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Xu Feng held the auction list from Jingcheng Auction, which featured ten key auction items. The Shark Slayer Blade was not among them. Starting with a Superior Spirit Tool, Jingcheng Auction indeed had an impressive lineup.
Among the top ten auction items, six were offensive spirit tools, three were defensive battle garments, and the last one was a supportive spirit tool—the only item Xu Feng wanted to bid on: the Chasing Sun Boots.
While others valued these boots for their speed enhancement in attacks, Xu Feng only wanted them for one purpose: to escape. Ever since Cao Lei nearly slipped away from him last time, Xu Feng had become particularly attentive to speed-related spirit tools.
His Archery Skills were inherently a long-range attack method that required a certain distance. If he could maintain that distance, his opponent would be forced to passively endure attacks, keeping him relatively safe. This would also increase his success rate in challenging opponents beyond his level.
“Next up is a rare treasure we acquired by chance, the Goat Horn Ginseng. It has been aged for over a hundred years; its value is well understood by all of you Alchemists. The starting bid is fifty thousand spirit stones.” The host wore an expression that suggested all men understood this value. “Yes, Goat Horn Ginseng; I like it.”
Laughter erupted in the hall.
The function of Goat Horn Ginseng was relatively singular and targeted towards Alchemists, so its price could not be inflated too high and was ultimately sold for eighty thousand spirit stones.
The third item finally revealed one of the top ten products. The curtain opened again, and two stunning Female Cultivators entered the stage, each holding a large spear. They walked gracefully around the stage before bending deeply to place the spear on the table. The two Female Cultivators blushed slightly as they caught their breath and swayed back to the backstage.
A spear, two beauties, with low-cut necklines and gentle breaths. Many male cultivators regretted not bidding on that Goat Horn Ginseng earlier…
“Dear friends, a good spear is worth everything.” The sleazy host said calmly: “This is a top-tier item among Superior Spirit Tools—the Overlord Spear—with a starting bid of six hundred thousand.”
After a brief silence in the audience, laughter erupted once more.
“Six hundred fifty thousand.”
“Seven hundred thousand.”
“Eight hundred thousand.”
“……”
“One million!” A voice floated out from the VIP Room above Ximen. The voice was not loud, yet it silenced all sounds in the venue.
No one placed a higher bid.
“Deal!” Two female cultivators stepped out and bowed gracefully towards the VIP Room, carrying a large spear as they left, leaving behind a crowd of stunned onlookers.
Next, several mid-grade spirit artifacts were auctioned off, none of which were what Xu Feng wanted.
After about two hours, the Chasing Sun Boots were finally brought to the stage.
“Superior Battle Boots, Chasing Sun. Starting bid is four hundred thousand.” The host introduced seriously, “Chasing Sun, you can imagine how fast they are.”
Laughter erupted in the audience once again.
“Four hundred fifty thousand.”
“Five hundred thousand.”
“Five hundred fifty thousand.”
This pair of boots was not highly regarded, and there weren't many interested cultivators. Xu Feng was secretly pleased and was just about to raise his bid to six hundred thousand when another voice floated out from the long-silent VIP Room above Ximen.
“Seven hundred thousand.”
Spending seven hundred thousand on a supportive spirit artifact was already somewhat extravagant; ordinary loose cultivators would never buy it and simply could not afford it. Most of those who could afford such prices were important figures from sects or notorious lone thieves.
"Seven hundred and ten thousand," Xu Feng made his first bid. A number of eyes turned towards him, seemingly eager to see someone challenge the VIP Room guest.
"Eighty thousand." The voice from the VIP Room was indeed wealthy and imposing.
"Eighty-one thousand." Xu Feng felt a bit of pain in his heart, but this was something he had to obtain—a life-saving item that could not be lost.
"Ninety thousand." That annoying voice hesitated for a moment but still threw out a number that made Xu Feng want to kill.
Ninety thousand for a pair of Superior Battle Boots was already bordering on provocation.
"Ninety thousand once!" The host seized the opportunity to create a tense atmosphere.
