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On top of that, his Ten Absolute Physique could amplify any ability severalfold without effort, and his clones could also benefit from the Ten Absolute Physique\'s enhancements.

As a result, the Origin Realm cast by Long Xuantian and his clones together was terrifyingly powerful. Even though his Eye of Heavenly Secrets had not fully evolved, it was enough to ensnare the vast majority of those at his level.

It just so happened that this was a *Marrow Cleansing stage Gu cultivation auction, filled with cultivators of his level, and there were very few who could resist his illusion technique—easily disregarded.

At this moment, his Origin Realm overlapped seamlessly with the real world, blending so perfectly that there wasn’t a single flaw. No one in the venue realized they were already caught in the illusion.

Even those outside the auction venue didn’t notice anything unusual. Although most people in the auction had fallen under the illusion, their consciousness still maintained control of their bodies. From the outside, it looked like the people inside were still chatting and laughing, showing no signs of being under a spell.

The Origin Realm was indistinguishable from reality. When an illusion and the real world overlap so perfectly, with truth within falsehood and falsehood within truth, it becomes almost impossible to see through such an unfathomable illusion.

The auction price of 100 million was instantly raised to 200 million, causing an uproar in the venue. Everyone turned in shock toward Room No. 5.

Seeing a strange-looking Silver Moon Mantis in the room, the crowd understood. If there was a Silver Moon Mantis involved, it meant the bidder was determined to win the famous named sword.

Everyone in the Western Lands knew how much a named sword could boost the combat power of a Blade Gu. One of the ways a Blade Gu evolved was by merging with a sword in its arm.

Thus, it was no surprise that the person in Room No. 5 would bid so high. A named sword was irresistibly attractive to every Long Clan Gu cultivator.

Seeing Long Xuan raise the bid again, Feng Si revealed a sinister smile.

"Only 200 million? The sword\'s ultimate price hasn’t even been reached. How could I let him get it for such a low price? Absolutely impossible!"

"I bid 210 million!" Feng Si decisively raised his bid, wearing a smug expression as he glanced at Long Xuan.

Seeing that the person in Room No. 10 had once again clashed with Long Xuan, everyone else who was planning to bid fell silent, content to watch the drama unfold.

It was obvious that these two held deep grudges against each other. When two enemies compete, the price is sure to skyrocket.

Thus, those interested in the famous sword gave up bidding, planning to see how far the price would be driven. If the final price was low, they could step in later.

"I bid 300 million!" Long Xuan said, casting a glance at Feng Si.

"I bid 310 million!" Feng Si responded with a provocative gaze toward Long Xuan.

"I bid 400 million!" Long Xuan immediately countered without hesitation.

The price was raised so swiftly, without the slightest delay, and each time the bid increased by a billion, leaving everyone in shock. It was clear that Long Xuan was determined to get the sword, no matter the cost.

Feng Si, seeing how crazed Long Xuan seemed, realized he wasn’t even close to his limit. He raised the bid again, saying, "I bid 410 million!"

As expected, as soon as Feng Si finished speaking, Long Xuan immediately responded, "I bid 500 million!"

At such a sky-high price, the entire venue was in an uproar, with exclamations of disbelief echoing throughout.

The price was now grossly inflated. Under normal circumstances, this named sword would never sell for this much. However, due to the bitter rivalry between the two, the price had skyrocketed to 500 million in no time.

Everyone had to admit that this auction had turned insane, with item after item selling for prices far beyond their worth.

Those originally interested in the named sword could only shake their heads in dismay. 500 million was outrageously inflated, far exceeding what it was worth, and also way beyond their budget. One after another, they sighed at their misfortune and abandoned the competition.

Feng Si, seeing that Long Xuan had no intention of backing down, glanced at the Silver Moon Mantis by his side. He was certain that Long Xuan was dead set on obtaining the sword. He figured he could raise the price one more time to make Long Xuan lose even more spirit stones.

However, Feng Si decided that this would be his last bid. Just to be safe, he resolved that no matter how desperate Long Xuan seemed afterward, he would not raise the price again.

What if Long Xuan was just putting on an act to trick him? Better safe than sorry.

"I bid 510 million," Feng Si said, his voice slightly nervous as he looked toward Long Xuan. He was afraid Long Xuan would stop at this point. Honestly, Feng Si felt that raising the price this time was a bit risky, but he had acted irrationally just to make Long Xuan lose more.

As expected, without hesitation, Long Xuan raised his bid again, shouting, "I bid 600 million!"

Upon hearing Long Xuan’s bid, Feng Si finally exhaled in relief.

Then, he burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha… you win!"

"Spending 600 million on a broken sword, I’m impressed! You really are rich and foolish. Since you’re so eager to burn your money, I’ll leave the sword to you!"

Feng Si looked at Long Xuan mockingly, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he slowly sat back down in his seat.

