After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Luo couldn't help but glance at him.

These two are really funny.

The Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit has been delivered.

Luo Zhen was secretly overjoyed. Eight million one hundred and eighty thousand! She could now use a total of eight million one hundred and eighty thousand spirit stones!

Two more items were auctioned.

Luo Huanzhen quietly told Liu Dongdong that he was going to the bathroom.

She took short steps out of the side door and went around to the small courtyard at the back.

A deacon was already waiting there.

He held a dusty, gray storage ring in both hands and respectfully handed it over.

"Young Sect Master, six million eight hundred thousand, not a single one missing."

"Thank you." After saying that, Luo Huanzhen put his chubby hands behind his back and walked back to the standing ticket area with his short legs.

Next came some other magical artifacts.

When the second half ended, the last treasure to captivate the entire cultivation world—a fragmented artifact—finally appeared on stage.

It was a strangely shaped piece of iron.

black.

It has no light.

It's not pretty either.

Luo Huanzhen stood on the outermost circle, squinting his small eyes.

She stared at the piece of black iron.

He stared for three breaths.

Then, Luo was truly stunned.

She had a vague feeling that the piece of black iron was watching her.

The old man in the golden robe spoke loudly.

"Gentlemen."

"This item was obtained by the small sect, Tianshui Sect, in a newly opened secret realm three months ago."

"There are forty-seven people in Tianshuimen."

"Eleven people died on the day they got it."

"Nine more died the next day."

"On the third day, the Tianshui Sect Master cut off his own arm, sealed it in the sect's treasured jade box, and sent it to our Liancheng overnight."

The audience fell silent.

Gasps and exclamations rose and fell; although I already knew about this, hearing it again was still shocking.

The old man paused for a moment, then continued.

"We investigated for three months."

"We can't find out its origin, its rank, or what it actually is."

"I only know one thing: this thing is extremely domineering and powerful."

He simply placed his hand on the black iron and slowly infused it with spiritual energy.

The black iron did not react.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

A thin line of black smoke seeped out from the crack.

The black aura did not dissipate.

"puff--"

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing into the wall behind the auction stage.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The four disciples rushed forward to help him up.

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, and stood up.

His face was frighteningly pale, but his voice was still relatively steady.

"As you all have seen, if one could refine it into their natal magic weapon and use it for their own purposes, their strength would increase a hundredfold!"

No one in the audience responded, because the pool of blood at the old man's feet was still on the ground.

The old man wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Starting price: one million spirit stones. Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand spirit stones."

"Let's begin."

"One million two hundred thousand."

"One million five hundred thousand."

Two million.

"Two million six hundred thousand."

In a private room on the second floor, the bald man leaned against the railing and pressed down on the bidding jade tablet in his hand.

Five million bright red subtitles appeared on the screen in front of them.

Everyone turned to look.

But soon, the price continued to rise—

Liu Dongdong was standing next to him, her legs were shaking.

"Sect Master Luo... five million... six million..."

Luo didn't say a word.

She tilted her little face up and stared intently at the black iron on the stage.

That piece of iron was also watching her.

It has been watching her since the moment it was lifted up.

"Six million two hundred thousand."

"Six and a half million!"

The bald-headed man kept pressing his jade token, his eyes reddening from the bidding.

It's one thing to miss out on the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit, but we can't afford to miss out on this one too!

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to Zhongzhou and would be laughed at.

Fortunately, no one followed anymore.

The old man in the golden robe raised his hand.

"Seven million, any higher bids?"

The screen did not respond, and no one raised the price.

"Seven million for the first time."

"The Seven Millionth"

The screen suddenly changed—7.2 million, number 1209. Wasn't that the number for the standing room section?

Previously, the top five 100 numbers were all snapped up.

Riley was furious.

who!

Who stole his things?

His gaze was fixed intently on position 1209 in the standing area, and all the other cultivators in the room looked in the same direction as him.

Liu Dongdong and Liu Qiang also stared at Luo Huanzhen with surprise.

"Sect Leader Luo, it was you who won the bid!"

Luo Huanzhen's eyes crinkled into a smile: "It's me!"

She is not afraid of being watched.

She is beautiful.

Luo Zhen straightened his back, accepting the gazes of everyone.

The man with the spiky hair was furious!

"It's you again."

"That little girl from the Treasure Pavilion."

"I didn't hit you at the Treasure Pavilion, did I? You really think you're so tough?"

The sound was transmitted to Luo Huanzhen.

Luo Huanzhen looked in the direction of the sound, then pointed at Lai Litou, made a pinky gesture, and stuck out his tongue.

"I'm going to fight you for it!"

The man with the bald head: "..."

The fat on his face twitched twice.

He pressed the button hard, almost shouting the price: "Seven million three hundred thousand!"

New numbers scroll across the screen.

Luo Huanzhen continued to follow the 100,000.

Seven million four hundred thousand.

Lai Litou never expected that this poor little devil would actually dare to steal his things.

He was about to raise the price again when he was suddenly stopped by the gray-robed old man next to him. "Young master, seven million three hundred thousand is all the spirit stones we have."

The man with the spiky hair turned and roared, "How is that possible! I brought a full eight million spirit stones with me when I left home!"

The gray-robed old man's face was also very grim: "You have wasted 500,000 spirit stones in the Treasure Pavilion, and you have spent almost 200,000 on food, clothing, and lodging every day. We have no more spirit stones left."

The man with the spiky hair, whose anger had been provoked by Luo Zhenhuan, immediately deflated, his expression turning into shame and embarrassment...

They had a private room.

The cultivator had sharp ears and eyes, and the conversation between the two was clearly heard by the other cultivators at the auction.

Suddenly, a soft chuckle rang out.

The old man in the gray robe silently waved his sleeve and slammed the window of the private room shut.

In the end, Luo successfully photographed the broken artifact.

The handover took place in the back hall.

Luo Huanzhen ran to the back, and after confirming the details, he had the auction house deduct the full amount from the proceeds of the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit auction. After paying an additional 500,000 spirit stones, he finally saw her broken artifact, the Black Iron.

The old man in the golden robe personally pushed a spiritual energy shield over it and delivered it to Luo Huanzhen.

"Guest, this item is dangerous, please—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Luo Zhenhuan had already reached out and taken the piece of black iron out of the spiritual energy shield.

In an instant, everyone's face in the back hall changed.

"Be careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

Two guards rushed at the same time.

But nothing happened. The broken piece of black iron did not release any aggression; it just lay quietly in Luo Zhenhuan's arms.

It was cold.

Rough.

It's like a stone that has been lying in the wild for many, many years.

Are you cold?

Luo Zhenhuan lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

Black Iron did not reply.

Kolo actually felt something very, very faint coming from that piece of iron, traveling along her palm and all the way into her heart.

It was like a tiny hand grasping her fingers.

They held on very tightly.

Luo Huanzhen raised his head and gave the old man a clean smile.

"I'm taking it with me."

……

Having obtained what he needed, Luo Zhenzhen did not stay in Liancheng any longer.

They went straight back to the Xuantian Sect.

As soon as the cave door closed, a voice suddenly rang in Luo Huanzhen's mind.

【wrong.】

[Really, something's wrong with this.]