Chapter 486: Fierce Reputation Shakes the Starry Sky

“Duke Changlin, saints are being auctioned on the Primeval Beast Platform, including Saint Li Feng from Planet Roufeng, a descendant of a female saint.”

In a ducal mansion on a life-sustaining planet in the cosmos, a servant reported, aiming to please his master.

“Is that the fighting platform?” Duke Changlin asked with displeasure. In his youth, he had been beaten into submission on it, a humiliating stain on his life. He hadn't logged in for several centuries.

Unaware of these past events, the servant excitedly described what was happening on a desolate planet at the edge of the universe: several divine sons and saints had been captured and were now being auctioned.

Initially, Duke Changlin was enraged, but he eventually calmed down and said, “That female saint once suppressed my ancestor. Now, her descendant, the saint of her lineage, has become a captive. Hmm, this is interesting. I’ll go bid!”

***

In another galaxy, there was a source of life.

On this powerful and magnificent planet stood the Hunyuan Palace, an evolution academy renowned throughout the star sea!

It was one of the most prestigious academies in the entire cosmos!

It was incredibly famous because it was backed by supreme experts capable of “Illuminating the Heavens”!

Hunyuan Palace was located in a star sea, attracting talented individuals from numerous life-sustaining planets in nearby galaxies for advanced studies. Even some sacred lands and evolution dynasties would send their outstanding disciples for exchange and learning.

Among those studying there were many divine sons, saints, and princes from various races, all with extraordinary backgrounds and renowned as geniuses on their respective planets.

Otherwise, they would not be qualified to pursue advanced studies at Hunyuan Palace.

This evolution academy, renowned throughout the cosmic star sea, was quite restless today, as many people were paying close attention to the Primeval Beast Platform.

Some students watched with burning eyes, full of envy, jealousy, and even hatred.

Many other students, clearly harboring deep resentment, clenched their fists and gritted their teeth while staring at their optical computers.

In a tranquil area of Hunyuan Palace, clouds drifted through mist, immortal energy permeated the air, and divine herbs exuded an exceptionally rich fragrance from the lakes and rocky mountains.

This was a secluded cultivation ground, accessible only to the most powerful students, where they could evolve and comprehend the notes of past masters.

A large group of students waited here for important figures to emerge from seclusion. Those in seclusion were senior students enveloped in divine auras, as well as exceptionally talented junior students.

Finally, they emerged one after another with great fanfare: some areas were filled with soaring red mists, others with vast purplish energy extending for dozens of miles, and even dragon roars and phoenix cries echoed from the misty immortal mountains.

“Dao Children, Divine Maidens, Senior Brothers, and Senior Sisters, you’ve finally come out of seclusion! Something big has happened!”

Someone quickly reported that the reason for their emergence was that the “Dao Bell” had been rung, summoning some to awaken early and leave the area.

“What is it?” asked a man whose purple energy enveloped the entire mountain region. His purple hair billowed, and his eyes flashed like lightning, though his body was somewhat indistinct within the mist.

“Senior Brother Zixiao, your sister, Saint Ziluan, has been captured, and now...” The reporter dared not say more.

“She’s lazy and never applies herself. In terms of strength, what qualification does she have to be called a saint? I recall that before my seclusion, she was making a fuss in the clan about wanting to explore some desolate planet, but her family stopped her. What’s happened to her now? Isn’t she at home? What trouble has she caused this time, and who captured her?” Zixiao asked, not particularly concerned. Given his family’s power and his own renown, anyone who captured his sister would surely release her quickly.

“She might be... auctioned off!” someone braced themselves to inform him.

“What?!” Zixiao was stunned, hardly believing his ears.

Soon, this group of newly emerged Dao Children and Divine Maidens learned some of the details and quickly logged onto the Primeval Beast Platform.

This kind of event was unfolding in many galaxies. People who hadn't been paying attention were quickly informed by those around them and rushed to log in.

It could be said that the Primeval Beast Platform was the biggest winner that day. Chu Feng's auctioning of divine sons and saints paled in comparison to their gains; they had countless users and were incredibly active.

“Ah, that really is my sister! How dare you, you petty thief!” Zixiao exclaimed upon logging in. Even with his composure, he couldn't stand it. He wanted to kill someone. His sister was being sold!

The most infuriating thing was that countless people were haggling over her price.

***

In another star system, Duke Changlin showed a peculiar expression. “Hmm, this Li Feng is indeed outstanding. Such a tall figure is rare. She truly inherited the genes of that female saint, resembling her in her youth. Bid!”

***

On Mount Tai, within the secret realm.

Chu Feng's complexion had become much rosier, and his original appearance was returning. Eating the pangolin saint's son had replenished his blood, energy, and life source, making him less weak.

However, he was now parched. No matter how he promoted the remaining divine sons and saints, no one was willing to exchange a secret manual of the “Horizon’s Edge” caliber.

On the Primeval Beast Platform, a group of seasoned veterans were clamoring for lower prices, saying his offers were unreasonable.

“Brother, you’re too greedy. What you’re asking for could serve as foundational secret texts for some lineages. Horizon’s Edge was one thing, but now you want peerless combat techniques? This is an unequal exchange; there’s no way to reach an agreement!”

A single volume of “Horizon’s Edge,” hailed as one of the peerless chapters in the domain of speed, had caused a huge stir. Fortunately, it was just one volume; even though it was sensational, it wasn't earth-shattering.

But now, when Chu Feng was selling Li Feng and Ziluan, he was actually demanding peerless combat techniques. Who would agree to that?

Peerless chapters are extremely rare. Secret techniques in the combat domain are even more precious. Don't evolvers rely on these methods to sustain their strength?

“Even a partial scroll would do!” Chu Feng conceded.

