The Black-Robed Man

"I know some of you doubt Mu's words, but the secrets concerning the Fierce Curse Altar cannot be explained in detail here. Please weigh the matter yourselves. There is one more thing Mu must make clear in advance: although this Fierce Curse Altar is indeed a deadly weapon, its dangers are also immense. For reasons unknown, most of its past owners fell deep into misfortune—either perishing or suffering grave injuries. Only one blessed with immense fortune can control this treasure. Cultivators who are prepared may now bid. The auction begins. The starting price is six million spirit stones, and bids may be raised freely!" Mu Qingfeng stated the pros and cons without the slightest concealment and announced the start.

The crowd below looked at one another, and for a moment, no one made a bid.

Mu Qingfeng did not mind this and looked toward the many private rooms on the fifth floor.

The moment Bai Yuan, Long Yuhuan, Zhu Yu, and the others heard the name "Fierce Curse Altar," they had all become excited. At this moment, without exception, they rose to their feet and stared fixedly at the treasure.

The only one who showed no interest was Nan Shangfeng.

"I never expected the crown jewel of this auction to be this thing," Bai Yuan murmured.

"Wasn't this treasure said to have been destroyed during the last Beast Tide battle in the Ten Thousand Monster Mountain Range? How could it appear again?" Zhu Yu was also somewhat incredulous as he transmitted his voice to the others.

"That was a false rumor. I heard from my master that everyone who took part in that battle was struck by a curse, and all of them, including its previous owner, died in battle. The Fierce Curse Altar vanished afterward. Who would have thought