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As the auctioneer rang the small bell in his hand to announce the start of the bidding, the audience below instantly burst into a frenzy, faces flushed red with excitent.
Because this Dou Technique wasn't restricted by elental attributes, anyone with so wealth was jumping into the competition.
The auction hall's atmosphere surged to its absolute peak.
Even the major factions seated up front were now letting go of their usual pride, actively engaging in the bidding war alongside the crowd.
The price for the Bone-Crushing Nether Claw skyrocketed rapidly—surpassing six million in a matter of monts.
And not even a full minute later, it surged past eight million.
After nearly half an hour of intense, fervent competition, the bidding finally began to slow down.
By then, the technique's price had reached a jaw-dropping 9.6 million gold coins.
Following another intense round of bids, the Bone-Crushing Nether Claw was ultimately sold to the Black Skeleton Tomb for a price just over ten million.
Seeing this outco, Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.
Since most items sold in the Black-Corner Region were black-market goods, the auction house here charged a significantly higher commission compared to those in other empires.
From this Earth Class Dou Technique alone, Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was set to earn over a million in profits—a rather tidy sum.
After all, collecting rare herbs, dicinal recipes, and other essentials cost him massive amounts of gold.
Thus, Lin Feng had a strong need for money.
Of course, he could also use pills as currency, but doing so would place a trendous burden on his alchemy.
He'd practically be exhausted from refining pills every single day.
So naturally, he wasn't going to do sothing so foolish.
Once the Earth Class Dou Technique was removed from the stage, the two Dou Wang stationed near the auction platform instantly heightened their alertness.
At the sa ti, Niu Tuo—the head of the auction house's security, whom Lin Feng had stationed in the shadows long ago—also erged discreetly on the second floor, accompanied by another Four-Star Dou Wang.
If anyone dared to make a move to snatch the item, they would strike in unison and swiftly eliminate the threat.
"Tsk tsk… suddenly, a bunch of concealed auras appeared in the auction house. And on the second floor, I can sense a One-Star Dou Wang and a Four-Star Dou Wang. Seems like Heavenly Treasure Pavilion isn't taking any chances,"
Yao Lao's voice echoed in Xiao Yan's mind, filled with amusent.
Xiao Yan was surprised. "So just for this one auction, Heavenly Treasure Pavilion deployed four Dou Wangs?"
"No," Yao Chen replied slowly, "the man who spoke to you in the secret chamber earlier—that one is a Six-Star Dou Wang."
"Tsk tsk… with just those Dou Wangs, they'd already be enough to surpass any of the three great clans in the Jia Ma Empire,"
Xiao Yan muttered in awe.
As the master and disciple conversed, a small box made of icy jade—only the size of a palm—slowly rose from beneath the auctioneer's wooden table.
Although they were seated quite far from the platform, the mont the white jade box appeared, everyone could clearly see the faint, misty chill emanating from its surface.
"Heh, this is top-grade Cold Jade. Only with this quality can you preserve such chilling dicinal energy… Looks like this final item really is a seventh-tier pill."
As a peak eighth-tier alchemist, Yao Chen was, naturally, extrely familiar with pill preservation techniques.
The mont he saw the thod used to store the pill, he imdiately deduced the grade of the dicine inside.
However, the longer he stared at that little box, the more it began to feel strangely familiar.
As the Cold Jade box appeared, all the forces seated up front instantly straightened their backs.
Their eyes—filled with unabashed greed—locked tightly onto the icy jade container on the platform.
The auctioneer, having seen such gazes countless tis before, didn't react much to their hunger.
He simply reached out with a slightly withered, trembling hand and slowly lifted the lid of the small box…
Suddenly, a burst of golden light shot forth violently.
This unexpected brilliance instantly illuminated the entire spacious auction hall with blinding clarity.
So who were caught off guard instinctively shut their eyes, unable to bear the intense glare.
Inside the Cold Jade box lay a golden pill, about the size of a longan fruit, resting quietly.
Its surface was flawless and perfectly round, while two strands of golden mist swirled within its interior, flowing like tiny streams of energy.
Faint dragon roars rippled out, carried through the vibrating air, slowly spreading across the hall.
Many of the weaker individuals in the audience found their souls involuntarily trembling under the sheer pressure of this dragon-like might.
Staring at the pill with its dragon-shaped dicinal aura, nurous alchemists in the crowd who had co drawn by the lure of a seventh-tier pill began to tremble slightly.
Their faces were filled with unconcealed shock and awe.
The condensation of pill aura into a spiritual form—a sign only pills of the seventh-tier or higher could manifest!
Within the nearly imperceptible dragon roars, the vast auction hall fell into a deathly silence.
"Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill?! I can't believe that damn apprentice of mine has already reached this level!"
A cold, bitter voice suddenly rang out in Xiao Yan's mind.
Startled by the accusation, Xiao Yan paused briefly before quickly realizing what Yao Lao ant.
There was only one person Yao Lao would refer to in such a tone—Han Feng. In disbelief, he asked, "Master, how do you know that pill was refined by Han Feng?"
Through clenched teeth, Yao Chen growled, "Because the formula for the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill was created by . Across the entire Dou Qi continent, there are only two people capable of refining this pill. One is ... and the other—no one else but him."
"Wait... Master, could Han Feng be here, attending this auction? Maybe we should leave first," Xiao Yan said urgently, suddenly realizing the possibility.
Yao Chen chuckled lightly. "No rush. If he were here, I'd have sensed him already. Let's wait until the auction ends."
"Alright."
With that, Xiao Yan gradually cald down and returned his attention to the stage, where the auctioneer was passionately explaining the wonders of the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill.
anwhile, nurous pairs of bloodshot eyes below were locked onto that golden pill with intense, greedy stares and rapid breaths.
Even the major factions like Blood Sect and Black Skeleton Tomb were seeing a high-tier pill like this for the very first ti—let alone everyone else.
And now, this legendary pill was right in front of their eyes. How could they not be completely riled up?
Especially after hearing that soone had advanced to the Dou Zun level using this very pill, the atmosphere in the auction hall grew even more feverish.
A powerhouse who could dominate the entire Northwestern Region—who wouldn't dream of such strength?
Seeing the fervor stirred up by the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill, the auctioneer finally smiled in satisfaction and scanned the crowd.
In the end, his gaze landed on the representatives of the major factions seated in the front row. He knew very well—only they had the power to vie for this pill.
"Enough with the nonsense. Just start the bidding."
Having endured the auctioneer's boasting for quite a while, Fan Ling—already in a foul mood after two consecutive defeats—frowned impatiently and spoke coldly.
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