Chapter 1002: The Ultimate Winner of the Vital Soil

The scene below was as noisy as a beehive, but in the VIP room, Huang Long sat there calmly, seemingly unconcerned by the discussions and arguments going on around him.
Huang Long glanced at the VIP room where Qing Cang was and sneered. He wanted to see if Qing Cang would raise the bid and by how much. After all, he had an abundance of spiritual veins to spare. Currently, he already had over six million first-grade spiritual veins, along with more than twelve thousand king-grade ones. When he left the Heaven-Reversing Treasure Vault, he had 361 supreme-grade spiritual veins; however, over the years, the World Tree had produced eleven more, bringing the total to 372!
Although that mass of Vital Soil was not worth one million first-grade spiritual veins at market price, for Huang Long, its value far exceeded that amount. In the Valley of Demonic Fall, Huang Long had killed eight disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, including Chi Rong, thereby infuriating them greatly. Now, his top priority was to enhance his own strength. If he could acquire that mass of Vital Soil to accelerate the growth of the Goddess Tree, then his own cultivation level could rise to an upper grade!
Moreover, this was his first confrontation with Qing Cang. Though it wasn’t a direct fight of strength between the two, failing this bid could affect Huang Long’s resolve and hinder his future path to sainthood. Therefore, in every sense, Huang Long must seize that Vital Soil from Qing Cang.
“VIP Room Number 4—really offering one million first-grade spiritual veins?!” It took some time before the host regained his composure and asked calmly.
The noisy and chaotic scene fell silent.
“Indeed!” Huang Long replied indifferently.
With Huang Long’s confirmation, the host scanned the room and then looked toward Qing Cang’s VIP room, asking, “VIP Room Number 4 is offering one million first-grade spiritual veins—are there any other bids?”
Silence reigned throughout the room. Qing Cang’s VIP room was equally silent. Sitting there, Qing Cang tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, the atmosphere heavy. The five disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect dared not speak again.
In the end, Huang Long won the bid for that mass of Vital Soil with one million first-grade spiritual veins. After Huang Long paid the amount, Zhuo Cheng, the fifth elder of the Treasure Refining Tower, personally delivered the Vital Soil to Huang Long’s VIP room.
Upon seeing Huang Long again, Zhuo Cheng’s expression was complex. After receiving the Vital Soil, when Huang Long offered him another hundred first-grade spiritual veins, Zhuo Cheng refused outright, too afraid to accept them.

After Zhuo Cheng left, Huang Long looked at the Massive Soul Soil in his hands with joy on his face. “I finally have this Massive Soul Soil!” His eyes sparkled as he thought about accelerating the growth of the Heavenly Goddess Tree. So, he placed the Massive Soul Soil inside the Sacred Cauldron and planted the Heavenly Goddess Tree there. Although the Massive Soul Soil was only the size of two fists, when spread across the land, one grain could cover a mile. However, Huang Long didn’t use all of it—only half to help the Heavenly Goddess Tree grow, reserving the other half for later use in returning to the Sky Treasure Vault to nourish the Wind and Thunder Divine Tree. Of course, even half was enough to help the Heavenly Goddess Tree grow rapidly to maturity. After planting the tree in the Massive Soul Soil, Huang Long put the matter aside for now and turned his attention back to the auction site. At that moment, the auction was featuring a low-grade Great Path Divine Artifact. Naturally, Huang Long had no interest in it. Similar to Huang Long, Qing Cang’s area also fell silent. After the low-grade Great Path Divine Artifact, several more treasures were auctioned. But perhaps influenced by Huang Long’s earlier purchase of the Massive Soul Soil, the subsequent auctions became much quieter, lacking the previous liveliness. Although some treasures saw fierce bidding, compared to Huang Long, it was nothing serious. “Next, we’ll auction the Luo Sea Divine Crystal!” the host said after auctioning several treasures. “Luo Sea Divine Crystal?” Huang Long’s heart stirred. He remembered that the five disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect had said that Qing Cang came to this auction just for the Massive Soul Soil and the Luo Sea Divine Crystal. “The starting bid for the Luo Sea Divine Crystal is 1,500 first-class spirit veins,” the host said after detailing the crystal. “1,600!” As soon as the host finished speaking, an elder from a certain family spoke up. “1,700!” “1,900!” “1,950!” Bids rose one after another, but Qing Cang remained silent, and his VIP room stayed quiet. “5,000!” Just as everyone was bidding, a voice rang out. Finally couldn’t hold back! Huang Long sneered. It was naturally Qing Cang, the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, who had bid. As soon as his voice was heard, everyone in the room turned to look. Earlier, Huang Long and Qing Cang had bid against each other for the Massive Soul Soil. Although things had become quiet since then, everyone had been watching secretly. Now that Qing Cang had bid, the crowd became agitated.

“Ten thousand!” As Qing Cang spoke, Huang Long’s voice rang out.
When Huang Long’s voice was heard, the crowd became even more agitated.
“Bidding started again?!”
“Could it be a coincidence that these two want to buy the same thing?!”
“I don’t think so. Maybe they’re enemies!”
The crowd discussed wildly, and those who had been bidding earlier also stopped.
In the VIP room, Qing Cang frowned.
If bidding on the Wanling Xirang was a coincidence, what about this time?
“Elder Brother, it’s that kid again! He’s clearly against us!” one disciple of the Tian Dao Sect snapped in anger.
Several other disciples of the Tian Dao Sect also spoke angrily.
Qing Cang raised his right hand and snapped his fingers twice, signaling the five men to shut up. They immediately stopped.
“Twenty thousand!” Qing Cang said slowly after they stopped bidding.
“Thirty thousand!” Huang Long’s voice followed.
“Forty thousand!”
“Fifty thousand!”
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Huang Long’s and Qing Cang’s voices alternated back and forth. One voice fell, and another followed. This time, there was no sudden tenfold or hundredfold increase in bids like when bidding on the Wanling Xirang; instead, the bids rose by ten thousand each time.
Their voices continued without pause, and soon only their two voices remained in the crowd.
When the bid reached five hundred thousand, Qing Cang’s expression turned extremely dark, his eyes sharp as knives, and his aura so powerful that the five disciples of the Tian Dao Sect and everyone else present couldn’t breathe.
Sitting in the VIP room, Huang Long remained calm.
Originally, it didn’t matter to Huang Long whether he bought the Luo Hai Shen Jing or not. But from the opponent’s angry and frustrated bidding voices, he realized that this Luo Hai Shen Jing seemed extremely important to Qing Cang—more important even than the Wanling Xirang!
“Could it be related to his pursuit of enlightenment and becoming a saint?!” Huang Long thought. Qing Cang was at the peak of the final stage of the twelve eras, ready to break through at any moment to achieve enlightenment and become a saint. If he was so anxious about the Luo Hai Shen Jing, it wasn’t impossible that it was related to his quest for enlightenment.
If that was the case, Huang Long had to prevent him from obtaining the Luo Hai Shen Jing even more!