Lu's calm voice lingered over Beiluo Lake.
Not loud, serene—like the neighbor boy whispering casually.
Yet every flower boat, every cultivator perked necks, stared at Little Yinglong's tray.
This auction: long-awaited.
White Jade Capital's: how not?
In cultivation world, White Jade Capital: authority; enigmatic, unfathomable Young Master Lu—curiosity abounded.
Items: anticipation.
White Jade Capital's offerings: no ordinary.
Many boats.
Overlord squinted, poured wine calmly.
Tantai Xuan breath quickened, palm pressed table hard.
Tang Xiansheng near-soil, but slit eyes sharp—curious, expectant.
Lu no suspense; burned cloth.
Soul sense strengthened; Heavenly Mystic, Bone Nether fires masterful.
"First item: Qi Gathering Pills."
Calm voice.
Tray: jade bottle sat.
"Five pills."
"First-grade; gathers three patterns. Low tier, but excellent for Qi Core."
Lu explained.
Words fell; air stifled seconds, then buzzed.
"Qi Gathering?"
"Heard... Young Master's maid eats like candy?"
"Heh, White Jade Capital strong, but maid's candy auction—underestimates us?"
Boats: whispers endless.
Many vowed no buy.
Faces to lose—bidding maid's sweets?
Empress's boat.
Lips curved, laughed branches shaking; hand ruffled Ni Yu's head wildly—Ni puffed dissatisfied.
Candy how?
Earned refining—candy fine?
Cheap? Old Jing licks one half-year!
Lu ignored murmurs.
"Five pills: one spirit stone start."
Silence long...
Weighed.
Stones limited; Tantai first five, most bottom five.
Clan heads hesitant.
Soon: "Young Master, one stone!"
Blue-robed elegant, gritted—like major decision.
Heads turned.
"Dongyang Zhou Clan!"
"Dongyang has gate, but dragon rampages—death. Fewer cultivators..."
"Zhou foundations for young."
Heads bright, smiled, analyzed.
Lu wheeled, fingers tapped: "More?"
"No? Count three—no bids."
Words.
Murmuring heads bid.
"Gather or not—love sweets... two stones."
Opened; boats exploded.
Zhou head furious glared.
Humphed, sleeved sat—boat rocked ripples.
Others no compete.
Bottle to second head.
Lu dialed; bottle floated steady.
Man smiling received, bowed.
Lu took two stones unceremoniously.
One: 100,000; two: 200,000.
Smile calm, heart bleeding.
Five pills... 200,000; 40,000 each!
Gold dearer!
Zhou's taken; atmosphere grave, competition sensed.
Lu lips up—desired.
Tapped; Little Yinglong splashed in, gone.
Soon: elegant second tray.
Burned cloth.
"Second: Forging Master Gongsun Yu's low yellow-tier artifact... knife."
Words; boats boiled.
Artifacts familiar.
Channel qi, amplify—weapons.
Lu's board, Jing Yue's sword...
"Knife?"
"No na... casual."
"Low yellow—no na worthy."
Heads exchanged speaking eyes.
Distant: Ye Shoudao sipping, eyes fluctuated interest.
"Young Master's artifact... our magic tool."
Knife interest.
Cloth burned; blade glead radiant—interest vanished.
"Ninth-grade... boring."
Poured, drank.
Nie's Dragon Slayer interesting; ninth beneath Infant.
But heads exploded.
Tantai, Mo Ju exchanged.
Pills skippable—dragon gates.
Artifacts... none.
Miss: no next.
Unknown next auction.
"Knife: two stones start."
Lu.
Instant bids.
Tantai: "Three."
Overlord glanced amused.
No bid—dislikes knives.
To him: artifact depends user.
Bids continued.
Tantai no deter; soon five.
500,000 knife...
Worth?
Hesitant; even Tantai stop.
Unknown better next.
Tang Xiansheng tea; Tang Yimo beside.
"Yimo, bid."
Hoarse.
No hesitate: "Six."
Four-stone head red-eyed—500,000; add?
Human?!
