Concentrating Pills in exchange for allowing me to acquire this Gold Rank Suit."

The mere mention of Soul Concentrating Pills sent a murmur through the audience. These pills were highly sought after and had been developed by the Alchemy Association.

They significantly enhanced cultivation and purified Soul Force, making them a valuable commodity.

Those in the audience recognized the immense value of this trade. It seemed like a generous offer, one that could potentially end the fierce bidding war.

Unbeknownst to the audience, Yang Xin sitting on Alan's lap, was the director of the Alchemy Association.

Acquiring Soul Concentrating Pills was well within her capabilities, and Alan had no use for them. Furthermore, he had no intention of trading with Nie Li.

With a cold and dismissive tone, Alan declared, "I refuse."

The rejection hit Nie Li like a blow, leaving him with no recourse. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he was forced to accept the outcome.

With the Gold Rank Armor now in Alan's possession, the auction proceeded as before. Nie Li continued to participate, bidding for various items, but each time, Alan joined the fray and engaged in a bidding war. It became a recurring pattern as Alan consistently outbid Nie Li, leaving him empty-handed.

This cycle repeated dozens of times, with Alan claiming victory for one item after another while Nie Li watched his efforts go in vain.

As the auction neared its end, the final item was unveiled – a cauldron. The announcer, her voice dripping with excitement, presented it with a provocative flair that accentuated her alluring charms. The cauldron exuded an intense and ancient aura that seemed to fill the room.

When Alan laid eyes on the cauldron, he was surprised to see a blue screen appear before him. It provided information about the item and its significance.

[Acquire the Nightmare Demon Pot. Improves proficiency in fusing Demon Spirits and increases the probability of developing mutated spirits.]

As the announcer's sultry presentation continued, she finally revealed the starting bid for the Nightmare Demon Pot: 10 million Demon Spirit Coins. Nie Li, alongside other attendees, immediately entered the bidding war for the Nightmare Demon Pot, each participant vying for the extraordinary cauldron.

However, it was Alan who once again took the lead, confidently placing a bid of 35 million Demon Spirit Coins for the item, effectively outbidding all competitors.

The auction hall fell into stunned silence as the hammer fell, marking the end of the Treasure Auction. Alan had emerged as the victor, securing the Nightmare Demon Pot and leaving a lasting impression on the attendees.

After securing the Nightmare Demon Pot and a host of other treasures, Alan decided it was time to leave the auction. He glanced at Yang Xin and issued a commanding order. "Get up."

Yang Xin obeyed without hesitation, her demeanor reflecting the fear and submission that had been instilled in her. She stood up, ready to follow Alan's lead.

They left the bustling auction hall and made their way back to the inn. Yang Xin took care of the payments for all the items they had successfully bid on during the auction.

As the director of the Alchemy Association, money was hardly an issue for her, and she managed the financial matters efficiently.

Returning to their room at the inn, Alan settled into his chair while Yang Xin dutifully stood before him, awaiting his next command.

Alan fixed a cold, piercing gaze on Yang Xin, his eyes narrowing in a glacial manner that sent shivers down her spine. He leaned forward, his voice laced with a chilling intensity. "How dare you resist my command in the auction?"

Yang Xin lowered her head, her voice feeble but filled with a lingering trace of pride. "I still have some pride left in me, Master," she replied. "I won't do something I find despicable."

Alan emitted a cold, humorless laugh, his tone laced with a sense of dominance. "You truly don't know your place, Yang Xin. You're nothing more than a slave, and you would do well to remember that fact."

The room seemed to grow even colder as the power dynamics between them became glaringly apparent, with Alan asserting his dominance over Yang Xin.

Yang Xin, her voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, couldn't help but inquire, "Are you going to do more depraved things with me?"

Alan's response was devoid of any hint of gentleness. He snorted dismissively and replied, "If I do, then you should be grateful and accept it with happiness."

The tension in the room seemed to grow even thicker as Alan's dominance and Yang Xin's subservience were made strikingly clear.

Alan leaned forward, his voice taking on a subtle, threatening tone as he continued, "If you ever feel the urge to resist my orders, I can give you a very compelling reason to obey them."

As he spoke, Alan's Black Gold Rank Soul Force emanated from him, a palpable force that seemed to pressurize the very air in the room. Yang Xin, despite her status as a peak Gold Rank expert, found herself overwhelmed by the sheer potency of Alan's Soul Force.

The pressure from Alan's Soul Force forced Yang Xin down to her knees, her resistance effectively crushed. It was a stark reminder of the vast difference in their strength.

Yang Xin, succumbing to the formidable power that Alan possessed, reached a breaking point. She had to compromise, letting go of her pride completely. She muttered, her voice submissive and defeated, "I will obey your every command, no matter what it may be."

The room seemed to exhale a collective breath as the power dynamics solidified, and Alan's dominance over Yang Xin became an undeniable reality.