Starting with SSS-rank talent, I contracted the Forbidden Ferocity.

[One] The moment the illusory image of money lit up, the water in Shenming Lake stopped flowing.

Grayish-white coffin.

Second final name monument.

The broken third chain.

And that broken pen that was about to crack.

Everything felt like it was being weighed down by a single coin.

The voice of the person in the first seat came from outside the lake, tinged with a hint of amusement.

"The Night King"

"You cut three chains, I'll offer one price."

"fair enough."

Shen Ye looked at the words on the coffin lid.

[First bidder: The final transaction, worth a life.]

The words seemed alive, slowly creeping towards the crack in the broken pen.

The black and gold pen tip was already about to break free.

But the price tag pressed down on it, stopping it in the crack.

A system notification popped up instantly.

[WARNING: The First Price Authority has intruded into the Lake of Nameless Demise.]

[Goal: A masterpiece.]

[Temporary Price: One life.]

If the second-place winner dies, Mingchengzhibi will be considered a prize from the transaction and will be prioritized for settlement to the first-place winner.

[If the host forcibly seizes it, a life-for-life penalty will be triggered.]

Shen Ye's eyes turned cold.

Well thought out.

He killed the second seat, and the final prize went to the first seat.

He did not kill the second seat, and the second seat completed the broken pen and died.

He forcibly took it, and he must pay with his life.

The first seat did not enter the lake.

However, with a single price, they managed to bet both Shen Ye and the Second Seat on the deal.

The second seat holder stood in front of the second final name monument, his face also looking very grim.

"First seat."

"This is my lake."

The first seatmate chuckled softly.

"You're going to die."

"What the dead hold must eventually be collected by someone."

The second seatmate's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he did not immediately refute.

Because he knew.

The three chains have been broken.

I failed to write my own final name.

The pen broke apart.

Shen Ye had already placed a knife against the base of his power.

Without the first-place price, he wouldn't have lasted long.

The first seat then said:

"Second seat."

"To sell or not to sell?"

Inside the grayish-white coffin, the broken pen trembled slightly.

The second seatman remained silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Sell."

boom!

The price on the coffin lid skyrocketed instantly.

[Seller confirms.]

[Buyer confirms.]

[Trading Target: Mingcheng Zhibi (名成之笔)]

Price: One life.

The transaction is about to take effect.

The ten thousand monuments at the bottom of the lake trembled simultaneously.

The black and gold pen tip was entangled by the gray and white price line, and was dragged little by little towards the direction of the illusory image of "one coin".

Guixu instantly bristled and rushed forward, biting down on the price line.

"Not for sale!"

The first seatmate said calmly:

"You are not the seller."

"Not the buyer either."

"It's not up to you."

Guixu was dragged forward half a foot by the price line, its claws leaving four black and gold marks on the lake surface.

Night feathers flutter, and the black sun and ghostly fire burn towards the price line.

The price line is not ink.

It's not a soul either.

It is the price.

The flames burned up, only causing the price tag to sway slightly.

The Netherworld descends upon the Nine Candles, locking in the price line's shadow.

The shadow was broken off.

The price line remains unchanged.

Long Yuan roared and slammed his fist at the illusory figure of the coin. As soon as his fist landed, his entire arm was shaken and bled.

The calamity of heaven and the punishment of the calamity shine upon the word "price".

Within the gray-white lightning, an even more ancient symbol emerged from the depths of the character "价".

【One】

This is not a market where money can buy life.

It's not a fixed price for the third seat either.

This is the first seat's own authority.

Starting price.

Once everything is priced, it will be dragged onto its scales.

The first seatmate laughed:

"The Night King"

"You can cut the mat."

"You can refuse the contract."

"We can seize the opportunity to escape."

"But as long as something has a price, you can buy it."

Shen Ye didn't look at him.

He looked toward the second seat.

"You're selling it?"

The second seatmate said coldly:

"It's in my pen."

"Why can't I sell?"

Shen Ye said:

"Because it's not yours."

The second seat's gaze darkened.

The first seatmate chuckled softly.

"Owning means having the right to dispose of it."

"That's enough, at least until the deal is finalized."

Shen Ye raised his hand.

The Night King's Book of Names is opened.

One by one, old certificates lit up.

[A contract is not a price.]

[Five contracts are not for sale.]

My life is not for sale.

[The attempt to buy stolen goods failed.]

Stolen goods must not be sold.

[No need to purchase after retrieving the item.]

The voice of the person in the first seat remained calm.

"Old evidence against old events."

"This piece of paper is unclaimed."

"Unclaimed items may be sold by the owner."

Shen Ye finally looked up.

"Unclaimed?"

The "Ten Thousand Beasts Half Court Order" lit up in his palm.

Black gold flames surged from the command, illuminating the famous brush in the crack of the broken brush.

