I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate

“Hahaha, the Alliance Commerce Association is so devious, auctioning the two bloodline treasures separately!”

“This is going to be a headache for the Holy Race. If the treasures were auctioned together, they’d only have to deal with the competition once. Separately, they have to deal with it twice.”

“But you can’t blame them. When it comes to business, you always do whatever maximizes your profits.”

The Holy Race had two reasons for bidding on these two bloodline treasures. First, they wanted the items for themselves to make hunting the remnants of the Dou Race more convenient. Second, they didn’t want anyone else to get them, to prevent other races from joining the competition and snatching away the spoils of victory.

In fact, they were more concerned with the latter; they would rather not obtain the bloodline treasures themselves than let anyone else have them.

Therefore, if the two bloodline treasures were won by two different races, it would mean gaining two new potential competitors in an instant.

The Sun God from the Holy Race, however, remained expressionless and perfectly calm. He was here on a mission: he had to secure these two bloodline treasures.

He was determined to win them, even if he had to pay ten times their value!

Of course, if someone deliberately caused trouble by inflating the price to an impossible and unreasonable level, he would simply back down. But the price-gouger would have to suffer the consequences and bear the full wrath of the Holy Race.

Bids at this auction were made using the Spirit Race’s universal currency, though payment could also be made with other universal currencies or resources of equivalent value after the transaction.

The starting price for the Ancestral God’s Blood was equivalent to a ninth-rank Divine Artifact. Su Ze had been worried that others would be intimidated by the Holy Race and afraid to bid, so he had Dou Yi set a rather high starting price.

But it was clear he had been overthinking things.

The moment the auction for the Ancestral God’s Blood began, the Sun God from the Witch Race, who had been silent the entire time, made a bid, immediately doubling the starting price.

This earned him a glare filled with intense killing intent from the Holy Race’s Sun God.

The Holy Race was known for having the strongest physical bodies in the universe, while the Witch Race had the strongest souls. The two races were natural adversaries, and their relationship had always been tense.

With the Witch Race’s Sun God taking the lead, others cast aside their reservations and began bidding one after another. The representatives of the Spirit Race, Pan Race, and Primordial Race took turns, driving the price up to five times the starting bid!

At this point, some of the first-tier races also began to join in the fun. There were even people outside the venue bidding remotely through a digital platform.

Su Ze considered it for a moment but decided against personally joining the bidding to drive up the price.

He had felt gazes locking onto him when he had merely considered bidding, so he decided to be more cautious. It was best not to expose his connection to the two bloodline treasures.

Besides, there was no need for him to intervene. Every time the bidding in the hall lulled, a new bid would come from outside the venue.

This was a strange phenomenon. The wealthy and powerful had all bought VIP tickets to attend in person, and in the past, auctions for such high-end items were almost exclusively a contest between bidders inside the hall.

But now, many people were participating from outside the venue.

The Holy Race, on the other hand, had yet to make a single bid. They seemed to be waiting to deliver the final blow.

‘It’s becoming clear,’ Su Ze thought. ‘Many of these bidders don’t actually want the Ancestral God’s Blood. They just want to cause trouble for the Holy Race.’

Many were probably afraid of offending the Holy Race and didn’t dare to oppose them openly, which was why they were bidding from outside.

This wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t that the Holy Race had such a terrible reputation as to be beset by enemies on all sides. It was simply that no one—whether they were a Dominator Race, a first-tier Strong Race, or even someone like Su Ze who’d had no prior contact with them—wanted to see the Holy Race absorb the Dou Race and become even stronger.

The stronger the Holy Race grew, the greater the threat they posed to other races.

When the price climbed to eight times the starting bid, the Sun God from the Holy Race finally entered the auction, making a direct offer of ten times the starting price!

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The Holy Race’s Sun God had just jumped the bid by an amount equal to twice the starting price. It was clearly intended to intimidate the others, a move to secure this drop of Ancestral God’s Blood in one fell swoop.

It was also a warning to the others: think carefully before placing another bid!

The price was already quite inflated. The other bidders had to consider that if they drove the price up again and the Holy Race refused to follow, they themselves would be forced to buy the Ancestral God’s Blood at a clearly exorbitant price.

His gambit worked. Those who were only bidding to cause trouble for the Holy Race, with no real desire to win the Ancestral God’s Blood, immediately quieted down and did not bid again.

Just as the auctioneer was starting the countdown, the Sun God from the Witch Race struck again, raising the bid by another increment equal to the starting price!

“Zhu Feng, does your Witch Race truly intend to interfere in this!?” The Holy Race’s Sun God shot a cold glare toward the location of the Witch Race’s Sun God.

It was a mystery how he could even recognize that the meatball was “Zhu Feng.”

“It is merely fair competition,” Zhu Feng transmitted calmly.

He had no facial features, no mouth; all of his communication was telepathic.

The Holy Race’s Sun God suppressed his rage. He knew Zhu Feng wasn’t bluffing. Even if the Holy Race backed out of the auction now, Zhu Feng would pay the price for the drop of Ancestral God’s Blood without a change in expression… The Witch Race had the resources to do so.

To be precise, the races backing everyone present had such resources, but the current price had already clearly exceeded the item’s actual value.

After all, this drop of Ancestral God’s Blood only made it more convenient to track the descendants of Daman Ancestral God, offering a hope of finding the main body of the Dou Race; it was no guarantee that it would help them destroy the Dou Race.

Their races were all massive, with huge populations to support. They couldn’t afford to squander their wealth like this, even if they had it.

But the Witch Race was different. They were wealthy and had a small population, so they didn’t care about spending a little extra.

The Sun God from the Holy Race had no choice but to continue raising the price, but this time the increments were clearly much smaller. He was no longer adding multiples of the starting price.

The current price seemed to be approaching, or perhaps even exceeding, the Holy Race’s budget.

In the end, the bidding war was down to just the Witch Race and the Holy Race.

Looking at the Witch Race’s ball of flesh now, Su Ze inexplicably found it to be rather cute.

In the end, the drop of Ancestral God’s Blood was won by the Holy Race for a final price approaching thirteen times the starting bid!