Intermediate Healing Potion

"Fifty-one thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Immediately afterward, another young Soul Master refused to be outdone and promptly raised the bid.

His voice was somewhat youthful, yet filled with determination and resolve.

He stared fixedly at the Netherworld Direwolf corpse on the auction stage, as though it were an incomparably precious treasure that he had to claim no matter what.

"Seventy thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

"..."

With the two Soul Masters taking the lead in bidding, the entire auction hall instantly became lively.

All the Soul Masters present began competing fiercely, raising their bidding paddles and loudly calling out their prices.

To most Soul Masters, the corpse of a twenty-thousand-year soul beast was still extremely valuable.

With their strength, they simply had no way of hunting a twenty-thousand-year soul beast alone.

Moreover, the Netherworld Direwolf possessed top-tier bloodline among soul beasts.

Its bloodline inherited formidable power. Whether its bones and corpse or its own essence blood, all contained abundant Soul Power and special attributes.

"Tch, they're actually auctioning off the corpse of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast. This auction house really is poor."

At this moment, Xiao Hongchen, seated on the third floor, looked at the first auction item with a trace of disdain on his face.

The corners of his lips curled downward as he snorted softly.

He had originally held some expectations, thinking that the auction his grandfather had brought him to would be something grand and astonishing.

Yet the first auction item was merely the corpse of an ordinary soul beast, instantly shattering what little anticipation he had.

His face was full of indifference.

"Just watch properly."

Upon hearing Xiao Hongchen's words, Jing Hongchen frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure flashing through his eyes.

He turned his head and shot Xiao Hongchen a fierce glare, speaking in a low, stern voice.

He told Xiao Hongchen to stop spouting nonsense and watch the auction properly.

The woman standing on the auction stage was definitely not simple.

Although his strength did not allow him to fully sense Ling Yun's exact cultivation, the faint trace of aura she had inadvertently released earlier had made him feel extremely oppressed, as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on his heart.

What was more, she was a Titled Douluo Expert with the Ultimate Life Attribute.

Such formidable strength and special attribute filled Jing Hongchen with awe and wariness toward her.

This woman absolutely could not be offended.

After all, she was a healing-type Titled Douluo Expert. On this dangerous and challenging Douluo Continent, no one knew when they might suffer a fatal injury.

Once injured, having the aid of a powerful healing-type Soul Master meant having another chance at survival.

When it came to such experts, even if they were complete strangers, it was better to remain on good terms than to offend them lightly and bring unnecessary trouble upon oneself.

Of course, if Jing Hongchen knew that Ling Yun was actually a Limit Douluo, he definitely would not be able to remain calm.

The shock and fear in his heart would likely far surpass what he felt now.

He would gain a far deeper understanding of just how deep the waters of the Starry Sky Auction House truly ran.

And just how terrifying the forces hidden behind it were.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what exactly this Starry Sky Auction House is up to."

Though Xiao Hongchen outwardly heeded Jing Hongchen's warning and stopped speaking, his heart remained full of dissatisfaction and curiosity.

He muttered to himself, crossing one leg over the other and propping up his chin with one hand as he stared ahead boredly, waiting for the auction to end.

As time passed, the auction for the first item gradually drew to a close.

Ling Yun stood on the auction stage, the Auction Hammer in her hand rising and falling rhythmically. Every strike seemed to pound heavily against everyone's hearts.

"Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going once."

"Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going twice."

"Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going three times."

Ling Yun's voice was loud and powerful as it echoed through the auction hall.

"Let us congratulate Soul Master Number Eighty-Two on the first floor for successfully purchasing the corpse of this twenty-thousand-year Netherworld Direwolf for five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Finally, Ling Yun brought down the Auction Hammer with force, producing a crisp, resounding sound as she announced the owner of the first auction item.

After the first item concluded, Ling Yun once again gracefully raised her right hand and waved it lightly through the air.

At once, a crystal-clear glass bottle appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The bottle contained a green liquid, like a fountain of life, emanating a rich and alluring aura of vitality.

"Next up is the second auction item: an Intermediate Healing Potion. Its specific effect is that it can heal all injuries sustained by anyone below the Soul Emperor rank."

Ling Yun spoke again, introducing it in a clear and gentle voice.

Her voice echoed through the auction hall like heavenly music, drawing everyone's attention.

Ling Yun parted her red lips, her voice crisp and gentle, yet carrying an unquestionable certainty.

"Generally speaking, as long as a Soul Master is below the Soul Emperor rank, even if they have only their last breath left, once they consume this bottle of Intermediate Healing Potion, all injuries on their body will fully recover in no time."

Her voice echoed through the lavishly decorated, spacious, and brightly lit auction hall. Every word was like a stone cast into a still lake, sending ripples spreading outward.

"The starting bid is 1 million Gold Soul Coins."

Ling Yun raised her chin slightly, a trace of confidence in the item's value flashing through her eyes.

On the Douluo Continent, this Intermediate Healing Potion was practically a blessing for Soul Masters at the Soul Emperor rank and below—a supreme lifesaving treasure in critical moments.

The preciousness of a potion capable of instantly healing severe injuries went without saying.

As the crystal tray in Ling Yun's hand slowly presented the bottle of potion emitting a gentle green glow, the atmosphere in the entire auction hall instantly froze.

Everyone's gazes seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, locking firmly onto that bottle of potion.

The Soul Masters below the Soul Emperor rank had even more fervent desire blazing in their eyes.

Huo Yuhao's previously relaxed expression instantly became focused.

A flash of delight appeared in his eyes. The potion's effects were simply too tempting for him and his companions.

But when he thought of the starting bid of 1 million Gold Soul Coins, he could not help frowning slightly and sighing inwardly.

Unfortunately, it was only a single-use item.

Still, the potion's powerful effects stirred his heart, and he silently made up his mind.

In the future, he had to work hard to increase his strength.

He would take on more difficult missions and earn more Gold Soul Coins.

Bei Bei sat beside Huo Yuhao. He keenly caught the change in Huo Yuhao's eyes and asked softly.

"What's wrong, Yuhao? Do you want this bottle of Intermediate Healing Potion?"