I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Gentlemen, this broken sword is no ordinary weapon. Don't let its incomplete state fool you; it can cut through iron like mud, and even break through the true energy shield of a grandmaster!"

On the auction stage, Ya Fei gently grasped the broken, black sword in her jade-like hand, her red lips slightly parted, her voice carrying a magical quality.

"What?! Broken Grandmaster's protective shield?"

"What a joke! A grandmaster's true qi protects them, making them impervious to blades and spears. A broken sword..."

The scene immediately erupted in chaos, with questions and doubts rising everywhere.

In the path of martial arts, one can release true qi once one enters the Innate Realm, and at the Grandmaster Realm, one can condense true qi into a protective shield that is as solid as a rock!

Unless it's a fight to the death between equals, or an even stronger opponent, it's virtually impossible to shake.

Ya Fei smiled slightly, said nothing more, and simply waved her hand.

A middle-aged man with a deep aura stepped onto the stage. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd, then his expression hardened, and his inner energy suddenly erupted, instantly enveloping his entire body in a solid protective shield of inner energy.

"He's a retainer of the Misty Rain Pavilion, a genuine Grandmaster-level expert!"

Someone recognized him, and the room fell silent instantly; everyone held their breath.

Ya Fei held the broken sword and casually slashed at the protective aura barrier.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a crisp "click".

The seemingly indestructible protective shield of true energy was as fragile as glass, cracking open with a spiderweb-like fissure where the sword's edge pointed before shattering with a deafening roar!

hiss!

A collective gasp filled the auction hall.

The grandmaster staggered back two steps, his face pale, and his eyes were filled with horror as he looked at the broken sword.

In an instant, the breathing of all the martial artists present became heavy, and their burning, greedy gazes were fixed on the broken sword.

What does it mean to be able to break through a Grandmaster's protective barrier?

This means that even martial artists at the Innate Realm have the potential to threaten or even kill Grandmasters!

This is no longer a divine weapon, but a deadly weapon that defies the heavens!

"This thing..."

A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Feng's eyes.

"This sword contains an extremely terrifying killing intent, but it is sealed. I can feel that aura that makes my heart tremble."

The enchantress's voice echoed in his mind, carrying a rare hint of solemnity.

The fact that even the enchantress uttered the word "heart palpitation" filled Chu Feng with anticipation for this sword.

"Alright, everyone, the demonstration is over. The starting bid for this sword is one million taels!"

As soon as Ya Fei finished speaking...

"One and a half million taels!"

"I'll offer two million!"

"Three million!"

Prices skyrocketed like crazy, breaking through the six million tael mark in the blink of an eye, and the momentum showed no signs of slowing down.

Just then, an arrogant voice rang out.

"My Shen State Duke's Mansion offers ten million taels!"

Shen Yufeng stood up, his gaze sweeping across the room, his arrogance undisguised in his words.

The moment the words "Duke Shen's Mansion" were uttered, it was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over it. The previously noisy hall instantly fell silent, and those who were still bidding shut their mouths.

Who dares to steal from the Duke of Shen's mansion?

That's practically suicide!

Shen Yufeng was very satisfied with the effect, and had a smug look on his face.

Just when he thought the broken sword was his for the taking, a lazy voice came from the corner.

"Twenty million taels."

Swish!

Immediately, all eyes turned to that direction.

When Shen Yufeng realized that the person bidding was Chu Feng, his face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his eyes almost spit fire.

"That damn bastard, he's everywhere!"

"Thirty million taels!"

Shen Yufeng practically roared. He had already suffered a great loss at Chu Feng's hands in the past two days. If he lost face in front of all the powerful and influential people in Tianqian City, where would he put the face of the Shen State Duke's Mansion?

"Forty million taels."

Chu Feng leaned back in his chair, not even lifting his eyelids, as if he were talking about an insignificant number.

"five……"

Just as Shen Yufeng was about to recklessly bid up the price, a slender hand pressed him down.

Shen Yujiao whispered a few words in his ear, and the anger in Shen Yufeng's eyes was gradually replaced by a hint of ruthlessness. He glared at Chu Feng and finally sat down angrily.

In the end, Chu Feng acquired the broken sword for a staggering 40 million taels of silver.

In the following auctions, Chu Feng bid on and acquired all the spiritual herbs and treasures that could enhance his strength, leaving none behind.

With Fatty Wang, the god of wealth, around, he wasn't worried about money at all.

Everyone in the venue was stunned. Was this still the same playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun? How did he suddenly change his ways?

Soon, an hour had passed.

As the auction drew to a close, Ya Fei announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, what follows is the grand finale of this auction!"

