Bloodflame Divine Sword

Freya said with a confident smile, "Mr. Linley, I believe this auction will have something that satisfies you."

"I still have something to deal with. We can talk again when I have time."

After leaving the private room and closing the door behind her, Freya's false smile faded. Her expression turned cold and indifferent as she walked slowly down the corridor, thinking to herself, This Linley really is no ordinary man.

Freya was far older than Linley, and their experience and knowledge were on entirely different levels. She could tell that the man's speech and manner were neither servile nor overbearing. In fact, there was even an indescribable pride hidden within them. He had paid no attention to the subtle probing and attempts to win him over from a Five-star Demon like herself.

Inside Private Room No. 3.

"Phew..."

Thomas, Donald, Dennis, and Jess all let out a sigh of relief at the same time, their expressions relaxing somewhat.

Dennis said with lingering fear, "As expected of a Six-star Demon. That woman put so much pressure on me just now."

Thomas wore a trace of worry as he said, "Linley, your strength must have been exposed by that Joseph."

Back then, when Linley killed several Five-star Demons, one of their Space Rings could not be recognized as its owner through blood.

Thomas had also known about this matter and understood what it implied.

Linley nodded calmly. "It doesn't matter. I've already decided that I won't leave Red Stone City before becoming a High-level God."

As the saying went, there were no walls that wind could not penetrate. Since Freya had learned that he was a remarkably powerful Mid-level God, it was impossible for none of the other factions in the city to know about it as well. It was only natural that some of them would have ideas.

Curiosity, suspicion, and all sorts of thoughts entangled together were normal. But Linley had a residence in the city where he could stay indefinitely, which was the greatest protection of all. Invisibly, it saved him a great deal of trouble.

Linley's expression turned solemn as he warned them, "Just in case, it's best if you don't take on any demon missions either. We'll talk about it after I become a High-level God."

Thomas and the others nodded. Some things did not need to be explained too clearly for them to understand. After all, idiots could not survive in a place like Hell, where the weak were prey to the strong.

With a safe environment for stable cultivation, only fools would go out looking for trouble.

A while later...

"Knock, knock!"

Linley extended his Spiritual Sense and discovered a cute, lively young woman with bright orange short hair. Her skin was smooth and fair as snow, and she wore a black server's short skirt paired with white stockings and high heels. Her tall, graceful figure was exceptionally striking.

Linley said, "Come in."

The young woman entered the private room and explained with a sweet smile, "The auction is about to begin. I'll be responsible for bidding on behalf of the guests, as well as storing and transferring items for them."

"If a guest needs it, I can also provide some special services. Of course, the charges will depend on the circumstances."

The young woman blinked playfully, her voice soft and adorable.

Linley gave a light "Mm" and said nothing more.

The young woman was good at reading people. Seeing that Linley had no interest in her, she could not help feeling a little disappointed. She had heard that the guests in the third-floor private rooms were all extremely wealthy. If she served them well, she could earn several hundred Ink Stones in one go.

If she was lucky, earning over a thousand Ink Stones would not be a problem either.

Thomas sized up the young woman and asked with a smile, "How do you charge for this line of work? Let's hear it."

The young woman was not shy at all. She said frankly, "That depends on how the guest wants to play..."

After listening to her explain the various packages, Thomas shook his head repeatedly and said with a wry smile, "The few of us probably can't afford it. You're too expensive."

Before long, the auction began.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Jialan Auction House..."

There was a Magic Array inside the private room, allowing the voices from the grand auction stage to be transmitted clearly.

"The first item is this Bloodflame Divine Sword!"

Linley looked down from the private room through the one-way mirror.

The white-robed auctioneer took out a red sword case nearly two meters long and gently pressed the mechanism. With a crisp click, the seal immediately unfolded.

A scarlet-red long sword appeared before everyone.

The auctioneer introduced it in an impassioned tone: "The previous owner of this sword was once a Seven-star Demon who shook Hell—the Bloodflame Demon!"

"I must remind everyone that this Bloodflame Divine Sword was nurtured for ten billion years. Over the course of all those years, it has come to contain a trace of the Bloodflame Demon's understanding of the Fire Law!"

His words immediately caused an uproar. Countless pairs of eyes burned with greed as they stared at the Bloodflame Divine Sword, fantasizing that if they obtained it and were lucky enough to comprehend the experience of a Seven-star Demon, they would strike it rich.

Linley's interest was also piqued, and he was rather astonished. He had not expected the quality of the first auction item to be so impressive. If the introduction was accurate, the Bloodflame Divine Sword was almost comparable to the Purpleblood Soft Sword.

The original records stated that the Purpleblood Soft Sword also contained a trace of its former owner, the Purpleblood Demon's, insights into techniques. Linley had simply failed to use it to enter the path of the Destruction Rule.

Thus, Linley personally believed the auctioneer's words. However, he had no intention of bidding. The sword's attributes were ultimately incompatible with his own.

Seeing the noisy, excited crowd, the auctioneer felt satisfied. He loudly announced, "The starting price for this Bloodflame Divine Sword is ten billion Ink Stones. Each bid must be at least ten thousand Ink Stones higher. We begin now!"

"Ten billion Ink Stones!"

The first to call out was a purple-haired girl in purple robes. She raised a numbered paddle bearing the number five.

The auctioneer shouted excitedly, "The honored guest in Private Room No. 5 bids ten billion Ink Stones!"

The price directly shocked the first and second floors. The God-level powerhouses were envious and jealous, yet helpless. Some were even left dumbfounded.

Ten billion had already exceeded the bounds of their imagination. After all, an ordinary attacking High-level God Artifact sold for only one million in Blood Peak Castle.

"Fifteen billion!"

A second bidder appeared. The one raising the paddle was a mature woman in a pink dress.

The auctioneer raised his voice again and called out, "The honored guest in Private Room No. 7 bids fifteen billion Ink Stones!"

A third voice rang out. "Twenty billion!"

The auctioneer looked toward the black-haired woman holding up her paddle and shouted with a smile, "The honored guest in Private Room No. 2 bids twenty billion Ink Stones!"

The fierce bidding did not stop in the slightest. Before long, it had reached seventy billion Ink Stones. By then, only the guests from Private Rooms No. 2, No. 5, No. 7, and No. 9 remained in the competition.

Inside Private Room No. 3, Linley clicked his tongue in amazement. "Every one of them is so rich. I wonder how many years they've been saving."

He guessed that these competitors were all veteran Six-star Demons at the peak of their strength. In pursuit of a sliver of opportunity to break through, they were naturally willing to spend money on the Bloodflame Divine Sword. Although the probability was very low, what if they were lucky enough to comprehend the Bloodflame Demon's experience with the Fire Law? If it happened to be the part they lacked, becoming a Seven-star Demon would no longer be a dream.

The auctioneer shouted excitedly, "Ninety billion five hundred million, once! Ninety billion five hundred million, twice! Ninety billion five hundred million, three times! Sold! Congratulations to the honored guest in Private Room No. 5 for obtaining the first auction item, the Bloodflame Divine Sword!"

The fierce competition finally came to an end. Many people could not help but let out a sigh of relief, their suspended hearts finally settling. The scene had been far too thrilling.