Chapter 599: Super Auction Grand Event

Chapter 603: The Super Auction Event

Early in the morning, the rosy clouds streamed forth, bathing Xiba City in a golden radiance. Its dark walls were edged with gold, lending a sacred aura to the city.

Ye Fan arrived at a small restaurant, ordered a bowl of tofu pudding and a basket of small steamed buns, and sat down to eat while watching the pedestrians on the ancient street.

The sun had just risen, and the rosy glow was soft, casting a warm warmth upon everyone. There was no clamor, no battle cries, no dazzling magic artifacts, and no blood—only tranquility and simplicity.

For years, Ye Fan's life had been intense, constantly risking life and death. He was accustomed to scenes of sharp blades severing heads and blood staining the sky, always hovering between life and death. At this moment, however, he felt a profound peace.

For an ordinary person, this was just a typical morning; some might even complain that the morning glow was a bit too bright. But for Ye Fan, it was a pure enjoyment.

The brilliant morning glow, the warm rising sun, the clean porcelain bowl, the smooth tofu pudding, and the passersby all made him feel that life was simple, vibrant, and natural.

"Cultivators are a group of non-humans, unable to appreciate the beauty of the mundane world. It's too monotonous," Ye Fan sighed softly.

At this hour, many cultivators were likely meditating amidst deep mountain cliffs or in front of ancient caves, far removed from the mortal world. Even more were in secluded cultivation, not seeing the sun or moon for years on end.

Mortals envied those who could fly and escape into the earth, yet they didn't know that it required years of accumulation, enduring torment in monotony, and silent solitary cultivation, which didn't always guarantee success.

Ye Fan was soon going into secluded cultivation, intending to use the bottle of dragon marrow to attempt the Fourth Transformation of Dragon Ascension. These days, he was relaxing his mind and experiencing the mundane world, preparing to break through and transcend the tribulation in one go.

The street suddenly trembled. The bluestones on the ground quivered slightly as over a dozen magnificent exotic beasts galloped in from the direction of the city gate. Some resembled qilin, flickering with purple light, while others were like dragon steeds, their entire bodies ablaze with fierce flames.

As they rushed past, the entire ancient street shook and rumbled. They then entered the city's largest inn.

Not long after, more people arrived, descending from the sky on clouds. It wasn't just one or two groups; people kept arriving intermittently, entering Xiba City.

Xiba City was one of the Ten Great Ancient Cities of the Central Province, where many powerful cultivators lived in seclusion and numerous others frequently appeared. The local people were long accustomed to such sights and showed no panic.

"The bimonthly super auction is about to begin. This time it's being held at the Treasure Pavilion of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty, and many people have rushed here overnight."

"I wonder what divine treasures will appear this time. Most likely, quite a few Emperor-level figures will attend."

Someone at a nearby table was discussing in a low voice. Xiba City held a major event every two months, hosted by various major auction houses in rotation, often attracting Saint Lord-level figures.

The morning's tranquility was broken as people continuously flew in from the horizon and landed in the city. Some residents speculated that this auction would likely feature extraordinary magic treasures, otherwise, it wouldn't attract so many people.

Loud hoofbeats echoed, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, as another six or seven riders galloped in from the city gate, moving like streaks of light at great speed. All these mounts were exotic species: some had wings sprouting from their ribs and glowed all over, while others had dense scales and massive hooves.

All the exotic beasts trod in the void, half a foot above the ground, their hooves not touching the earth. Yet, they still created sounds of wind and thunder, even louder than if they had walked on bluestone. Each one was incomparably magnificent.

At the very front were a golden divine Hou and a purple qilin beast. Golden divine flames and purple celestial flames blazed fiercely around them, making the two riders on their backs appear majestic and imposing.

"These are the elite talents from the Qishi Mansion, also here to join the excitement. They are the most outstanding heirs from the Five Great Domains, and their presence will be indispensable here in the future."

The Qishi Mansion opened once every ten thousand years, and its current presence was destined to make this city even more prosperous. These individuals would certainly not lack resources; most of them were destined to become future leaders of their respective sects.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed. He recognized an old acquaintance: the rider of the golden divine Hou, dressed in golden battle armor, robust and valiant, with tiger-like eyes shining brightly and black hair unbound.