“There really isn’t any, brother. If such a method were to spread, it would cause calamity for the entire clan. What peerless expert would tolerate their secret techniques being leaked?”

“Brother Chu Feng, if you really manage to get the first volume of Horizon’s Edge, you should burn high incense. A secret technique of that level is definitely a great fortune. However, until a deal is closed, anything can change; you might not actually get it.”

Chu Feng’s expression was uncertain. He naturally knew that when making exorbitant demands, no one was a fool, and no one was willing to pay an excessive price.

He was just trying his luck, hoping some old geezer, old in age but not in heart, might be willing to bid for the divine sons and saints to “decorate their facade.”

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

“Alright, this time, it’s a bundled sale. Not just one saint, but Li Feng and Ziluan together! Whoever has a top-tier exquisite combat technique, one secret manual, gets two saints from high-level planets!”

Chu Feng gritted his teeth. In his words, he was “spitting blood” to offer this deal, now selling two together.

Beside him, Saint Ziluan was terribly wronged. This proud girl was now both angry and afraid, but she dared not resist or speak much, fearing Chu Feng would eat her.

Li Feng’s chest also heaved, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. She desperately wanted to fight back, but she truly didn’t want to die. Those who had just battled Chu Feng were either obliterated or roasted and eaten.

“Young man, peerless renowned chapters are always passed down through lineages and have prestigious origins; they are generally difficult to trade,” Duke Changlin interjected, signaling his intent to act. He continued, “However, there are other methods. There’s a theory that emphasizes that the strongest method is the one best suited to oneself, encouraging self-created techniques. I happen to have classics on this evolution theory, which has become a school of thought. As long as you possess a decent breathing technique, you can actually spontaneously derive and evolve some good combat exquisite techniques. With further creation and refinement, they should be excellent.”

Chu Feng’s heart stirred upon hearing this. He possessed the ultimate breathing technique, which might allow him to develop astonishing exquisite techniques in the combat domain!

However, he dared not show any unusual expression. Instead, he said, “Then, old sir, would you mind selling me a top-tier breathing technique as well?”

Duke Changlin opened his mouth, finding it impossible to communicate.

Everyone else on the Primeval Beast Platform was speechless. What was a breathing technique? Mastering it ultimately meant possessing everything!

Such classics were more precious than anything, forming the very foundation of a sect's existence!

The top ten star systems had endured eternally and remained unshaken precisely because they possessed ultimate breathing techniques—supreme inherited scriptures.

In the eyes of many, Chu Feng was a native of a desolate planet, truly ignorant of everything, even such basic common sense. Who would sell a breathing technique? That would be equivalent to selling the very foundation of a lineage!

Chu Feng said, “In that case, old sir, please exchange it for the theoretical classic you mentioned. I want to see if I can embark on the path of creating my own techniques. However, it certainly can’t be for two saints; one is enough.”

“I also have this kind of classic. My grand-uncle once thoroughly researched the systematic theories of this school!” someone bid, claiming it was a secret transmission.

“This old man possesses the personal notes of a renowned master of this theory, along with multiple classics. However, young friend, you’ll need two saints in exchange; one is not enough.”

Hearing this, Chu Feng grumbled inwardly, wondering why all the bidders were old guys, and every single one of them was greedy.

He shook his head and said, “Unless it’s a peerless exquisite technique in the combat domain, or a top-tier breathing technique, it’s impossible to buy two saints.”

***

At Hunyuan Palace, a group of newly emerged young Dao Children, Divine Maidens, and others looked as if they had seen ghosts.

As for Zixiao, he flew into a rage, slapping out a palm that evaporated a nearby lake. His body radiated purple energy that soared to the sky. Someone actually dared to sell his sister!

Moreover, the situation was incredibly critical!

“We must rescue Sister Ziluan! How can such a vibrant and lovely girl be so desecrated? Who among you is willing to go kill the demon? Let’s depart together and enter that desolate planet!”

Many people shouted, partly because they genuinely couldn’t bear to see Ziluan fall into demonic hands, and partly to curry favor with Zixiao.

However, something even more astonishing occurred, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Chu Feng made the two saints display their talents, all to fetch a better price and exchange for rare secret manuals.

He gazed at Li Feng; she truly was a supermodel-level saint, with an impeccable figure.

At this moment, Li Feng was furious. This demon king actually forced her to dance, all to highlight her slender physique.

“As for you, Ziluan, your true form is also a fierce bird. Then sing a song, hmm, just sing ‘I Am a Little Bird’.”

Upon hearing this, Ziluan was so enraged she wanted to curse. As a direct descendant of her clan, despite not being diligent in cultivation, she held a high status due to her exceptionally talented brother.

“Do you dare not sing?” Chu Feng glared at her.

Ziluan’s hairs instantly stood on end. She wouldn't forget that Zhu Wuque had been directly beaten to death because he didn't sing "Conquer."

This person was too brutal. She shuddered on the spot, remembering the miserable fate of the Yinque clan’s saint son, and gritted her teeth, nodding her head, ready to start singing.

If Chu Feng knew what she was thinking, he would surely curse. "Conquer," my foot! That was about silencing him, wasn't it? Zhu Wuque couldn’t sing even if he wanted to; Chu Feng wouldn’t let him!

“I am a little bird, wanting to fly, but no matter what, I can’t fly high…” Ziluan sang, her voice melodious and ethereal, unexpectedly beautiful.

However, she felt immensely wronged. She could no longer be arrogant and dared not mock Chu Feng as a savage native. She could only sing there, reluctantly.

The effect was astonishing; the number of bidders surged!

At Hunyuan Palace, Zixiao was enraged, his hair bristling. This was... outrageous!