The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

"Little Silver, do you want to enter this Nine Dragon Coffin?"

Qin Changye asked in beast language.

The silver eagle nodded, its bright eyes gazing at the Nine Dragon Coffin, radiating an undisguised fiery light.

"Then let's go in!"

Qin Changye replied that the Nine Dragon Coffin was empty anyway, and the silver eagle could fit inside after it shrank.

Nine drops of dragon blood were sealed within it for many years, and even now that the nine drops of dragon blood have been extracted, they still retain a great deal of dragon energy.

The silver eagle, also a spirit beast, might evolve into a golden eagle more quickly if it lies inside and is nourished by the dragon's energy.

There were a total of nine drops of dragon blood. Qin Changye refined two drops himself and gave five drops to Xiu'er and the others.

There were two drops left. Qin Changye planned to keep one drop for himself and leave the other for Zhao Qingcheng.

One day I will awaken her and have her refine it into my body.

Next, Qin Changye and his group left the Golden Palace and headed towards the First Auction House.

At this time, there was still some time before the Jin Xin Auction officially began.

Outside the first auction venue, there were hundreds of stalls.

These stalls are filled with countless items such as elixirs, medicinal herbs, weapons, armor, and precious magical treasures.

There are quantity restrictions on the items auctioned at Jin Xin Auction.

Therefore, items that wish to be auctioned must undergo rigorous appraisal and screening by the Jin Xin Chamber of Commerce to ensure that they are exceptional in both intrinsic value and rarity.

The remaining 99% of the items did not pass the appraisal or screening process and therefore could not be auctioned.

The owners of these treasures would then set up stalls around the auction venue to sell them before the auction began.

Of course, some owners of treasures, for certain special reasons, do not want their treasures to be auctioned and will sell them around the auction venue.

"The Jin Xin Auction hasn't officially started yet. Let's browse around these stalls first. Maybe we'll get lucky and find some good bargains."

Qin Changye became interested.

Not long ago, after opening the third level of the Burial Immortal Tower, the Devouring Heaven Immortal Body that emerged not only allowed him to devour all things in the world, but also caused his eyes to mutate, giving him the heaven-defying ability to see the value of treasures at a glance.

At this moment, Qin Changye only needs to walk to a certain stall, look at the treasures on the stall, and he can judge the value of these treasures based on the color of the light they emit.

among them.

If the item emits a red light, it indicates that its value is very low.

And so on.

The fact that the item emits a purple light indicates its immeasurable value.

Moreover, only Qin Changye can see this light.

It's no exaggeration to say that Qin Changye's eyes are the best appraiser of treasures and the best finder of hidden gems.

Unfortunately, most of the so-called treasures on these stalls, when Qin Changye looked at them, only emitted red light.

A small amount will emit orange light.

Very few can emit yellow light.

Qin Changye was not interested in them.

As Qin Changye walked past one stall after another, activating his Devouring Heaven Immortal Body, the value of the treasures on these stalls became immediately apparent to him.

Soon, Qin Changye's eyes began to feel sore, clearly indicating that constantly activating the Devouring Heaven Immortal Body and scanning these treasures was very taxing on his mental energy.

Just as Qin Changye was about to temporarily shut down the Devouring Heaven Immortal Body, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Among the many items emitting red and orange light at the stall in front of them, one item was emitting a dazzling blue light.

Qin Changye was somewhat surprised.

I walked past more than a dozen stalls, and my eyes scanned at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, items.

Of these objects, those that emit yellow light are fewer than a handful, and none that emit green light.

The object in front of me is emitting a dazzling blue light; it's definitely a super bargain!

Qin Changye stopped and his gaze fell on the object emitting a bluish light. It was just a blackened rag, casually tossed in the corner of the stall.

To others, this blackened rag was dull and lackluster, hardly attracting any attention compared to other shiny objects.

Many people even thought that this tattered cloth was just a rag used to wipe the stall tables.

"How much is this short sword?"

