Rebirth of Bi Gan: A Male Student Traverses the “Investiture of God”

The auction had already begun, and Zhang Hao nervously watched Zhao Ling'er, waiting for the item he had his heart set on to appear. He knew that this auction would be an excellent opportunity for him to acquire resources, and he must seize it.

"Next, we are honored to have a mysterious alchemist who has brought us a batch of precious pills. These pills are all personally refined by him, with extraordinary effects!" Zhao Ling'er's voice rang out, causing a commotion.

Zhang Hao's eyes brightened; he knew this was the good stuff he had been waiting for.

"Firstly, we have ten top-grade Spiritual Power Pills. After taking them, one can quickly enhance their cultivation, and the effect lasts for a week. The starting bid is ten medium-grade spirit stones per pill!" The auctioneer's voice rang out again.

Zhang Hao was taken aback by the price; it was not low. He thought to himself, "Damn it, could it be that all my wealth can only just buy one Spiritual Power Pill?" Zhang Hao panicked, feeling like a poor man sitting there.

"Ten spirit stones, once! Twenty, once!…" The auctioneer called out the bids as the crowd competed.

Zhang Hao clenched his fists, secretly envious, and decided not to watch. "Forget it, just pretend I don't see it."

There was a moment of silence as everyone seemed to be considering whether to continue bidding.

"Twenty medium-grade spirit stones, sold!" The auctioneer knocked the wooden hammer, announcing the deal.

Zhang Hao sighed, knowing he was no match for these wealthy people. He turned to look at Zhao Ming, who also seemed helpless, as if sighing for his own situation.

The auction continued, with various precious pills, magical treasures, and secret manuals appearing, but Zhang Hao could no longer muster any interest. He thought to himself, "It seems I can only hope for something that gets overlooked, just like the protagonists in those novels."

"Maybe… there should be…"

"Don't lose heart, Zhang Hao," Zhao Ming comforted in a soft voice, "Perhaps something more suitable for you will appear later."

Zhang Hao gave a wry smile, knowing Zhao Ming was trying to comfort him, but reality made it hard for him to hold out much hope.

Halfway through the auction, Zhang Hao began to doubt his decision. He wondered, "What am I even here for? Just to watch others spend money?"

As he fell into self-doubt, the auction was gradually coming to an end.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item we are auctioning is an unidentified item. All buyers are free to bid."

Zhang Hao's heart started to race again, secretly praying that this item would be suitable for him.

"This secret manual was accidentally obtained by a cultivator on a trip, named 'Golden Clear Fire Eyes.' However, the level of the technique is unknown, and our appraisers have estimated it to be between lower and medium yellow grade." Zhao Ling'er's voice was not as excited as before, probably because it was nearing the end.

"This… isn't this something from the Investiture of the Gods? Sun Wukong's Golden Clear Fire Eyes?" Zhang Hao muttered in surprise, his heart full of anticipation, yet he couldn't believe it was real.

"It is said that Sun Wukong's Golden Clear Fire Eyes can see through illusions and deceptions. This is definitely not as simple as a lower yellow-grade technique."

"I have to see if these Golden Clear Fire Eyes are real or fake."

"Five lower-grade spirit stones, once!" Zhao Ling'er announced Zhang Hao's bid, her voice carrying a hint of surprise.

Zhang Hao's heart tightened; he didn't expect to be the first to bid, but since he had started, he decided to continue acting nonchalantly and raise the bid: "Alright, I'll add another five, making it ten lower-grade spirit stones in total."

"Ten lower-grade spirit stones, once!" The auctioneer repeated the bid, his voice tinged with doubt.

Zhang Hao stealthily glanced at Zhao Ming, who raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly puzzled by Zhang Hao's sudden interest in the technique.

Zhao Ling'er stood on the auction platform, her lively eyes scanning the crowd and settling on Zhang Hao. She noticed this usually silent young man was interested in the unidentified technique, which piqued her curiosity.

"Fifteen lower-grade spirit stones!" An elegant voice broke the brief silence.

Zhang Hao turned his head and saw a young man in a luxurious brocade robe, with an air of arrogance.

"Who is this person?" Zhang Hao wondered to himself; he had never seen this person before, but the man seemed very wealthy and generous.

"Twenty!" The young man increased his bid, his voice carrying an undeniable dominance.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth; he knew his spirit stones were running low, but at this moment, the image of Sun Wukong's towering figure appeared in his mind, making him want to compete.

"Twenty-five!" Zhang Hao shouted, his gaze resolute as he looked at the young man.

"You!" The young man was angered by Zhang Hao's action; he didn't expect such a seemingly ordinary young man to dare to compete with him.

"Thirty!" The burly man increased his bid again, his voice filled with anger.

Zhang Hao's fists were clenched; he felt his palms were sweaty, but he was unwilling to give up. He took a deep breath and pretended to be calm as he shouted, "Fifty lower-grade spirit stones!"

"The most important thing in an auction is not how much money you have, but how well you can pretend." Zhang Hao smiled, having seen many commercial dramas, he understood a bit of business tactics.

The room fell silent, all eyes focused on Zhang Hao and the burly man.

"How dare you to compete with me?" The burly man glared at Zhang Hao, his eyes full of provocation.

Zhang Hao was not intimidated; he coldly replied, "Why should I be afraid of you? Everyone here at the auction has the right to buy things. If you have the ability, keep bidding!"

"You!" The burly man was furious and wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, seemingly considering something.

Zhao Ling'er watched the bidding war, amused. She noticed Zhang Hao's determined gaze and couldn't help but take an interest in him.

"Alright, I admit you have guts. I'll let you have this technique; it's just trash anyway, saving me some spirit stones." The burly man finally conceded and sat back down.

Zhang Hao did not show extreme joy, just nodded, pretending indifference.

"The next item we are auctioning is a must-have pill for cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, the Orifice Opening Pill! Mainly used for breaking through to the Orifice Opening stage, the other effects are well known. Only one is available, and the starting bid is open to everyone."

"It's the Orifice Opening Pill!"

"There's actually something like this at this auction!"

"Damn it, don't compete with me, or I'll kill you."

"Ha, who do you think you are? I'll bid ten medium-grade spirit stones."

"Hmph, ten medium-grade spirit stones and you think you can get the Orifice Opening Pill? I'll bid twenty."

Zhang Hao listened to the cultivators' shouts, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Damn it, we're all at the Orifice Opening stage, why do others have so much money?"

He remembered when he first transmigrated to this world, he became a familiar court official, Bi Gan. Without the appearance of the little boy, he might not even know if he was alive or dead now.

After more transactions, the trading session finally ended. Those who got satisfactory items left with joy, those who didn't were dejected, each with their own thoughts, and they all left one after another.

"Zhang Hao, this auction is almost over. If you can't find anything suitable, don't worry, there will be more," Zhao Ming, seeing that Zhang Hao seemed to have no gains, tried to comfort him.

"What more? Isn't this auction over?"

"No, actually, the auction is just a part of the trading event. The remaining time is for all participants to trade freely."