Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 83 The Myriad Phenomena Auction

"Alright, let's go take a look."

Seeing Lan Ying's expectant eyes, he nodded and then said, "Let's see what good things this Wanxiang City auction has."

The two walked out of the courtyard side by side. Suddenly, Lan He stopped and turned back to look at them: "Where's Qingfeng?"

Lan Ying waved her hand: "Don't you know him? After receiving the Tribulation-Crossing Pill you gave him, he went into seclusion, saying he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and try to break through to the Fifth Yuan Nirvana Realm as soon as possible."

She pursed her lips, her tone tinged with helplessness: "I knocked on the door for ages when I came out, but he didn't even acknowledge me."

Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't say much. Qing Feng was always a man of few words, but when it came to cultivation, he was more dedicated than anyone else. Now that he had obtained the Tribulation-Crossing Pill, he naturally wouldn't waste it.

"Let's go, let him go into seclusion."

The two walked one after the other towards the auction house in the North District of Vientiane City.

When Lan He and his companion arrived at the auction house, it was already packed with people. Looking at the deafening roar of the crowd, even though Lan He was somewhat prepared, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of awe.

The Vientiane Auction House truly lived up to its reputation.

As Lan He and his group entered, countless strange gazes were cast upon them, some curious, some scrutinizing, some aweful, and some even showing a hint of eager provocation.

In just over a month, Lan He and his group had undoubtedly become well-known figures in Wanxiang City. The title of number one on the Heavenly Ranking was enough to make anyone wary.

Lan He remained calm, ignoring the stares, and led Lan Ying straight ahead.

He had only taken a few steps when a maidservant approached him, bowed, and smiled perfectly: "Are you Lord Lanhe? By order of Lord Song Tai, our auction house has prepared a private room for you. Please follow me."

Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not refuse. He nodded and said, "Lead the way."

The maid responded and turned to lead the way, weaving through the bustling crowd and guiding the two towards the second floor.

Upstairs, the private rooms are elegantly furnished, and through the crystal wall in front of you, you can see the entire auction hall.

Lan He sat down in the soft chair, looking down at the bustling crowd below. His gaze swept over the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and he suddenly frowned slightly: "The people from the Tianyuan Dynasty didn't come?"

The maidservant beside her bowed respectfully and replied, "Reporting to Your Excellency, we have already attended the last auction of the Tianyuan Dynasty, so we will not be attending this one."

Upon hearing this, Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Not participating? How can that be?"

He paused, his tone casual as if he were talking about something insignificant: "It's nothing, I'm just helping them feel more involved."

After saying that, he took out a Qiankun bag from his bosom, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and quickly wrote a few lines.

After finishing writing, he folded the note and handed it to the maid along with his storage bag: "Give this to Lord Song Tai. Ask the auction house if they can help auction these items."

The maid took the note, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over its contents, and her expression suddenly changed.

"This—this is—"

She looked up at Lan He, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Lan He remained calm, merely nodding slightly to indicate that she had not misread it.

The maid took a deep breath, trying to calm her shock, and bowed, saying, "Please wait a moment, my lord. This matter—I need to consult Lord Song Tai."

After saying that, she hurriedly left, her steps much faster than when she came.

After the maid left, Lan Ying, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, leaned over and asked, "Xiao He, what did you give him? What was written on that note?"

Lan He picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and smiled mysteriously: "Just some useless spirit puppets."

Lan Ying blinked and pressed, "What did it say on the note?"

Lan He put down his teacup, turned his gaze to the auction stage below, and said with a smile, "Sister Lan Ying, don't worry, you'll find out in a moment."

Not long after, a clear bell rang out throughout the auction house.

All eyes were on the auction stage.

On the auction stage, a middle-aged man in gray stood with his hands behind his back; it was Song Tai.

His gaze swept across the entire hall, his powerful voice booming in everyone's ears: "You've all come here for the Wanxiang City Auction, so I won't go into the rules. Fighting is strictly prohibited within the auction hall. Violators, regardless of whether they belong to a super dynasty or a low-level dynasty, will be expelled. Repeat offenders will be disqualified from participating in the Hundred Dynasties War. Everyone, is that clear?"

As he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the private room where Lan He was, and he nodded slightly.

"There aren't many items in this auction, but they are all rare and carefully selected, so I imagine there will be quite a few people interested."

With a flick of his sleeve, Song Tai unleashed over a dozen dazzling beams of light, which hovered above the auction stage. All eyes in the room instantly focused on them; within those beams of light, an extremely powerful energy emanated.

Song Tai calmly surveyed the commotion in the auction hall below. A moment later, he waved his hand, and a ball of light flew down and landed in his hand.

The light faded, transforming into a jade-green heart, about the size of a fist, with a faint luster flowing across its surface, radiating a rich vitality.

"The first item up for auction, the Heart of Nirvana, comes from the remains of a cultivator at the Fourth Nirvana Realm."

Song Tai's voice was calm and unhurried, "This item can strengthen the physical body and nourish the blood and qi. It is a rare treasure for body-refining cultivators."

He paused, then announced the starting price: "Starting bid: three million Nirvana Pills. Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand higher."

After the words were spoken, the room was quiet for a moment, then the bidding started in waves.

"Three million one hundred thousand!"

"Three million three hundred thousand!"

"Three and a half million!"

The price soared, quickly surpassing the four million mark. Ultimately, the Heart of Nirvana was acquired by a burly man for four and a half million Nirvana Pills.

Inside the private room, Lan Ying watched this scene and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment: "This thing is that valuable?"

Lan He smiled faintly: "Body-refining cultivators are willing to spend anything to strengthen their physical bodies. Four and a half million is not expensive."

He paused, his gaze falling on the Nirvana Heart that had been sold, his tone tinged with emotion: "If this thing weren't so low-level and useless to me, I would have liked to buy it too."

The Nirvana Heart of the Fourth Nirvana Realm is indeed a good thing for ordinary Nirvana cultivators, but now that he is at the Sixth Nirvana Realm and has cultivated the Six-Ren Body, this level of resource is no longer of interest to him.

On the auction stage, Song Tai had already begun displaying the second item.

With a flick of his sleeve, another ball of light flew into his hand. The light dissipated, revealing a longsword that was entirely fiery red, with faint flame patterns flowing across its blade, radiating a scorching aura.

"The second item up for auction is a high-grade Earth-rank spiritual treasure, the Flame Scale Sword."

Song Tai held the longsword and swung it lightly. The air crackled slightly as the blade passed through it. "This sword is forged from Fire Scale Iron Essence. Three flame runes are engraved on the blade, making it quite powerful. It is a handy weapon for cultivators who practice fire-attribute elemental power."

He scanned the room and announced the starting price: "Starting bid: five million Nirvana Pills. Each bid must be at least two hundred thousand."

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