The black and gold pen tip trembled slightly.

The fragment of the unknown beast's name also emerged from Shen Ye's body.

crown.

door.

Hitomi.

claw.

Wedge ring.

Balance.

fire.

court.

road.

Return.

light.

beast.

hurt.

king.

Fourteen broken brushstrokes hung behind Shen Ye.

Only the last stroke is missing.

The black and gold pen tip, which was entangled in the price line, suddenly made a soft sound.

It was as if it recognized where it came from.

A system notification sounded.

[An unknown beast's name fragment response.]

[The calligraphy of Mingcheng has been confirmed to share the same origin.]

[Judgment: The brush pen in question was stolen.]

[Current Status: Second seat illegally sealed, first seat illegally listed for sale.]

Shen Ye looked at the illusory image of a coin.

"Did you hear that?"

"It's not unclaimed."

The first seat was silent for a moment.

The price lines intertwined even more tightly the next moment.

"Same origin does not mean belonging."

"Night King, you haven't completed it yet."

"Unfinished items can still be valued."

Shen Ye said coldly:

"Estimated value does not equal transaction price."

A new page of the Night King's Chronicle unfolds.

The black and gold lettering fell down.

[Price reached but transaction not completed.]

The lake trembled.

The words "Buyer Confirmation" on the coffin lid were cracked.

The voice of the person in the first seat became slightly subdued.

"The seller has acknowledged it."

Shen Ye said:

"The owner of the stolen goods has no right to sell them."

The second line of text begins.

Those who steal or illegally possess this item have no right to sell it.

The second seat's expression changed drastically.

His hand broke the pen and trembled violently, and the gray-white seal on the pen began to peel off.

Shen Ye continued:

You said that holding something means disposing of it.

"The fourth seat owner stole half a garden, can he also sell it?"

"If the third seat holder buys the way home, can he also become the master?"

On the lake, the vacant seats for the third and fourth places lit up simultaneously.

Core fragments of the City of Life and Death.

No return to the core fragment.

The two fragments of power were pressed against the edge of the book by the Night King's Name Canon.

They did not resist.

Because they had already been killed by Shen Ye.

Shen Ye looked up.

"The answer has already been written."

[The attempt to buy stolen goods failed.]

Stolen goods must not be sold.

[To occupy something for too long is not to possess it.]

The black and gold lettering stretched out as one, pressing down hard on the price line.

Click.

The first price line broke.

Mingcheng's brush moved back an inch towards Shen Ye.

Gui Xu's eyes lit up, and he bit even harder.

"Not for sale."

Night Feather Black Sun Netherfire burned into the coffin lid along the broken price line.

The shadow of the nine-nine-candle burial lingers, holding back the remaining price shadow.

Longyuan slammed his fists into the gray-white seal surrounding the broken pen.

The Heavenly Punishment of Calamity shines upon the judgment below the illusory image of the coin.

Shen Ye took a step forward.

"This stroke of the pen was stolen."

"I'll take it back; I won't buy it."

The new certificate has been issued.

[The retrieval of the lost document is not a transaction.]

boom!

The words "Transaction is about to take effect" on the coffin lid shattered on the spot.

The second seatmate let out a muffled groan.

The crack in the broken pen has widened completely.

The black and gold pen tip is mostly visible.

The laughter in the voice of the person in the first seat finally disappeared.

"The Night King"

"Are you really going to try and bargain with me?"

Shen Ye said:

"You dare call this robbery?"

He raised his hand and gripped the sword.

"This is stealing."

The first seat remained silent.

Then, the illusory image of the coin suddenly sank.

It no longer relies on the pen of fame.

Instead, it pressed directly at Shen Ye.

[Price revised.]

[Target: Night King Shen Ye.]

[Value: Five contracts, one royal title, one destiny code, and one name of an undeveloped beast.]

The system warning is flashing scarlet.

The First Seat is currently conducting an overall assessment of the host.

If the valuation is accurate, the host will be dragged onto the first life-or-death scale.

[Warning: This is a projection of the First Primal Authority.]

The Night King Mingdian behind Shen Ye was suddenly pressed down.

The five beasts roared in unison.

Night feathers and black sun sway.

The Candlelight Nine's Shadow Realm shrinks.

The Dragon Abyss Bone Armor made a cracking sound.

The Heavenly Punishment Eye on Jie Chen's forehead was pressed and bled.

The path leading back to Guixu is also marked with a faint "一" (one).

The first seat's voice was icy.

"I can't buy a pen."

"Then I'll buy you."

Shen Ye looked up at the one coin that had been pressed down.

He did not back down.

"I said that."

"My life is not for sale."

On the Night King's Register, that old certificate lit up.

But this time, the coin didn't break.

It paused for only a moment, then continued to press down.

The first seatmate said calmly:

"You're not selling."

