Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

The hall fell silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned to that corner.

The man in the gray robe sat in a dimly lit spot, his hat brim pulled low so his face was obscured, but his hand holding the sign was steady, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, his smile freezing on his face.

Another gray-robed man who had been silent in the corner suddenly raised the sign in his hand and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft: "850."

The Taoist priest looked back, gritted his teeth, and said, "1000."

The man in the gray robe did not hesitate: "1200."

The Taoist priest tightened his grip on the sign, his jaw clenched for a moment as if making a final decision, and then he suddenly raised the sign: "1400!"

The gray-robed man remained silent for two breaths before speaking again in a calm tone: "1800."

A moment of silence fell over the hall. Someone gasped, and someone whispered, "They've gone mad."

The Taoist priest who had called out 1400 tightened his grip on the sign, his lips moved as if he wanted to struggle a little more, but in the end, no sound came out. Those 1400 gold coins were all the savings he had accumulated over several years; he couldn't come up with even one more gold coin. As the saying goes, even a copper coin can stump a hero, let alone 400 gold coins.

The auctioneer's gaze swept across the room, and after a moment's pause, he raised his gavel high: "1800 gold coins for the first time... 1800 gold coins for the second time... 1800 gold coins for the third time..."

The gavel fell with a crisp sound on the auction stage. "Sold. Congratulations, friend, this set of Daoist equipment is yours."

The man in the gray robe nodded slightly, then stood up and walked towards the backstage area.

The atmosphere in the hall was completely stirred up by this opening competition, and even those who had just come to watch the excitement sat up straighter.

The next items up for auction are several pieces of Woma and Zuma equipment.

A Judgment Staff with an attack power of 37 was acquired by a warrior for 1920 gold coins;

A bone jade scepter with Luck 7 and Magic 10 was auctioned off to a mage for 14300 gold coins.

Several other pieces of standard equipment that boosted the main attribute of the player's class also sold smoothly at good prices.

The bidding was incessant, and the sound of the gavel falling never ceased; the hall remained lively.

Lin Mu sat in a private room on the second floor, leaning back in his chair, slowly sipping his tea. Occasionally, he would glance down through the bamboo curtain and mutter to himself, "With blessing oil so scarce on the market, the price of Y-7 weapons has also skyrocketed."

Then, something that Lin Mu had been longing for for a long time finally appeared.

He searched through the entire map and farmed a bunch of Heavenly Venerable Robes that he couldn't get from any of the bosses.

When the tray was brought out, the entire robe gleamed with a warm white light under the candlelight, the cuffs and lapels were adorned with purple patterns and gold ornaments, and a long turquoise cloak hung down behind it. Just by sitting there, it exuded an aura that was not of this ordinary kind.

The auctioneer gestured lightly above the tray, raising his voice slightly: "[One Celestial Venerable Robe, Defense 4-12, Magic Defense 4-7, Taoist Magic 2-7, Attack 0-2, Requires Level 40.] I don't need to elaborate on the origin of this robe; all the Taoist friends here should know. Heavy armor is always only obtained from truly powerful bosses, each piece is earned with a life-or-death exchange, and it's extremely rare on the market. Starting bid: 500 gold coins."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone in the audience raised a sign: "600".

Then another voice followed: "800."

The third voice was faster: "1000".

The price surged like a lit fuse, quickly reaching 4500.

The hall was silent for a moment. Just as the auctioneer was about to speak, someone from the southwest corner called out: "5000."

Several people who were initially observing completely gave up the idea, shook their heads, and put down their signs.

But 5000 didn't last long. A voice came from the second-floor private room: "8000."

Immediately afterward, someone else chimed in: "10000."

Upon hearing the price, many people in the hall gasped. Ten thousand gold coins were enough to buy a three-courtyard house in Bichon.

But in no time, the price of the Heavenly Venerable Daoist Robe soared to 16000, and then to 22000.

Chapter 239 Lin Mu's Auction Items (Part 1)

Lin Mu leaned back in his armchair, looking through the bamboo curtain at the Celestial Venerable's robe, which gleamed warmly in the candlelight. He twirled his teacup in his hand, put it down, and raised the sign in his hand: "30000."