It was Jin Chixiao, the heir of the Golden Family from the Northern Region, with the blood of an ancient king flowing in his veins.

Ye Fan hadn't expected to see him here. The last time, at Fire Demon Ridge, the Saint Spirit Demise of the Eastern Wasteland, Jin Chixiao was among the thirteen Saint Son-level figures who besieged him.

"I triggered a heavenly tribulation and killed a group of people. The Great Evolution Saint Son escaped then but was later killed by me. I didn't expect him to be one who slipped through the net."

Having participated in the plot to kill him, Ye Fan naturally held no goodwill towards this individual. If he weren't in Xiba City, he would certainly have made a move against him.

The six or seven exotic beasts stopped, and everyone dismounted, coming straight to the small restaurant. They evidently planned to have breakfast there.

"Ding!"

A silver piece landed on Ye Fan's table with a soft clink, spinning a few times before settling.

"Go, lead our mounts to the inn up ahead."

The speaker, dressed in a purple robe, walked in alongside Jin Chixiao. He gave Ye Fan only a cold glance, not bothering to look longer, and then went directly to find a seat.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear?" A person nearby, seeing Ye Fan hadn't moved, looked surprised. 'Just a mortal, yet unmoved by a silver piece,' he thought.

"Is it too little? It's just a few steps." Jin Chixiao glanced over and threw a gold leaf, aiming it at Ye Fan's cheek.

"Ding!"

Ye Fan extended two fingers, caught the gold leaf, and casually tossed it onto the table. Two clear beams of light shot from his eyes as he looked at them and slowly said, "You want to order me around by throwing a gold leaf at my face?"

The few people were surprised and immediately understood that this was no mere mortal; otherwise, he wouldn't dare to speak to them in such a manner.

"He doesn't even want gold leaves? We'll find someone else to lead the horses," one of them scoffed. The others remained silent, fearing they might stir up trouble.

Ye Fan flicked a few gold leaves with his finger, sending them to land in front of Jin Chixiao and the man who had spoken. "For you," he said, "be quiet and don't be so noisy."

"You..." The few people were furious and instantly stood up.

Jin Chixiao's expression shifted. "Forget it," he said. "Let's eat first, then rest for a bit. We still need to go to the Treasure Pavilion of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty."

"Our apologies, friend," the purple-robed man also said, clearly not wanting to cause trouble. "Since you're unwilling, we've disturbed you."

"Since you've put it that way, then let's drop it." Ye Fan stood up and left.

"You..." One of them was very unwilling but held back from reacting.

The Nine Li Divine Dynasty, one of the Four Immortal Divine Dynasties of the Central Province, boasted an ancient heritage and vast power. It maintained weapon halls and auction houses in various ancient cities.

At this moment, the area in front of the Treasure Pavilion was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, a veritable sea of humanity. Many had gathered to attend this super auction event.

The Nine Li Heavenly Pavilion was exceptionally magnificent, covering an immense area, resembling a city within a city.

Stepping inside, one encountered a light gate that flashed each time someone entered, revealing their strength. Attendants would then guide individuals based on the brilliance of the light.

Ye Fan tried to conceal his strength, but the light still flashed a few times. A young girl came out and led him into a floating pavilion. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that all the cultivators in this area were from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.

Ultimately, he requested a private room. Sitting in the suspended hall, he had an unobstructed view of the auction hall below, everything clearly visible.

"I hope there's some peerless dragon marrow; if so, I can immediately attempt to break through," Ye Fan thought as he sat in the pavilion, observing everything in the auction hall. The transactions had already begun.

"A 6,000-year-old spirit herb, starting bid 10,000 jin of source."

"11,000 jin of source!"

"12,000 jin of source!"

In the end, the spirit herb was sold for 20,000 jin of source, marking the first transaction in the Nine Li Heavenly Pavilion.

The atmosphere in the auction hall was lukewarm, but everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. No exceptionally rare treasures had appeared yet.

