“This rare potion allows your dantians to expand beyond natural limits. Drink it… and your body will be able to store more Qi than others at your level — perfect for both combat and cultivation!”
Gossips filled the room instantly:
“That’s a top-tier treasure for Core Formation!”
“Even Nascent Soul cultivators would kill for that boost!”
“I heard just one drop can help during bottleneck breakthroughs!”
Fi Feng raised one hand for silence, then smiled sharply.
“The starting price is… ten mid-grade spiritual stones!”
Hands shot up immediately.
“Eleven mid-grade stones!”
“Twelve!”
“Thirteen and a fire essence pill!”
“Fourteen and one Spirit Tempering Manual!”
The hall exploded into action.
Many bidders nervously looked up toward the Sapphire Lobby but seeing Julian unmoved, they sighed in relief and continued fighting among themselves.
Fi Feng grinned widely, watching the excitement grow.
“Fifteen stones and one Profound Metal shard!”
“Seventeen!”
“Twenty!”
The bid was climbing rapidly.
“Twenty-five mid-grade stones!” a voice boomed confidently.
A man in plain robe stood up proudly from the center, his chest puffed.
Fi Feng turned toward him with a wide grin and began the countdown.
Some disciples exchanged glances, whispering among themselves.
“The potion is good…” one murmured.
“But is it really worth twenty-five mid-grade stones?”
“Overpriced,” another muttered. “That guy just wanted to show off.”
Fi Feng raised his hand.
“One… Two… Three…!”
No one else raised their hand.
He clapped once.
“Congratulations! The Heavenly Potion of Qi now belongs to you!
You can redeem it later at the treasure desk after the auction concludes.”
The proud disciple sat back down smugly as polite applause followed.
The two seductive maids bowed gracefully, then carried the tray back behind the curtains.
Fi Feng wasted no time.
“With that out of the way,” he said smoothly, “bring in the next item!”
Immediately, two new maids stepped through the side entrance.
They were equally alluring as the last pair and between them, they carried a black-fabric covered tray.
Fi Feng stepped forward dramatically and pulled off the fabric.
A dagger lay beneath, its edge glowing with a strange dark glow, like it was made of darkness.
Even from a distance, one could sense a dangerous aura leaking from it.
Fi Feng gripped the hilt and raised it high.
“This,” he said
“is the Dragon’s Breath Dagger. It is said… this blade was forged from the tooth of a dragon that once roamed our world.”
The moment the name “Dragon’s Breath Dagger” was spoken, the crowd buzzed wildly.
“Did he say… dragon?”
“A real dragon’s tooth?”
“Impossible! Aren’t they extinct?”
“No wonder it looks like it’s alive…”
Murmurs turned into full-on whispers, the entire auction hall filled with disbelief.
Fi Feng basked in the attention, spinning the dagger slightly in his hand.
“This dagger… is not only forged from the tooth of a true dragon…”
He paused, letting the anticipation rise.
“But its edge… carries a curse.”
The room fell silent.
Fi Feng smiled wider and continued,
“Any wound inflicted by this blade will never heal naturally. Not by pills. Not by medicine. Not even by high-grade healing techniques.”
Gasps echoed through the chamber.
Fi Feng spun the blade once more and stabbed it lightly into the table — the wood rotted and blackened where it touched.
A chilling silence followed.
Everyone in the room knew: this item wasn’t just rare — it was dangerous.
“And this…” Fi Feng said,
“starts at 1,000 high-grade spiritual stones.”
Eyes widened, and some cultivators physically jolted in their seats.
“A thousand?!”
“That’s a sect elder’s annual salary!”
“That’s… that’s robbery!”
Fi Feng laughed.
“Oh, come now. Let’s not pretend this dagger is a common treasure. This is an unhealable wound in your hands.
So to everyone who has been saving their entire life for something…
this is your moment to empty your pockets.”
He leaned forward slightly.
“After all… if it ends up in the hands of someone you hate—”
His tone darkened,
“—they’ll have the advantage against you forever.”
The hall fell into a tense silence.
Everyone looked around at each other, calculating their next move.
Then, from the VIP section on the lower floor, a voice shouted—
“One thousand and fifty!”
A grey-robed elder stood, his posture both tense yet excited.
Then another voice cut in sharply,
“Eleven hundred!”
It came from a young man in golden robes, the badge of a Ten great sect on his chest.
“Eleven-fifty!”
“Twelve hundred!”
Julian watched with amusement as the bidding war began to heat up.
Below, even the confident voices were filled with nervous tension — no one wanted to overspend, but none wanted to let it fall into a rival’s hands either.
Fi Feng laughed joyfully.
“Wonderful! Let the bloodless battle begin!”
“Thirteen hundred!” shouted a voice from the far-right balcony.
Heads turned — it was Elder Wu from the Iron Ghost Sect, one of the ten great sects, his face already red with tension.
“Fourteen hundred!” came immediately after, from the left side — Elder Gao of the Thunder Flame Pavilion, one of the ten great sects.
The crowd tensed.
These two had history.
“You fucking snake!” Elder Wu barked, pointing a finger at Gao.
“I should have crushed your sect twenty years ago when your whore of a daughter begged to sleep in my courtyard!”
Gasps exploded across the hall.
Elder Gao smirked and snapped back,
“You old fart! I’ll fuck your mother and your grandmother! You think I’m scared of your weak techniques?”
“Fifteen hundred!” Elder Wu roared, face tomato with fury.
“Fifteen-fifty!” Gao shouted back, veins bulging.
Disciples below lowered their heads as spiritual pressure began leaking from both elders.
Fi Feng stepped in quickly, laughing but serious.
“Esteemed guests, esteemed guests—let’s keep the auction orderly! Save the physical violence for after, hmm?”
“Sixteen hundred!” shouted Wu, ignoring him entirely.
“You want this dagger so bad?” Gao barked,
“Are you scared I’ll stab your limp old cock next time you challenge me?!”
The entire hall was in chaos — gasps, laughter, and shocked silence all clashed together.
Just as Elder Wu opened his mouth to throw another curse, a calm voice rose from the center of the crowd.
“Twenty thousand.”
Silence.
The entire auction hall froze.
Heads snapped toward the source of the voice like puppets.
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