She took out a jade bottle, and the moment the stopper was opened, a rich and refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire venue.

Ya Fei poured out a bright green pill and introduced it, "This is a high-grade third-tier pill, the Restoration Pill! It can repair a martial artist's damaged foundation and functions. Although it cannot bring the dead back to life, it can prolong life!"

"Most importantly, this pill was made by a master from Medicine King Valley!"

boom!

"The elixir refined by the master of Medicine King Valley?"

"My God! Misty Rain Pavilion actually has this kind of method!"

The scene erupted in cheers.

Medicine King Valley is a transcendent existence independent of the imperial dynasty, possessing unparalleled medical skills. It is said to be able to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. Moreover, the elixirs it refines are priceless and hard to find, worth a fortune!

Let alone a top-grade third-tier pill, even an ordinary third-tier pill would be enough to make grandmasters or even great grandmasters fight tooth and nail for it.

Chu Feng stared at the pill, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He anxiously asked in his mind, "Demoness, can this pill save my grandfather?"

"The quality is a bit poor, but it's enough to keep him alive and can repair some of his damaged bodily functions. However, to completely cure him, we still need to remove the fire poison from his body first."

Having received an affirmative answer, Chu Feng felt completely at ease.

He was determined to have that pill!

"Rejuvenation Pill, starting price ten million taels, bidding begins now!"

"Fifteen million!"

"Twenty million!"

"I'll offer thirty million!"

This bidding was more frenzied than any before, with even the big shots who had been silent all making their moves.

The price has soared to over 50 million taels and shows no sign of stopping.

"Fatty, do you have enough money?" Chu Feng asked Fatty Wang, who was standing to the side.

"Don't worry, young master! I can't speak for myself when it comes to other things, but when it comes to money, I, Fatty Wang, have never been afraid of anyone!" Fatty Wang patted his chest, full of confidence.

"good!"

Chu Feng nodded, about to speak.

Just then, a powerful voice rang out from an inconspicuous corner, instantly drowning out the noise of the entire venue.

"Our Qingyun Sect offers sixty million taels!"

"Qingyun Sect?"

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow; he had no recollection of that name.

He glanced at Leng Yue beside him, who immediately explained in a low voice, "Qingyun Sect, one of the ten major sects of the Great Qian Dynasty, is rumored to have an ancestor at the Finger Profound Realm who is in charge of the sect."

"The Ten Great Sects of the Great Qian Dynasty..."

Chu Feng's eyes flickered, as if he were deep in thought.

At this moment, all eyes were on the man in the blue robe who had made the bid, and whispers rose and fell among the guests.

No one expected that even the Ten Great Sects, such behemoths in the martial arts world, would send people to the capital.

It should be known that the strength and resources of the Ten Great Sects are something even the Great Qian Imperial Family must be wary of.

They maintained a delicate balance with the royal family, keeping to themselves the separate worlds of the court and the common people.

Therefore, members of the ten major sects rarely set foot in the capital, so as not to arouse unnecessary suspicion from the royal family.

The man in the green robe surveyed the entire scene, his voice carrying an undeniable arrogance: "This Restoration Pill is for my Qingyun Sect. I hope everyone will give the Qingyun Sect some face and refrain from further contention!"

After he finished speaking, the room quieted down considerably.

After weighing the pros and cons, many of the forces present silently gave up.

Although the Qingyun Sect is not a powerful or influential family in the imperial court, it is one of the ten major sects of the Great Qian Dynasty, with many experts within its ranks. It is best not to offend them and avoid becoming their enemy.

Even Shen Yufeng, who had been eager to try, sat back down dejectedly.

But in the silence, a lazy voice broke the deadlock.

"Seventy million."

Swish!

Everyone's gaze instantly shifted from the man in the green robe to the source of the voice—Chu Feng.

The man in the green robe narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing straight at him.

"It's him again?"

"Has this Prince Zhenbei gone mad? He dares to disrespect even the Qingyun Sect?"

"A spoiled brat is a spoiled brat, he doesn't know his place. This is going to be good!"

Discussions arose again in the room. Everyone looked at Chu Feng with different expressions, some astonished, some gloating.

"Young Master Zhenbei, what do you mean by this? Are you deliberately disrespecting my Qingyun Sect?" The man in the green robe narrowed his eyes, his tone already hostile.

Chu Feng picked at his ear, seemingly ignoring the threat in the other person's words, and curled his lip.

"Face? What's the face of your Qingyun Sect worth?"

"This is an auction at the Misty Rain Pavilion. The highest bidder wins; it's only fair. If you want treasures, just use money. Stop talking about saving face; that's beneath you."