"I can make a rough estimate."

Valuation is not a transaction.

"Just to let you know how much you're worth."

Shen Ye's eyes narrowed.

This is the most disgusting part of the First Seat.

It doesn't need to be a transaction immediately.

Once the valuation is valid, everything about Shen Ye will be marked by the price authority.

Every battle that follows.

Every victory.

Every breakthrough.

They will all be used to settle scores.

Shen Ye gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Guess me?"

"Can."

He suddenly released his sword and placed his hand on the Night King's Name Canon.

"Then include the path I've walked in the calculation."

The Night King's Classics turned abruptly.

Page 1, Nanjiang Awakens.

Page two, the trial to be crowned king.

Page 3, Burial Beast Ridge.

Page 4, Blood Gate King's Battle.

Page 5, Thunder Demon King's Gate.

Page 6, Ruins of the Beast King.

Page 7, The First Courtyard of All Beasts.

Page 8, Shenming Lake.

One by one, the trails lit up.

It is not a resource.

It is not a price.

It was Shen Ye who fought his way through to prove it.

A system notification sounded.

[The host is submitting evidence of their activity in reverse.]

[Valuation Scope Expanded: All Proven Paths for the Host.]

[Warning: The primary valuation authority is facing excessive counter-evidence.]

For the first time, the voice of the person in the first seat showed some fluctuation.

"What do you want to do?"

Shen Ye said:

"Didn't you want to estimate?"

"All done."

"It depends on whether you can afford it or not."

boom!

All pages of the Night King's Codex lit up simultaneously.

[The source of this information is not a crime.]

[A name is proven by actions.]

[A contract is not a price.]

My life is not for sale.

[The future is yet to come, so this product cannot be sold.]

[Profits are not debts.]

[The return journey is not for goods.]

[I believe my path is not priced.]

The Court of Commonwealth does not tolerate private prices.

[Unregistered names must not be kept.]

[Posthumous records are possible but cannot be collected in advance.]

[The imagery is not my own.]

[To kill the nail, not the name.]

Finally, a new line of large black and gold characters was slammed onto the character "一" (one).

The value of one's actions is immeasurable.

Click.

The illusory image of the coin cracked open.

The voice of the first seatman abruptly stopped.

Shen Ye raised his hand and gripped the black gold short sword again.

"Your price."

"I don't acknowledge it."

He slashed down with his sword.

[One] The illusory image of money shattered with a crash.

All the price seals pressing down on the five beasts exploded at the same time.

Guixu bit off the last price line in one go.

"I won't buy it."

His writing skills helped him escape his predicament.

The black and gold pen tip flew out from the crack in the broken pen and landed on the unidentified beast name fragment behind Shen Ye.

A system notification sounded.

[The first price projection is shattered.]

[New rule to refute: Price reaches but transaction not completed.]

[New rule refutes this: those who steal and sell items have no right to do so.]

[New rule to refute: Retrieving a lost transaction is not a transaction.]

[New rule to prove: Actions are priceless.]

[The final seal has loosened: 72%...100%.]

[His masterful writing is returning.]

The second seat's expression completely changed.

He suddenly reached out, trying to grab back the famous brush.

Shen Ye was faster than him.

A black and gold sword flashed across the sky.

It's not about cutting off the pen.

It is to sever the last wisp of gray-white seal on the second seat.

Click!

The pen broke completely.

The pen of a famous artist fell into the nameplate of an unknown beast.

Fourteen broken brushes lit up simultaneously.

The final stroke slowly returns to its place.

The entire Shenming Lake suddenly came to a standstill.

The system message popped up one word at a time.

[Unknown beast name being completed.]

[Warning: This beast's name is too high in status.]

[Warning: Shenming Lake is being targeted by reverse naming.]

[Please prepare to receive the true name response.]

Behind Shen Ye, the complete beast name finally appeared.

But just as the first word was about to become clear...

In the deepest part of Shenming Lake, the second seat suddenly raised his head.

His body is falling apart.

His face, however, revealed an almost eerie calm.

"We can't buy the first seat."

"You might not be able to handle it either."

He opened his arms, and the broken, grayish-white coffin shattered completely behind him.

"Shen Ye."

"You want to know what it's called?"

"Then listen carefully."

The second seat, using its last authority, delivered the final verdict on the complete beast name.

[The true name is revealed, the old master awakens.]

boom!

The complete beast name burst forth with a dazzling black-gold light.

An ancient, indescribable roar emanated from the name.

The five beasts behind Shen Ye lowered their heads at the same time.

It is not submission.

Instead, he was instinctively jolted by the weight of that true name.

The system notification turned bright red instantly.

[The name of the unknown beast has been completed.]

[Real name being retrieved.]

[Read failed.]

[The remnant echo of the former master has been detected.]