The hall fell silent for a moment. Even the auctioneer paused, glancing towards the second-floor VIP box as if to confirm he hadn't misheard.

Only the person who had shouted 22000 earlier turned around, his gaze piercing through the hall, and glared directly at Lin Mu's private room. Although he couldn't see the person inside through the bamboo curtain, his dissatisfaction was clearly written on his face.

But he didn't raise the price. His fingers, gripping the sign, tightened and loosened repeatedly before finally letting go.

The auctioneer waited a moment, his gaze sweeping across the room, before raising his voice slightly: "30000 gold coins for the first time... 30000 gold coins for the second time... 30000 gold coins for the third time..."

The gavel fell. "Deal. Congratulations, my friend, the Celestial Venerable Robe is yours."

A low murmur arose in the hall. Some shook their heads, some whispered to each other, and some glanced back at the tightly closed bamboo curtain on the second floor, as if trying to see who was sitting inside.

Lin Mu leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled slightly.

Whether 30,000 gold coins is worth it is another matter, but he has indeed been waiting for this robe for a long time, and for Lin Mu, the Heavenly Venerable Daoist Robe is indeed much harder to obtain than 30,000 gold coins.

Next up are 10 Void Spirit Gathering Pearls.

The auctioneer gave a brief introduction, saying that this was a product leaked from the Fengmo Lin family. It was low-cost, and apart from requiring time to collect experience and having a relatively high level to use, its effects were basically the same as those produced by the manor.

The members of several guilds in the audience exchanged glances, but without much arguing, they successfully won the bid for 45000 gold coins.

The next item to be auctioned was the Demon Blood Set that Lin Mu had added at the last minute.

When the tray was brought to the table, the three pieces of equipment were completely covered by a dark red velvet cloth, so nothing could be seen.

The auctioneer didn't rush to lift the curtain. Instead, he took a step back, his gaze sweeping across the room. His voice was deeper and more solemn than before: "Ladies and gentlemen, before introducing the next items, I have something to say. As you all know, the owner of the Overlord's Blade said he would give that blade to the bravest person in the world. And the Spirit Gathering Pearl we just saw, as well as the next few items, are all from the hand of this gentleman."

The hall was quiet for a moment, then a low murmur arose.

Some people turned their heads and whispered something to the person next to them, some sat up straight and took another look at the stage, and some flipped through the booklet and then closed it, as if they were re-evaluating the weight of the next item.

"They're all the same person?"

"The Spirit Gathering Pearl comes from the Sealed Demon Lin family, so could these other items also have originated from the Sealed Demon family?"

"I don't know, but anyone who can wield the Blade of the Conqueror is no ordinary person."

The murmurs weren't loud, but they surged through the hall like a tide, and everyone's eyes were focused on the tray covered with a red cloth on the stage.

The auctioneer stopped teasing and reached out to lift the velvet cloth, revealing three dark red pieces of equipment that gleamed with a deep, eerie luster under the candlelight, as if they had just been stripped from some powerful boss.

Necklaces, bracelets, and rings are lined up in a row, their surfaces covered with fine, blood-red patterns.

The auctioneer picked up the ring, turned it around, and put it down again. His voice was a few decibels deeper than before, as if he were solemnly introducing something extraordinary: "Ladies and gentlemen, let me first say a few words about the origin of this set of Demon Blood equipment. As far as I know, this Demon Blood equipment is only in the hands of the two great bosses, the Rainbow Demon Scorpion Guard and the Rainbow Demon Pig Guard, who only spawn in the recently breached Crossroads, Secret Passage (II), and Demon Soul Hall of the Sealed Demon Valley. These two monsters are extremely powerful, even more difficult to deal with than the Evil Viper, and are said to be no less powerful than the Stone Tomb Corpse King."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room, "So you all probably have an idea of ​​how rare this set of equipment is."

Lin Mu was sitting in the private room, holding a teacup, when he heard those words and almost spat out his tea.

In his eyes, the Rainbow Demon Scorpion Guard and the Rainbow Demon Pig Guard were just minor bosses, but in the auctioneer's mouth, they became "extremely powerful, more difficult to deal with than the Evil Viper, and a major boss whose strength is no less than that of the Stone Tomb Corpse King."

