The auction continued, and more individuals were brought onto the stage—each possessing unique and powerful bloodlines. Asher observed with an impassive gaze, waiting for something truly exceptional.
A young woman with a Phoenix Bloodline was presented next. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, and despite her restraints, there was an undeniable pride in her posture. The crowd erupted into a bidding war, but Asher silenced them with a single call:
"15,000 Astral Stones."
No one dared to challenge him. The auctioneer, barely containing his excitement, struck the gavel.
One after another, individuals with rare lineages were brought forward—descendants of ancient warriors, offspring of forgotten sects, and even those with mutated bloodlines that held unpredictable potential. Each time, Asher bid decisively, claiming them for himself without hesitation.
Valeris smirked, resting her chin on her hand. "You're really going all out."
"My wife needs maids," Asher said casually.