"Seven!"
Gasps.
Blood capital.
Tang smiled, sipped slow, eyes opened.
"Low-key long... forgot my South Commandery?"
"Short cash?"
Yimo expressionless.
Eight: took low yellow.
Overflow vs. pills.
Tantai leaned plank, twitched...
True—South rich, cash no issue.
Heads threatened.
But... ways?
Money: strength.
...
Wolong Ridge.
Nine eerie gates stood.
Sky birds over—struck, fell.
Xiang Army sealed tight.
But noise: uncontainable.
Spies ssaged new immortal realm.
Birds flew.
Army: unbelievers to First Prison.
Less rejection than others.
Center black stele: endless evil, dare not gaze.
Resisted to gate.
Pressure grew; many flung, coughed blood.
But one touched edge.
Pressure vanished.
Sat gasping.
Li away brothers fists clenched.
Hope-bearer pushed bronze, entered.
...
Beiluo lakeside.
Gasps endless.
Overlord cup hand shook, wine dripped.
Lu announced third.
"Fifth item: third-grade Body Tempering Pills."
Lazy.
"Qi Core peak: 100% Body Storage. Peak: aids tempering, boosts Golden Core Heavenly Lock chance."
No probability—but storm.
Known precious—Ni's refining drew tribulation; ordinary?
Qi Gathering crushed.
"Ten stones start."
Words; breaths rushed.
Du heard effects—moved.
"Better than Tianyuan Foundation Pills."
"Nonsense—Foundation for Foundation; Golden Core candy distaste."
Empress.
"Tempering aids Heavenly Lock... Ni and I flavored varieties—no effect loss. Ten stones expensive?"
Lips up.
Now: exchanging stones.
"Ten!"
Overlord low.
Opened; heads silent.
Xiliang King...
Dare rob?
Fa lingered.
Tantai no yield: "Eleven."
Tang squinted indifferent: "Twelve."
Overlord blank: "Thirteen."
Gasps.
Xiliang, Great Xuan, South—silent clash.
1.3 million...
Not cheap.
But start; clans joined—soon twenty.
Sima boat; An Miaoyu red-caped quiet beside.
Sipped.
Glanced An's envying lips.
Hand shook.
"Want Tempering?"
Soft.
An stunned, blushed, waved.
No... can't afford.
Expensive.
Sima smiled: "Like? Master risks life."
Suddenly to Lu: "Young Master."
Bids quieted.
"Speak."
Faint.
Sima rose, embarrassed but bowed.
"Young Master, trade painting for stones?"
Serious.
Around laughed.
One stone 100,000; poor painter—value?
Lu brow up, pondered, interested: "If worth, yes."
Sima inhaled.
Back box: long cloth-wrapped scroll.
Drew, threw Lu.
"Young Master, value?"
Lu hand; scroll hovered, unrolled.
Heads curious—ordinary?
Du etc. felt unusual, indefinable.
Lu rolled, kept, to Ning Zhao.
"Store; him 100 stones."
Ning stunned—hot.
Painting: 10 million?
Sima calm—knew value.
Du etc. incredulous.
Head: "Young Master... irregular?"
"Painting... why 100?"
Indignant.
Family less.
Lu wheeled, glanced, laughed: "Questioning ?"
Words; unrest stopped.
Head sweat, fear deep...
Offended Young Master Lu?
Petty known.
Offend: dood!
Lu calm, tapped.
World blur.
Head's boat empty; shifted outside city.
Outside.
Back chilled, lucky.
Slunk away.
Dare enter? Legs broken.
Sima's: no ordinary—Genesis Chart traced, Dao intent faint.
Comprehend: intent.
High price reason.
100 to Sima; smiled, bid Tempering.
Hot.
High.
Finally Sima: 50 stones.
One: 5 million.
Sky price—no over.
Brought silver limited; next items.
Fifth only.
Others?
Analyzed Lu style: low to high value.
Thoughts vivid.
Lu wheeled smiling opened.
Head up, Wolong gaze, lips smiled.
"Next: sixth..."
"Special."
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