As she pondered these matters and shouted silently, a new bidding price was proclaimed for the Peony Pill formula.

“The Bryant family tenders 660 million."

Witnessing this, Octavian within room three shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“Who would have thought that the poor Highwyns would be captivated by such a primitive and antiquated culture." With these words, he promptly elevated the bid to 700 million.

The representative from the Bryant family visibly paled. The 700-million- dollar bid clearly surpassed their financial limitations. After a moment of consideration, the Bryant family's representative sadly shook his head and retracted their bid.

However, another venerable martial family stepped into the fray.

“We proffer 750 million!" Shortly thereafter, the host was once again informed of a new bid, and she announced, “The distinguished occupant of room three has submitted a bid of 790 million."

Octavian once again raised the bid, In this instant, he held the wine goblet in his right hand, but instead of partaking, his azure eyes betrayed a hint of resentment.

“The Jacobson family proffer 800 million!" a different influential martial clan joined the competitive pursuit.

A resounding "crack" reverberated across room three! It emanated from Octavian himself. His grip on the wine goblet had inadvertently become too firm, resulting in the expensive and exquisite vessel shattering into pieces, The fragments of glass punctured his palm, allowing both wine and his own blood to commingle upon the floor.

“Curse these Highwyns! Curse their primordial, superstitious herbal remedies, sorcery, and—_ rubbish Octavian's vehement—_ expletives reverberated, leaving his two fetching assistants quaking with trepidation, unwilling to venture forth and offer solace,

The bidding of 800 million had exceeded Octavian's predetermined Limit. He resolved to discontinue any further increments.

“Congratulations to the Jacobson family for successfully securing the Peony Pill formul,

After the auction for the Peony Pill's elixir formula, Fred and Albert, sitting in room one, had something to discuss.

Taking a deep breath, Albert went first.

“Fred, the elixir formula created by Maria was sold for eight hundred million. How many places in the exam does that earn for the Jenkins family?" This was indeed a big headache for them,

When coming here to attend this charity event as the representatives of the Pill Alchemist Association, they had never imagined that an item would go for such a high price tonight.

In the past, items had been auctioned off at a maximum of four to five hundred million. But now, for the first time, an item had been sold for the monumental sum of eight hundred million. In Albert's opinion, the Jenkins family was entitled to at least ten places in the exam because of that sale alone,

“Hump Fred, on the other hand, snorted coldly.

“Yes, eight hundred million is a high price. But so what? We, as the representatives of Pill Alchemist Association, are here to allocate the quotas to each clan. Where is the rule that the price of the items sold at the auction dictate those quotas?!

“Well... I. off guard. Albert trailed off uncertainly. Fred's words had caught him

Traditionally, the Pill Alchemist Association had always allocated the number of places for the examination based on the bidding result of the charity. It was a practice that had been going on for decades, if not longer.

Therefore, it was just accepted as the norm by everyone, but now, Fred was denying it for some reason. How could a person be so unreasonable? Albert's face darkened. Although he couldn't refute Fred's words, the decision they made today could end up discrediting the reputation of Pill Alchemist Association!

After thinking for a while, Albert tried convincing Fred in a soft tone.