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Hearing the implication in Mite'er Tushan's words, Gu He froze for a moment before nodding. "Then please begin verifying the pill."

Mite'er Tushan smiled faintly. "How could a pill produced by Dan Emperor Gu He possibly be fake? Since you say it is a Dou Ling Pill, I will naturally auction it according to the standards of a Dou Ling Pill."

Gu He was briefly taken aback. As expected of someone from the Mittel Family. His words are truly pleasing to hear.

"In that case, what price will be set for this Dou Ling Pill?" Gu He asked.

"The Dou Ling Pill is a Sixth-Grade Pill. It will be the most valuable item in this auction, so it shall be auctioned as the finale."

"As for its price, that will be left to the heads of the major clans to decide," Mite'er Tushan said with a smile.

The heads of the imperial capital's several top clans were all at the Dou Wang level. A Dou Ling Pill could directly raise one's cultivation by an entire level, making it an absolutely priceless treasure to them.

Once this Dou Ling Pill appeared, the heads of those top clans would certainly fight over it like mad.

Under such circumstances, Mite'er Tushan was certain that the Dou Ling Pill would fetch no low price.

Gu He naturally understood Mite'er Tushan's meaning and nodded lightly.

"Dan Emperor Gu He, this is your private room number. The auction will begin shortly. Please take your assigned seat."

As he spoke, Mite'er Tushan handed Gu He a card made from green jade.

Gu He nodded and casually accepted the card. Then he asked, "By the way, could you give me a list of the items in this auction?"

Mite'er Tushan was slightly startled before promptly replying, "No problem."

He then brushed his right hand over his Storage Ring, and a list immediately appeared in his palm.

"Dan Emperor Gu He, please."

Mite'er Tushan handed the list to Gu He.

"Thank you." Gu He took the list, thanked him, and slowly left the appraisal room.

After Gu He departed, the elderly man who had left earlier entered once more.

"Supervising Elder, was that man really Dan Emperor Gu He?" The old man looked at Mite'er Tushan with a shocked expression.

"Yes. I never expected a figure like Dan Emperor Gu He to appear at this auction."

Mite'er Tushan shook his head. "I'm afraid the quality of this auction may disappoint him."

As he spoke, Mite'er Tushan instructed the old man, "Once the auction begins, immediately spread the news of the Sixth-Grade Pill, the Dou Ling Pill, to the heads of the major clans. Tell them to make thorough preparations."

"Yes, Elder," the old man replied respectfully.

Using the green card in his hand, Gu He quickly found his private room and took a seat.

The auction hall outside was already packed with people, and the atmosphere was exceptionally lively.

"As expected of the number one auction house in the Jia Ma Empire, the Mittel Auction House is truly popular." Gu He sighed at the sight before him.

Seeing that the auction would not begin anytime soon, Gu He took out the list he had received from Mite'er Tushan and casually browsed through it.

A moment later, Gu He closed the list, a trace of disappointment appearing on his face.

Of everything listed, only one medicinal herb barely caught his interest. The rest of the auction items were nothing more than ordinary goods in his eyes.

Still, that was only natural.

This auction was merely an Xuan-tier auction.

Within the Mittel Family, auction houses were strictly divided into four levels—Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang—just like cultivation techniques, with Heaven being the highest.

However, a Heaven-tier auction house might not open even once in one or two years. Yet whenever it did open, it meant that the Mittel Auction House was about to auction off something truly heavyweight. At such times, nearly half the experts and faction leaders of the Jia Ma Empire would swarm over...

The memories in Gu He's mind told him that his predecessor had attended one such auction years ago. Back then, the Mittel Auction House had seemed to auction off an egg from a sixth-tier Fire Scale Crocodile Dragon.

Once a Fire Scale Crocodile Dragon was successfully hatched, it would be a natural-born Dou Wang. Moreover, if raised properly, it would eventually reach the Dou Emperor level.

Such an auction item was absolutely worth a fortune in the Jia Ma Empire.

At this moment, Gu He looked at the list in his hand with disappointment on his face.

Now that he had advanced to become a Seventh-Grade Alchemist, finding seventh-tier medicinal herbs in the tiny Jia Ma Empire was indeed a difficult task.

Even seventh-tier medicinal herbs were rare, let alone eighth-tier ones.

Thinking of this, Gu He felt somewhat helpless.

A clever housewife cannot cook without rice!

Without even eighth-tier medicinal ingredients, how was he supposed to strive toward becoming an Eighth-grade Alchemist?

On the continent, alchemists were indeed a rare profession, but they were also an extremely expensive one.

Although alchemy placed tremendous importance on talent, without an endless supply of medicinal ingredients, even the most gifted person would struggle to rapidly raise their level of alchemy...

But if one had a massive faction behind them that could provide an endless supply of medicinal ingredients, they could focus wholeheartedly on their craft and save the time spent traveling everywhere in search of herbs.

With such concentration, their achievements would naturally be far greater than those of independent alchemists...

Therefore, many alchemists hoped to find a wealthy patron capable of supporting their lavish spending at the Alchemist Conference.

As for Gu He's predecessor, he had been the greatest dark horse of the previous Alchemist Conference.

Before that, not many people had even heard the name Gu He.

But after he displayed his talents at the competition, he caught the eye of the former Sect Leader of the Misty Cloud Sect, who hired him as an elder of the Misty Cloud Sect...

At the time, Gu He had only been a Fourth-Grade Alchemist. Yet over the years, supported by the Misty Cloud Sect's immense wealth, he had forcibly risen by two grades. His reputation had also transformed from being unknown into that of the Dan Emperor whom everyone now revered.

Thus, if not for the Misty Cloud Sect, Gu He would likely have needed at least another twenty years to reach his current level.

That was the benefit of having a wealthy patron behind him: he did not need to waste time searching everywhere for medicinal ingredients.

With Gu He's current level as an alchemist, the small Misty Cloud Sect could no longer support him.

Do I need to find an even more powerful faction to rely on? Gu He could not help wondering inwardly.

A Seventh-Grade Alchemist was likely beyond what any faction in the entire Northwest Region could afford to support.

Only those great factions in the Central Continent possessed such strength.

However, even if he went to the Central Continent, Gu He's status as a Seventh-Grade Alchemist would still make him someone every faction sought to recruit.

"Ah, I'll take things one step at a time. For now, being a Seventh-Grade Alchemist is enough." Gu He shook his head helplessly and gave a bitter smile.