Whispers rose from below the stage, and many people showed disappointment or disdain.
A seed that could not sprout—no matter how high its essence—what use was it?
Were they supposed to buy it home as an ornament?
A trace of awkwardness appeared on the auctioneer's face, but he continued, "Therefore, our establishment has decided to put this item up for auction. The starting price is ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, with each price increase no less than one thousand. Perhaps one of the distinguished guests present possesses the means to restore its vitality?"
Even he himself seemed to lack confidence in those words.
Sure enough, the audience fell silent. No one placed a bid.
Ten thousand Gold Soul Coins was no small sum. No one was willing to be made a fool by buying something almost certainly worthless.
Inside the private room, Xiao Wu curled her lips. "A dead seed costs ten thousand Gold Soul Coins? What a rip-off."
Yet Tang San's eyes were fixed tightly on that withered yellow seed!
Under the scrutiny of his Life Perception and Purple Demon Eye, that seed was absolutely not dead!
The Life Energy contained within it was like a dormant primordial beast—vast, pure, and unimaginably ancient!
It was even older and more obscure than the sense of Life Level granted to him by his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline!
Under the gaze of his Purple Demon Eye at the "Mustard Seed" realm, the layered Spiral Patterns seemed to form countless tiny sealing formations, tightly locking away that terrifying Life Force while also cutting it off from all examination and nourishment from the outside world.
"What... kind of seed is this?"
"It can only be sensed through Life Sense upon touch."
A storm surged in Tang San's heart.
He had never felt such an