Medicine Emperor Han Feng on the Verge of Madness

"Twenty Million Gold Coins!"

Han Feng was the first to raise the bid, threatening, "Everyone, I have taken a liking to this Dou Skills Cultivation Method. If you know what is good for you, I will reward you handsomely. Whatever you want, I will not take a single share of it. Instead, I will give you appropriate compensation."

In the past, none of them could possibly have refused such generous terms. The promise of a Sixth-Rank Alchemist was worth its weight in gold. But things were different now; the value of this Flame Mantra had already been made very clear.

Once they obtained it, they would advance to the Dou Di Realm. Greed had already blinded everyone.

To ascend to a higher realm, they could abandon anything, including a verbal promise from a Sixth-Rank Alchemist.

"Forty Million!"

"Fifty Million Gold Coins!"

As he listened to the price climb again and again, Medicine Emperor Han Feng had long since flown into a rage. These beasts whose hearts had been clouded by greed actually thought they could suppress him with money! They had forgotten that the people he had brought were all friends participating in the auction. If they pooled everything together, not only would the Flame Mantra be theirs, even the final auction item would be within their grasp.

However, Han Feng had been thinking too much. The Black-Corner Region experts who had originally supported him had also joined the bidding. The Flame Mantra's allure was simply too great.

If they could truly advance to the Dou Di Realm, what did it matter if they offended a Sixth-Rank Alchemist? Besides, the experts of the Black-Corner Region naturally could not allow Han Feng to rise to a higher level. Otherwise, getting him to refine pills for them would no longer be so easy.

"You... you bastards!"

Han Feng's pupils suddenly contracted. "Don't ever think of asking me to refine pills for you again!"

"Eighty Million Gold Coins!"

In order to obtain the complete Flame Mantra, Han Feng had become utterly deranged. Now that he had finally encountered it, how could he let it slip away? Even if he had to spend his entire fortune, he had to seize the Flame Mantra with everything he had! Xiao Yan's expression was grave. "Teacher, what do we do?"

Yao Chen sighed. "There is no way. With our financial resources, we are no match for that traitorous disciple. The Flame Mantra will ultimately fall into his hands."

"But what I never expected was that the Ascending Heaven Pavilion actually knew the value of the Flame Mantra and was even willing to put it up for auction. Just who is Li Xiao?"

"Teacher, even you have never heard of Lord Li Xiao?"

Yao Chen shook his head. "Never. Even on the continent, I have never heard of him. He is not from any of the major clans, yet the items he auctions are things even those great clans may not necessarily be able to produce."

"The story behind the Ascending Heaven Pavilion truly grows more intriguing by the day."

As Venerable Yao of the Dou Qi Continent, Yao Chen helplessly let out a breath of hot air. He had not expected Han Feng to ultimately succeed in obtaining the Flame Mantra.

How could the Soul Hall Protector sit by and do nothing? He wanted this cultivation method as well.

"One Hundred Million Gold Coins!"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng nearly went mad. "Protector, what exactly do you want? As long as you give the Flame Mantra to me, I can do anything! Even if you make me serve you like an ox or horse, I will do it!"

Wu Protector sneered. "Heh heh, Han Feng, I told you already. No one has ever been able to take what we have set our eyes on. Give up while you still know what is good for you, or you know the consequences."

"Impossible!" Han Feng had betrayed his master because of the Flame Mantra. Now that he had finally encountered it again, he would never miss this chance. So what if he offended the Soul Hall?

"One Hundred Fifty Million Gold Coins!"

Han Feng decided to take Desperate Measures, pulling countless high-grade Pill Formulas from his Ring. Each one was worth a million, showing just how utterly deranged he had become.

Grinding his teeth, Han Feng burned with fury as he roared, nearly mad, "No matter how much you raise the bid, I, the Medicine Emperor, will always outbid you by ten million!"

"How presumptuous!"

Wu Protector slammed his palm onto the table. "Han Feng, how dare you!"

Ya Fei gently reminded them, "Everyone, everything inside the Ascending Heaven Pavilion belongs to the Pavilion Master. No damage is permitted, or you will face enormous compensation."

Hearing this, Wu Protector's hand, which had been about to smash a cup into Han Feng, abruptly stopped. Since that was the case, he would spare his life for now.

"I told you, this Flame Mantra is mine!" Disregarding all decorum, Han Feng shouted himself hoarse.

The factions of the Black-Corner Region also cast disdainful looks his way. This was the Medicine Emperor? He had no manners at all.

Still, the price had become outrageously high. It was probably all the money Han Feng had on him.

Seeing the bid had already reached an astronomical sum, Wu Protector did not have enough Gold Coins on hand and could only turn his gaze toward Ya Fei.

"Miss Ya Fei, given my status as a Protector, could I buy it on credit?"

The Soul Hall's fearsome reputation was widely known, and the Hun Clan behind it was an existence beyond everyone's reach. He could not think of any reason they would refuse him.

Offending the Soul Hall was not a wise move.

Yet Niu Meng said coldly, "If you have no money, get lost! The Ascending Heaven Pavilion does not offer credit!"

Wu Protector had still been immersed in the joy of preparing to claim the Flame Mantra when he heard the words of Niu Meng, the Ascending Heaven Pavilion's chief steward. His expression changed drastically. He had not expected them to refuse him. Were they not afraid of offending the Soul Hall?! "Sir, I guarantee it with my status as a Protector. In one year, I will repay everything, principal and interest included. There will absolutely be no delay."

"Otherwise, if you offend our Soul Hall, powerful experts will surely come to demand an explanation someday. I hope you know what is good for you... otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, a violent chill appeared behind him.

Wu Protector trembled as he turned around, only to find an Ice Arrow aimed directly at his head. Looking closely, was this not the very Ice Arrow that had killed the Soul Hall's Blood-colored Old Ghost?

"If you say one more word of nonsense, your head will be separated from your body just like that old fool's."

Wu Protector's lips twitched, and his clothes had already been soaked through with sweat. Before this Ice Arrow, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness, as though there was simply no way he could contend against it.

Lian Xue moved her finger slightly, and the Ice Arrow vanished.

Trying to negotiate with the Ascending Heaven Pavilion without even knowing his own worth—what did he think he was? Trying to use the Soul Hall's name to intimidate them was simply courting death.

Even if Hun Tiandi came, the Ascending Heaven Pavilion might not give him that respect. Here, Li Xiao and the rewarded attendants were invincible.

Wu Protector could only sit back down in his chair resentfully, his face haggard. Yet the seed of hatred had already been planted. The Soul Hall was determined to obtain the Flame Mantra. Even if Han Feng won it at auction, they would naturally take it from him in the future.

There had never been anything the Soul Hall had set its sights on that it failed to obtain! Seeing that no one was bidding any further, Han Feng finally let out a sigh of relief and slumped weakly into his chair. Having obtained the Flame Mantra, any price was worth paying.

Cultivation methods could be found again if lost, but if the Flame Mantra was gone, it would truly be gone forever.