Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Boom!" With a burst of explosive sound, the device unexpectedly blew apart.

"Damn! So useless? An artifact from a civilization above level four can overload like this?" Fang Jueyu collected the intact card. "Hey, this equipment of yours is faulty, how did it explode, do you not have any quality assurance?"

"It exploded? How's that possible? This is a product of a level four civilization!"

"Exactly, this kind of material can easily withstand impacts from meteors unless it's an internal error caused by data overload, otherwise it shouldn't explode!"

"This…" The old man on the stage froze, his hands trembling slightly. Others might not know, but he was fully aware.

Indeed, external forces couldn't easily damage this verification device, but no matter what device it is, there's always a testing limit. This particular device was designed for the financial status of a Cosmic Bank nine-star user.

You should know, throughout the entire universe, users with a nine-star privilege from the Cosmic Bank are scarce. If someone has the wealth of a nine-star user, they are almost the wealthiest in the universe. Do they even need asset verification?

Thus, the device was designed with this limit. To cause an overload, it would require far exceeding this level of number.

In other words, the wealth of Mr. Ma Yun from seat number one far exceeded the usual balance of a Cosmic Bank nine-star user!

"Who exactly is he?" The old man's thoughts were becoming chaotic.

"Sir, how do you calculate this now? Does this count as passing the asset verification?" Fang Jueyu said.

"Of course," the old man wanted to shout that the owner of a Cosmic Bank nine-star account was present, so what were the rest of you even trying for? But he couldn't disclose customer information and had to keep it to himself.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after our asset verification, Mr. Ma Yun's wealth exceeded 200 million source coins, so his bid is valid. If you want to continue bidding, our auction will continue!"

"We underestimated him, indeed deeply hidden strength!"

"I'll remember the name of this god-tier civilization!"

"Huh, I've assembled all my funds, I might not lose to him."

"For the Orville Clan's slaves, I sold over ten level-four civilizations at low prices. I must get them no matter what!"

"210 million source coins!"

"Huh, adding only 10 million source coins to the bid, can the Orville Clan's slaves be bought at such a price?" The owner of seat number nine confidently declared, "250 million source coins!"

"Thought you'd add more, huh, 300 million source coins!"

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"Crazy, everyone's gone crazy!" It was the first time Natu saw such intense competition at an auction like this; even his father had never witnessed such massive funds in his life, 300 million source coins, equivalent to a top-tier level-four civilization.

"Host, you have a message from your ancestor Fang Ke!"

"My ancestor?" Fang Jueyu was taken aback. He had many ancestors, but none had ever contacted him actively. "What did my ancestor say?"

"Host, Mr. Fang Ke said that all these bidders are basically bankrupting themselves for the Orville Clan's slave. Some are selling civilizations, borrowing loans... Now, the Fang Family has reaped many benefits, so you should further advantage!"

"Huh?" Fang Jueyu was stumped. His actions, seen as wasteful and reckless, turned into lucrative opportunities for his ancestors?

"Just as I wish!" Fang Jueyu laughed. "Perfect, I should also create a legend of my own in this cosmic nation."

"400 million source coins!" Fang Jueyu's bid instantly shot to the top.

"How does he have so much money?" The faces of the many distinguished guests changed once again.

Spending this much for the Orville Civilization's slaves was worth it, but their financial resources were limited, and this bid was nearing their limit.

"Sell, keep selling!" One of the Transcenders among the guests began to practice instructing people in their civilization to handle affairs.

"Keep seeking loans from the Cosmic Bank. If denied, mortgage our arena!"

"410 million source coins!" The rate of price increase slowed as everyone needed more time to rally funds; the auction couldn't end quickly.

"420 million!"

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"Haha, take your time. The longer this drags on, the more money my family makes!" Fang Jueyu leisurely sipped his drink, feeling as if everyone at the auction was spending money, while he was only making money.

"Alright, that's about enough!" Fang Jueyu knew those big figures wouldn't sell their civilizations too much; otherwise, it would destabilize their foundations, highly unfavorable for long-term development; their family should've gotten enough benefit by now.

"What a shame, you all selling civilizations and seeking loans from the Cosmic Bank, all for naught," Fang Jueyu shook his head. "I'm sorry everyone, I bid 500 million source coins!"

"Why? Who exactly is he? Even individuals from top civilizations couldn't possibly wield such massive funds at his age!"

"510 million source coins!" The owner of seat number two had already mobilized all available resources, selling off assets, leaving only 550 million source coins.

But he firmly believed, even at 550 million source coins, this young man named Ma Yun could still offer a higher bid.

"Young man, this seat belongs to the Lanxi Civilization. Can you give me some face today? If you ever visit the Lanxi Civilization, I will treat you as an honored guest."

"Lanxi Civilization? So seat number two is from the Lanxi Civilization!"

"I know, the cosmic civilizations rank every civilization based on military power, financial resources, technology, and more, forming a top 100 civilization list. All listed civilizations are top tier, and Lanxi Civilization ranks at 42!"

"Unexpectedly, such a bigwig attended. This time the one called Ma Yun might have to show some respect, no?"

"Right, the top 100 list doesn't include this god-tier civilization. No matter his background, he can't be bigger than Lanxi Civilization, can he?"

"1 billion source coins!" Fang Jueyu's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Young man, are you giving no respect to this Venerable at all?" The master of the Lanxi Civilization was a Venerable-level Transcender, even more formidable than Vizi, the master of Mohe Arena, never to have been treated this way.

"Sorry, I only respect money, not faces. May I ask how much your face is worth?"

"You!" Inside seat number two, a surge of powerful energy began to swell.

"To the gentleman in seat number two, we hope you follow our auction house rules." The warning voice echoed again.

"Hmph!" The master of the Lanxi Civilization could only snort coldly; to acquire the Orville Clan's slaves, he had sold over a dozen level-four civilizations and borrowed a significant sum from the Cosmic Bank, yet he still failed to get what he wanted.

"You, watch the exit, memorize the aura of everyone who comes out from the VIP passage, taking the Orville Clan's slaves won't be so easy!"

"Yes, Master, I'll go right away!"

The fate of the Orville Civilization's slave was virtually set, yet the real drama was just beginning!