Based on his years of experience scavenging for bargains in his previous life, Qin Changye did not pick up the tattered cloth directly. Instead, he picked up a short sword about a foot long, gleaming with gold, from the stall.

The stall owner was an old man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face. He glanced at Qin Changye, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then he made an outrageous demand: "One million spirit stones."

Previously, when Qin Changye's cultivation level was upgraded to the Imperial Martial Realm, the scene of facing the vast heavenly lightning shocked the entire dynasty, attracting countless onlookers.

The old man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face was also one of the onlookers, and he recognized Qin Changye's identity at a glance.

He wasn't from the Qin Dynasty, and he knew that Qin Changye was a man who didn't lack money, so naturally he wouldn't miss this good opportunity to fleece someone.

"Ten thousand spirit stones, will you sell?"

Qin Changye frowned, then spoke.

The old man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks shook his head like a rattle drum: "Young master, what kind of joke are you making? This broken sword is my family's ancestral divine sword, which was personally forged by my great-great-great-great-grandfather. It is said that the materials alone cost 800,000 spirit stones."

Afterwards, he spent a million spirit stones to find the top rune master at the time to engrave runes.

After that, at least a thousand years passed. If my family hadn't fallen on hard times and desperately needed money, I would never have put it up for sale. Selling it to you now for one million spirit stones is already a rock-bottom price."

Qin Changye interrupted the old man with the pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, saying, "This short sword is made entirely of meteorite from the Myriad Heavens. The material cost is at most two thousand spirit stones. The runes on it are only third-grade runes. Moreover, judging from the traces of the runes, they were engraved in the last three months. The rune cost is at most three thousand spirit stones. Now I'm giving you ten thousand spirit stones, which is already quite a lot."

Qin Changye's ruthless exposure surprised the old man with the pointed mouth and monkey cheeks. He hadn't expected Qin Changye to have such amazing insight and not be easily fooled.

Seeing Qin Changye turn to leave, he hurriedly called out to Qin Changye, "Hehe, I just had a sudden idea and wanted to test you. Okay, ten thousand yuan it is."

Qin Changye shook his head: "I've changed my mind now, I can only offer eight thousand yuan."

Qin Changye's purchase of this short sword was not for its own sake, but rather for the tattered cloth.

I had originally planned to buy that tattered cloth along with the dagger, and at a high price.

But since this weasel-faced stall owner is so ruthless, Qin Changye shouldn't blame him for giving him a taste of his own medicine.

The weasel-faced stall owner, seeing Qin Changye leave resolutely without looking back, disregarded everything else and gritted his teeth, saying, "Eight thousand it is, deal!"

Beside her, Xiu'er opened her spatial ring, took out eight thousand spirit stones, and tossed them to the stall owner.

After picking up the short sword, Qin Changye casually picked up a piece of blackened rag from the stall and began wiping the short sword with it.

The weasel-faced stall owner watched as Qin Changye took the tattered cloth, his lips moved a few times, but he ultimately said nothing.

Anyway, he had taken this tattered cloth from a corpse after one of his murders and robberies.

In his opinion, although the rag had a strange aura, it was probably not something of value.

Since it's been given away, that's fine!

"Young master, this short sword looks quite ordinary. Why do you want to buy it?"

Leaving the stall, Xiuer couldn't help but ask.

Along the way, she followed Qin Changye to kill people, pick up spatial rings, confiscate houses and plunder warehouses. Among them were countless divine weapons and many short swords, most of which were of a higher level than this short sword.

Qin Changye spoke frankly: "What I'm after isn't this short sword, but this tattered cloth."

These words stunned not only Xiu'er, but also Ren Pingsheng and the others.

This tattered cloth is black and looks dirty. What makes it worthy of Qin Changye's attention?

Facing the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Qin Changye explained in detail: "This tattered cloth is no ordinary piece. The aura within it comes from the corpse energy of a Great Sage. If I'm not mistaken, this should be a Great Sage's shroud!"