The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

The auction continued, but Shen Yifei's mind was no longer on the treasures.

The woman on stage named Hongxiu was his true treasure.

Shen Yifei's gaze lingered on Hongxiu; this woman was indeed quite interesting. Every smile and frown carried a wildness, like an untamed female leopard, constantly arousing his desire to conquer.

Shen Yifei leaned back in his chair, holding a wine glass, his eyes fixed on the stage.

To be honest, this woman was very much to his liking. Her features weren't particularly refined, but she was undeniably alluring. Her lips were slightly full, and the way they opened and closed when she spoke was incredibly seductive.

Especially her purple dress, with its extremely low neckline, revealed most of her soft, white flesh when she bent over to pick something up, making people dizzy.

"Master, your eyes are about to fall into someone's ditch," Liu Mengli scoffed from inside the cauldron.

Xinghe interjected, "Brother, this woman is so strange..."

"Oh, Xinghe, what do you think is strange about her?" Shen Yifei didn't notice anything special about Hongxiu.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, it just feels weird..."

Liu Mengli laughed heartily, "Little kid, you haven't seen enough. Some women are born to seduce men. Look at how much she's showing, isn't it all for men to see? Look at your dear brother, his eyes are practically popping out of his head."

"Nonsense, I'm observing the atmosphere of the auction." Shen Yifei took a sip of wine without changing his expression.

"Observe my ass, your lower body is already saluting."

Shen Yifei coughed lightly and shifted his sitting position.

One item after another was auctioned off on the stage, but Shen Yifei's attention was entirely on Hongxiu, and he didn't hear a word she announced. He figured he couldn't afford them anyway, so listening was pointless.

After the hammer fell on the eighteenth lot, the people in the audience stood up and prepared to leave.

Shen Yifei also stood up, preparing to go find Liu Jinling, when Hongxiu on the stage suddenly clapped her hands and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, please wait, there is one more item to be auctioned, which has been added at the last minute."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then quickly returned to their seats.

Hongxiu stood on the stage with a smile and waved to the audience behind the curtain. Two servants carried in a long, rectangular mahogany box, which made a dull thud when it was placed on the stage, clearly indicating its weight.

Hongxiu didn't open the box. Instead, she glanced around the audience, her smile fading slightly, and her tone becoming much more serious: "This item is being consigned by a guest who wishes to remain anonymous. The starting bid is two million spirit stones."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Two million? What could be so expensive?

When Shen Yifei heard the number, he was shocked and speechless. The highest price of the eighteen items auctioned earlier was only 600,000 spirit stones.

He wiped his mouth, sat up straight again, and then shifted his gaze from Hongxiu to the long, rectangular mahogany box.

The audience erupted in chaos.

"Two million? What kind of treasure could be worth two million spirit stones?"

"In all the years that the Drunken Immortal Pavilion Auction has been held, I have never seen anything with such a high starting price."

"Could it be the legacy of some powerful being?"

Amidst the murmurs of discussion, Hongxiu remained unhurried. She placed her hand on the mahogany box and gently patted it. Once the audience had quieted down a bit, she slowly spoke: "This item is a sword."

"sword?"

The audience immediately fell silent. What kind of heaven-defying sword could a sword worth two million spirit stones be?

Everyone held their breath, watching as Hongxiu revealed the answer.

Hongxiu unveiled the red silk covering the box. The moment the box lid opened, a beam of white light shot into the sky, enveloping the entire second-floor hall.

The white light carried a sharp sword intent, like a sleeping beast suddenly opening its eyes.

Shen Yifei felt the sword intent, his body trembled violently, and he almost dropped the wine cup in his hand.

He was familiar with this sword intent.

That was the sword intent of Po Jun.

It was the sword intent he sensed from the three sword moves left by his father.

It was the "momentum" that he had been practicing for so long but had never quite grasped.

The sword lying in the box had a silver-white blade, a silver-white hilt, and a silver-white tassel.

Shen Yifei remembered the phantom figure in white!

Shen Yifei's eyes immediately reddened.

This is his father's sword.

Shen Changtian's sword.

He suppressed his excitement. How could his father's sword be here? Who would put it up for auction?

Hongxiu stood on the stage and waited for the sword intent to dissipate somewhat before continuing, "This sword is named 'Changtian,' and it was the personal sword of Shen Changtian, the former sect leader of the Tianyan Sect. The sword is named after him."

Another uproar erupted from the audience.

"Shen Changtian's sword?"

"Is that Shen Changtian, the one who single-handedly fought more than a dozen Tribulation Transcending experts?"

"Didn't that sword disappear with his death? How did it end up here?"

"This sword is stained with the blood of a Transcending Tribulation expert; the sword intent alone is terrifying enough."

Hongxiu raised her hand to quell the murmurs below the stage. "I won't go into the details of this sword's origins; I believe everyone here knows the answer. The starting bid is two million spirit stones. Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand spirit stones higher."

"Three million!"

Immediately, someone in the audience raised a sign.

Shen Yifei turned his head and saw that the person holding the sign was a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe with a sword embroidered on his chest.

He recognized the clothes; Situ Kong, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, wore the same clothes at the Demon Extermination Assembly.

The swords of the Heavenly Sword Sect are on par with those of the Myriad Swords Manor. The benefits of a peerless sword to a sect are self-evident.

"Three million one hundred thousand!"

In another direction, someone was holding up a sign; the young man was dressed in a white robe with a long sword at his waist.

Shen Yitian recognized them immediately – they were people from Wanjian Manor!

A third person held up a sign, "Four million!" The voice was soft and delicate, clearly a woman's voice.

Shen Yifei looked in that direction, but his view was blocked by a crowd of people. He could only see a small, slender white hand holding up a sign.

The people from Wanjian Manor immediately raised their placards, "Four million one hundred thousand!"

The shout from Wanjian Manor drew everyone's attention to the person holding the sign.

The price offered by Wanjian Manor is absolutely disgusting. I won't bid much more; I'll just offer 100,000 more than you.

Seeing that no one responded, the man from Wanjian Manor shouted again, "Four million one hundred thousand!" His tone was still arrogant and determined.

The middle-aged man from the Heavenly Sword Sect sneered, "Five million!"

"Five million one hundred thousand." The man from Wanjian Manor added another one hundred thousand, continuing to be disgusting.

"Eight million!" The delicate female voice rang out again, and this time, she finally revealed half of her body from the crowd.

The number increased by nearly three million, a truly significant increase. Everyone's attention returned to the woman!

Shen Yifei glanced at her a few times. She was a woman wearing a light blue dress with her face covered by a veil, so he couldn't see what she looked like. She had a jade pendant hanging from her waist, on which was carved a coiled dragon.

Shen Yifei thought to himself, "Could she be a woman from the Dragon Clan?"

He glanced around at the woman and saw three other women dressed similarly, but their faces were not clearly visible.

After the woman asked for eight million, the people from Tianjian Sect and Wanjian Manor fell silent. Perhaps the price was beyond their means or beyond their control.

"Eight million!" the woman shouted a second time!

Seeing that no one else was bidding higher, Hongxiu on the stage was about to announce the sale!

How could Shen Yifei allow his father's sword to fall into the wrong hands? In a moment of impulsiveness, he shouted, "Ten million!"