Mei Family, Crimson Flow Chainmail

The hall fell silent for a brief moment following Mei Shan’s announcement. Then, like the opening of a floodgate, the bids began pouring in, each one more aggressive than the last.

"Fifty-five mid-grade spirit stones!"

A burly man in the middle row bellowed, his voice brimming with confidence.

"Sixty mid-grade spirit stones!" came another voice from a cloaked figure sitting at the far end of the hall.

The intensity of the bids quickly escalated as the crowd’s fervor reached a fever pitch. Each cultivator fought to outdo the other, driven by the allure of the Nine Sky Barrier Formation’s utility.

Though not overly powerful, its defensive capabilities and ability to boost spiritual energy absorption were tempting enough to ignite their competitive spirit.

Ling Feng observed the commotion with an indifferent expression, his sharp eyes darting across the hall. The enthusiasm of these bidders seemed almost amusing to him.