After tricking his enemy into losing 600 million spirit stones, the satisfaction in his heart was indescribable.

Seeing that Feng Si was so cautious, stopping at 510 million, Long Xuan couldn\'t help but show a look of regret. He thought to himself that the deception could have been even greater.

At this moment, Long Xuan finally withdrew his Origin Realm, innocently looking at Feng Si and saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? I have no idea what you\'re talking about."

"When did I ever bid 600 million? You must have misheard. Clearly, you bid 510 million, and no one else has bid higher."

Upon hearing this, Feng Si was stunned. He didn\'t quite understand what Long Xuan meant.

"You shouted 600 million so loudly. How dare you deny it? That\'s just dishonest, isn\'t it?" Feng Si felt a surge of unease.

At this moment, Yao Jingtian from Box One laughed and chimed in, "Brother, I didn\'t hear him bid 600 million either. You must have misheard."

"When he bid 300 million, he stopped. You, on the other hand, kept bidding like you\'d lost your mind, all the way up to 510 million. Are you alright, brother?"

"Raising the price this way won’t work. You kept bidding like that, and now it\'s stuck with you," Yao Jingtian added, clearly enjoying the situation.

The auctioneer, Shao Shao, smiled warmly and said, "Sir, indeed, you were the one who bid 510 million. Currently, your price is the highest. Would you like to continue bidding?"

"Continue bidding my foot! Who would bid against themselves? Are you all deaf? He clearly shouted 600 million so loudly!" Feng Si stood up, his face contorted with rage, shouting down at the crowd.

He refused to believe it was a misunderstanding. Even if he had misheard, could others have as well? When the price reached 500 million, the crowd had been abuzz. If Long Xuan had stopped at 300 million, how could everyone have heard him shout 500 million?

At this point, Long Xuan watched with a look of amusement, his smile growing wider.

Those who had fallen into his illusion heard him bid 600 million, while those unaffected only heard 300 million.

And the unaffected ones were all auction house staff, as well as the most talented and high-status individuals from various clans. They all testified that Long Xuan hadn\'t bid 600 million.

Meanwhile, those under the illusion were lower-status Gu cultivators. Long Xuan had specifically targeted them, knowing their shocked reactions would help sell the illusion to Feng Si, making it seem even more real.

Otherwise, if the audience had stayed silent while he was supposedly bidding five or six billion, it would have seemed suspicious, and Feng Si might have caught on.

So, Long Xuan had dragged most of the crowd into his illusion, and none of them realized it. Their voices didn\'t matter, as the unaffected people had the highest status in the room, and no one dared to contradict them.

Long Xuan sipped his tea slowly, continuing to watch the show.

As expected, when people below initially said they had heard 600 million, they quickly quieted down after hearing the high-ranking individuals deny it. No one dared argue further.

The entire auction now had a unified voice: only Feng Si had bid 510 million.

The ones who had heard Long Xuan bid 600 million now began to doubt themselves, looking around in confusion but too afraid to speak up, fearing they would offend the powerful figures at the front.

As the crowd fell silent, Feng Si’s face turned pale, and he staggered back into his seat, collapsing heavily.

What was happening? How could so many people lie so brazenly? He couldn’t make sense of it. He felt like he was going insane.

Desperately, he turned to the other Gu cultivators from the Feng clan in his booth, his face twisted in panic as he demanded, “Tell me! Didn’t you hear Long Xuan bid 600 million? Tell me!”

The other Feng clan members exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions strange.

Feng Chengxiang, the top genius of the Feng clan from the Western Lands, looked deeply troubled. He spoke, "There\'s no need to ask. We all heard him bid 600 million, just like you did."

"The only explanation is that everyone here has fallen into his illusion. I can’t imagine how he pulled this off."

"Pulling an entire auction house into an illusion, with no one realizing it—this is terrifying. Even I didn’t notice anything. This is the most horrifying illusion I\'ve ever encountered. Who exactly did you offend?"

Feng Chengxiang’s face was filled with shock, and his expression became grim.

"You’re in deep trouble now. The problem is, the auction house staff only heard your bid of 510 million. They didn’t hear him bid 600 million, so they’re definitely going to come after you for the money."

"That price is already severely inflated. I doubt anyone will outbid you now. You’re on your own," Feng Chengxiang said, giving Feng Si a sympathetic look before glancing warily at Box Five.

This move was utterly ruthless, designed to ruin him. Feng Si, normally so cautious, had been completely trapped, and now he had no way to come up with that many spirit stones.

When the auction house staff came to collect, and Feng Si couldn’t pay, things would get ugly fast. This scheme was vicious to the core.

Feng Si’s face turned even paler. 510 million spirit stones—where was he going to get that kind of money? Even selling himself wouldn’t cover it.

He was in deep trouble now, having bid on the grand finale auction item without the means to pay. What was going to happen next? He felt numb all over...

It was as if he was headed for certain doom!