Ning Fengzhi asked with a hint of probing, "Uncle Sword, can you figure out the background of that silver-masked boy beside Rongrong?"
Chen Xin's previously relaxed gaze suddenly froze, like a dull blade abruptly sharpened.
The fingers holding the wine cup paused slightly as the spiritual power of a Rank 96 Super Douluo silently spread outward.
Passing over the bustling crowd in the auction hall, passing over row after row of seats, it enveloped Lin Qingmo's direction.
A mont later—
Chen Xin's brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.
Even the hand holding the wine cup stopped moving. The amber-colored liquor swayed within the cup wall, nearly spilling out.
His tone carried a trace of astonishnt. "Strange!"
"This kid's aura is thick and steady. His soul power fluctuations are at least at the Soul Ancestor level."
"But I actually can't see through him. It's as if there's sothing on his body completely blocking my spiritual power. Not even the slightest bit can penetrate."
One had to know that he was a Rank 96 Super Douluo.
Among all known human Titled Douluo, he ranked among the top ten strongest.
Yet he couldn't even probe the background of a teenage Soul Ancestor?
This was simply unbelievable.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze deepened further.
His fingertips rubbed along the edge of the teacup, his thumb sliding back and forth over the rim. The surprise in his heart was no less than Chen Xin's.
To block Sword Douluo's spiritual power detection.
What kind of secret was hidden within this youth?
…
At the seating area, Lin Qingmo appeared completely unaware of Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's gazes.
He still leaned against the chair casually, turning his head to chat with Xiao Wu beside him.
But only he himself knew that the mont that condensed strand of spiritual power swept over, he had already sensed it.
That strand of spiritual power was like an icy needle brushing against the outer edge of his soul power, attempting to pierce into his body.
His spiritual sea, strengthened by the power of the Life Gold, instinctively contracted like a touched hedgehog, firmly blocking that "needle" outside.
'Being tested, huh?'
Lin Qingmo thought inwardly.
It made sense. Ning Rongrong had already been at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy for so ti. There was no way Ning Fengzhi wouldn't know or investigate.
By now, he should already know the reason Ning Rongrong joined the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. He definitely investigated him as well.
These little probes were harmless.
…
A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Along with a crisp bell chi—
"Clang——"
The lights throughout the entire hall instantly dimd, as though soone had blown out hundreds of lamps in a single breath.
Only a dazzling spotlight lit up on the stage.
The snow-white beam illuminated the center of the platform with blinding brightness.
A charmingly alluring woman dressed in formal attire walked onto the stage, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor.
She held an auction hamr in her hand, wearing a proper smile as she bowed slightly toward the audience.
"Welco, honored guests, to the Heaven Dou Auction House. I am tonight's auctioneer."
"This auction now officially begins!"
As her words fell, sparse applause rang throughout the hall.
Everyone's gaze focused on the auction platform.
The auction items ca out one after another, dazzling the eyes.
From rare dicinal herbs to soul tools left behind from history, and even several thousand-year soul bones.
Bidding calls rose and fell continuously throughout the hall, the atmosphere growing increasingly heated.
Xiao Wu occasionally let out sounds of surprise and curiosity.
However, Lin Qingmo remained exceptionally calm.
His fingertips lightly tapped against the armrest in an unhurried rhythm, not even showing the slightest intention of touching the bidding plaque before him.
He clearly understood the scarcity of soul master resources in this era.
Even in a large-scale auction house like this, the appearance of soul bones between ten thousand and thirty thousand years old was already extraordinary.
Things like these could only amaze the soul masters of this era.
After all, this era was different from the future.
Right now, every soul bone above fifty thousand years could be treated as a sect inheritance treasure capable of triggering bloody battles once revealed.
But during the era of the Unrivaled Tang Sect, ten thousand years later, fifty-thousand-year soul bones were practically everywhere. Even hundred-thousand-year soul rings and bones existed in large numbers.
These things simply couldn't enter his eyes. There was no point wasting gold soul coins here.
"Ah Qing, why aren't you raising your bid at all?"
Xiao Wu leaned over and whispered, her head almost resting against his shoulder.
"Is there nothing Ah Qing wants? There was a soul bone just now."
"An eight-thousand-year soul bone isn't very useful."
Lin Qingmo smiled faintly, lowering his voice as if explaining to a curious child.
"Soul bones are different from soul rings. They need a high degree of compatibility with one's martial soul to fully unleash their effects. Otherwise, they might even negatively affect cultivation."
"Besides, soul bones with too low an age have limited improvent value. Buying them is purely a waste of money."
"The best choice for our soul bones is all ten thousand years or higher. Thousand-year ones aren't worth caring about."
Xiao Wu suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly, her ponytail swaying along with her motion.
"So that's how it is!"
"That also depends on what kind of soul bone it is."
Ning Rongrong leaned over with a smile, her tone carrying the pride of a young miss.
"For example, the inherited soul bones in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are all above fifty thousand years old."
…
Just as the group chatted and laughed, a new auction item was pushed onto the stage.
It was a pitch-black, tight-fitting combat suit.
The material was so thin and light it resembled gauze, emitting a faint, dim glow beneath the lights.
Like moonlight scattered across the surface of a deep pool, it looked exceptionally high quality.
"The next auction item is an excellent support item for the agility attack system soul masters!"
The auctioneer's voice rang out again, filled with inciting enthusiasm as though promoting so peerless treasure.
"The Nether Silk Combat Suit, woven from the companion silk of the Shadow Silkworm, is adaptable to different male and female body types."
"It can cushion impacts and be worn close to the body without affecting movent in any way. It is absolutely the ultimate choice for the agility attack system soul masters!
"The starting bid is one thousand gold soul coins. Each increase must be no less than five hundred!"
As soon as the words fell, bidding imdiately erupted below.
Quite a few agility attack system soul masters beca interested.
The item wasn't especially useful, but it truly looked beautiful. Its appearance was top-tier.
Thus, the price soared wildly like an unrestrained horse.
Zhu Zhuqing's gaze lingered on the combat suit for three breaths.
Only three breaths.
Her fingertips lightly moved against the armrest, like a cat's paw scratching gently.
"..."
Her lips pressed together slightly, but she didn't touch the bidding plaque before her.
She really did want that combat suit. It seed like it would be more comfortable than the tight leather outfit she currently wore.
And… It was too expensive.
Those nobles and wealthy people were willing to spend huge sums purely for appearance, but she didn't have that kind of money.
This subtle movent from Zhu Zhuqing didn't escape Lin Qingmo's eyes.
The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile. "Zhuqing, you want it?"
"Eh?"
Suddenly being asked that, Zhu Zhuqing showed a montary trace of confusion.
And just as the bidding reached five thousand gold soul coins, with nobody continuing to raise the price—
Lin Qingmo imdiately picked up the bidding plaque in front of him and raised it.
His tone was calm yet carried an overwhelming confidence.
"Ten thousand gold soul coins."
End of Chapter
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