"One hundred thousand." This time, Xu Feng did not add another thousand. Originally, the extra thousand was just to indicate his desire to win; he believed the other party thought they could snag a bargain by adding a thousand and taking it away without giving him face.
The room fell silent. One hundred thousand for a pair of boots, and Xu Feng's face showed signs of losing composure, simmering with anger.
The host cast a congratulatory glance at Xu Feng, wearing a self-satisfied expression. Selling a pair of shoes for one hundred thousand brought him considerable benefits as well.
"One hundred and one thousand."
Xu Feng stumbled slightly, nearly falling over. Was this bastard trying to provoke him on purpose?
"You win," Xu Feng waved his hand at the host, signaling his surrender. Even with money, it shouldn't be spent like this. Xu Feng felt frustrated by the outcome.
The VIP Room unexpectedly won the Chasing Sun Boots for one hundred and one thousand, having only added one thousand. Xu Feng withdrew from the bidding. What could have been obtained for sixty thousand had been driven up to one hundred thousand by the two of them; it was unclear whether the buyer was pleased or infuriated.
The auction continued with various mid-tier and high-tier spiritual artifacts being presented one after another, but nothing else caught Xu Feng's interest. By afternoon, five out of the top ten auction items had appeared, and this first auction would soon come to an end.
"Next is today's final item: Superior Spirit Tool: Wings of the Strange Dragon. This spirit tool is unmatched in speed, capable of pursuing enemies over vast distances and capturing them effortlessly!" The host emphasized the use of speed, noting that while others might flee, he was there to eliminate opponents.
The beautiful woman had finished her work. Two handsome men carried a large, deep gray, spiked wing that was ten feet wide onto the stage. The table couldn't accommodate it, so they had to hold the wing up for everyone to see. Some Female Cultivators examined it closely, not just looking at the wing...
Xu Fengxin felt a stir within him. Wow, this item is amazing! It's far superior to the earlier Chasing Sun Boots. However, he quickly realized that such a valuable item would likely be out of his reach; it would be difficult to take it without at least one or two million in hand. Given his current status, pulling out such a large sum could lead to endless trouble.
Seeing that the crowd was eager to bid, the host's expression darkened.
"Wings of the Strange Dragon comes from the body of a strange dragon in Beast Wasteland. This dragon is a variant of the dragon race, capable of anything on land and possessing Five Element Attributes. Even after refining, the attributes of this spirit tool cannot be changed. Therefore... the starting price is two hundred thousand." The host explained with an awkward expression, wishing he could find a hole to hide in.
The audience began to murmur.
"Five Element Attributes? What does that even mean?"
"You idiot, that's an attribute only possessed by those with Five Spiritual Roots, how do you not know this?"
"So this is a spirit tool meant for useless people?"
"Do you think so? Otherwise, why would a Superior Spirit Tool only start at two hundred thousand? Do you think people are crazy?"
"Can disciples with Five Spiritual Roots even come up with two hundred thousand? I think they're just delusional."
Xu Feng felt delighted inside. Oh heavens, who among the gods crafted this spirit tool for me? While he was happy, he still glanced toward Ximen's VIP Room, wondering who could guarantee that lunatic wouldn't interfere again.
No one placed a bid.
Xu Feng sat at the back near the South Gate, quietly stood up and moved into the crowd at the North Gate. Then he raised his hand and said, "Two hundred ten thousand."
No one was bidding. Xu Feng's heart was pounding.
After a while, still no one placed a bid. Time passed slowly, and Xu Feng's palms were almost sweating.
"Sold!" The host relaxed as if he had just thrown a large package.
Xu Feng felt an immense relief; at that moment, the sleazy host looked more and more pleasing to him, wishing he could go up and kiss him a few times.
The last item was successfully auctioned off, and the auction time for this session came to an end. Jingcheng Auction had two auction sessions in this venue, and after the second session, the Gathering of the Immortals would take over.
Xu Feng went to the backstage to pay 210,000 and received a storage bag containing the Wings of the Strange Dragon. As he walked out of the venue, the function of the Fortune God Mask ceased, and Xu Feng returned to his original appearance.
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