However, upon further reflection, he realized that the White Boar was already a formidable opponent for the people below the stage, and the Rainbow Demon Scorpion Guard and the Boar Guard were indeed considered major bosses in their eyes.

Thinking about it this way, the auctioneer wasn't exaggerating; he was just too good for himself.

He put down his teacup and continued listening.

Someone in the audience looked down and flipped through the booklet in their hand, frowned, and whispered to the person next to them, "This set isn't in the booklet."

The person next to him flipped through a couple of pages and shook his head: "They're definitely not. These three items weren't on the list before."

Another person leaned over and took a look: "It must have been added at the last minute. The fact that it could be added at the last minute means that the stuff is pretty good."

The group whispered among themselves for a few moments, but no one pressed for further questions. After all, the goods were on the table, genuine and of high quality, which was far more important than whether it was written in the brochure.

The auctioneer offered no explanation, because she herself was unsure and it was not her concern.

The auctioneer paused briefly before continuing, "As everyone knows, such special equipment is rare, and top-tier pieces are even rarer. This set, with each of the three pieces, increases the wearer's maximum magic power by 3 points compared to ordinary pieces. Individually, it may not seem particularly groundbreaking, but when all three are equipped, the stat boost is considerable. Moreover, the Magic Blood equipment has a hidden attribute: it directly increases the wearer's health. A single piece only increases health by 25 points, but when all three are equipped, an additional 50 points are added. In other words, the three-piece set directly increases the maximum health by 125 points."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room: "My fellow mages should know that a level 33 mage only has 146 HP. A level 41 mage only has 200 HP. Wearing this set will double your HP. Starting bid: 5000 gold coins."

As soon as she finished speaking, the audience erupted in a commotion.

Several mages raised their bidding paddles simultaneously, and the price jumped from 5000 to 8000, then from 8000 to 12000, continuing its upward climb without stopping.

Just as a middle-aged mage in a dark red robe finished shouting "15,000," a young mage diagonally opposite him immediately raised his sign: "18,000!"

The dark red-robed mage frowned, but didn't hesitate: "Twenty thousand!"

The young monk gritted his teeth and replied, "Twenty-two thousand!"

The two went back and forth, and the price soared like a lit fuse, breaking through 30,000 in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Chapter 240 Lin Mu's Auction Items (Part Two)

Many people in the audience had already put down their signs; some shook their heads, some whispered among themselves, and some leaned back in their chairs and stopped moving.

But the bidding in the second-floor private rooms had only just begun.

The bamboo curtain in the private room on the west side moved slightly, and a steady voice came out: "Fifty thousand."

The hall fell silent for a moment, and those who were still hesitating in the lower seats finally stopped.

But the 50,000 didn't last long. A woman's voice came from another private room diagonally opposite: "60,000."

The person in the west VIP box didn't hesitate: "Seventy thousand."

The woman's voice paused for a moment: "One hundred thousand."

The person in the west VIP box seemed determined to get the equipment: "12."

When the woman spoke again, she hesitated for a moment, noticeably more than before: "15."

The west VIP room remained silent for a few moments, as if waiting for the other party to raise the price, but after waiting for a while without any movement, they finally spoke: "20." The female voice did not follow up.

Just as the auctioneer was about to ask a question, a deep voice suddenly came from the box directly opposite, where the bamboo curtain had never been opened: "25."

The voice wasn't loud, and it was even a little hoarse, but it was like a stone thrown into calm water, and everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment.

Some people gasped, some nearly dropped their teacups, and some whispered, "They've gone mad."

25 gold coins—many Awakened Ones couldn't accumulate that much money in a lifetime. Yet, when that voice uttered it, it was as calm as if it were announcing the price of a bowl of noodles.

The auctioneer glanced toward the private room, and even she paused for a moment at the weight of the number, but quickly regained her professional composure, raising her voice slightly: "25 gold coins for the first time... 25 gold coins for the second time... 25 gold coins for the third time."

The gavel fell, "Sold. Congratulations to this customer."

Lin Mu sat in his private room, his hand holding the teacup paused for a moment, even he himself did not expect that the Demon Blood set could be bid up to this price.

This one set alone is enough for him to buy several Heavenly Venerable Daoist robes.

The next item up for auction is a female mage's feathered robe.