"Next, a Li Fire Sword, starting bid 100,000 jin of source."

Finally, a commotion arose in the hall below. Many people were drawn in and immediately began to bid.

The sword was crimson like blood, emitting mist and glow. Bursts of Li Fire radiated from it, generating an unbearable heat. This ancient sword was interwoven with fundamental laws, making it a Saint Lord-level weapon.

"150,000 jin of source!"

"180,000 jin of source!"

"200,000 jin of source!"

In the end, the Li Fire Sword was auctioned off at an astonishingly high price, falling into the hands of a young man. Many were surprised to learn he was a disciple of the Qishi Mansion.

Subsequently, the atmosphere in the auction hall grew increasingly lively. Treasures appeared one after another, drawing gasps of surprise, and the transaction prices became ever more astonishing.

The auction reached its climax when a piece of iron, as white as jade and flawless as suet, was placed on a jade plate and brought into the hall.

"A piece of Suet Jade Divine Iron, starting bid 500,000 jin of pure source."

"Boom!" The hall erupted, and many people stood up, eagerly looking forward to see it.

It was a head-sized piece of divine iron, as white as snow and utterly flawless. It displayed none of the typical characteristics of metal, resembling a block of suet jade.

However, everyone knew this was an extraordinary treasure. Even a Saint Lord refining their own weapon would find adding just a small amount sufficient, making it incredibly rare and precious.

It was said that such precious material could be used to refine King-level weapons, and it was something various advanced King physiques required after achieving mastery, making it exceedingly rare.

"600,000 jin of source!"

"700,000 jin of source!"

"800,000 jin of source!"

Many people were very excited, raising bids by 100,000 jin of source at a time, all eager to acquire it.

Ye Fan clicked his tongue in amazement. There truly were many people with abundant source. Although he was the successor of the Heaven Origin Master, even he couldn't casually throw around hundreds of thousands of jin of source as if it were nothing.

"1.5 million jin of source," a young man suddenly stated calmly.

All sounds in the venue ceased. This person had suddenly raised the bid from one million to 1.5 million jin of source, demonstrating a clear determination to win.

"Who is he? Although this material is rare, refining it carries great risk and it can easily be rendered useless, making it worthless. Yet he still dares to bid so boldly."

"Xu Zixuan, the Feathered King of the Central Province's young generation. A physique like his hasn't appeared for a full fifteen thousand years."

"If not for the Central Emperor being so terrifying, his great name as a formidable young expert in the Central Province would have already spread throughout the world."

In the end, the Feathered King successfully bid 1.7 million jin of pure source for the head-sized Suet Jade Divine Iron. An old man by his side helped him pay.

Clearly, he had a powerful background, supported by an ancient family; otherwise, he couldn't possibly have produced such a large amount of source on his own.

"The next item for auction: a King-level weapon!"

"Whoa!"

This time, an uproar erupted, and everyone stood up. To auction off such an item was beyond all expectations.

Wielding a King-level weapon, one could traverse the world unchallenged and even contend against a group of cultivators of the same rank. Its power was unparalleled!

Ye Fan was also shaken. He had once wielded the Nine Divine Weapons and had genuinely experienced their terrifying might, knowing them to be indestructible and invincible.

Currently, he also possessed an inch-long black war chariot, a King-level war chariot that was equally terrifying. When it had been in Wang Chong's hands, Ye Fan had only been able to suppress it using the Nine Divine Weapons.

It was a small bell, no bigger than a baby's fist, with an emerald green body. It was a divine jade bell, resembling green agate.

This King-level weapon, though appearing clear and gentle, possessed an unparalleled terrifying power that captivated everyone present.

"I must obtain this weapon!" Jin Chixiao declared, golden light glinting in his eyes.

Even in the Central Province, it was almost unheard of to see a King-level divine weapon auctioned at a super event like this. They were simply too rare; anyone who acquired one would nurture it themselves, allowing it to merge with their flesh and blood, rather than selling it.

"What a genuine treasure. It's probably Heaven-grade. I still wanted to buy some dragon marrow, but I likely can't afford this item," Ye Fan sighed softly from his suspended pavilion.