The Interesting Inertia of Fate

Wu Yong shook his head, casting those fantasies to the back of his mind.

Aside from that remnant map, there was also that Grade 7 pill which seemed about as useful as a fart.

Then there was that Di-tier Low-level movement Dou Technique: Three Thousand Lightning Movement.

Compared to the Grade 7 pill that Wu Yong had no use for, he had been coveting this movement technique for a long time, ever since he was back at the Outer Academy.

Until now, he could finally get his hands on this rare movement technique.

Xiao Yan didn't get those two remnant maps; will the one at the auction fail to sell?

Wu Yong suddenly realized a crucial problem: it seemed he had to take over the role originally belonging to Xiao Yan.

Anything else could go wrong, but this remnant map could not.

Time quickly arrived at the day the Eight-Fan Sect auction began, and after coordinating with Su Qian, Wu Yong set off from the Inner Academy.

Half an hour later, Wu Yong looked at the sea of heads outside the auction house, feeling that most of them were just there to join in the excitement.

Taking out the full-face mask and black robe he had prepared early on, a breeze blew him into the auction house, carrying away a numbered tag.

Number 142.

A figure wearing a mask and a black robe sat down quietly, looking around; half the people were dressed the same way.

No one was a fool; in this chaotic Black-Corner Region, concealing one's identity was a very necessary thing.

Wu Yong did not fully suppress his aura, instead revealing a portion of it, appearing roughly like a Nine-Star Da Dou Shi, which was enough to intimidate most people.

Having grown up in the Black-Corner Region, Wu Yong naturally blended into the crowd below.

As the crystal platform suddenly lit up, it signaled the start of the auction.

"The first auction item is a cold ice sword inlaid with a Grade 3 ice-attribute monster core, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud..."

Wu Yong confirmed that this first item was exactly as he remembered, watching silently and waiting for his own part to begin.

Time passed bit by bit, and one item after another was brought up, all of them being treasures of quite good quality.

However, most were below Grade 5, and Wu Yong couldn't be bothered to pay much attention.

Although there were some stunning female slaves being auctioned, Wu Yong had no interest in women whose potential he could see through at a glance and who had no role to play.

It wasn't until the appearance of the Two-Pattern Green Spirit Pill that Wu Yong lifted his eyelids, understanding in his heart.

Following the flight Dou Technique being bought by the Young Sect Leader of the Blood Sect, the big treasure Wu Yong had been looking forward to finally appeared on stage.

"...Although this is a remnant map, what if one day you could collect the whole thing? If your luck is good enough, perhaps this map hides a treasure that could shock the entire continent!"

The elderly auctioneer wore a mischievous smile, using such inflammatory language to stir up the crowd's enthusiasm for bidding on this tattered piece of cloth.

It was a pity that everyone was no fool; no one knew how much time it would take to complete such a fragmented thing.

For an uncertain item, no one was willing to spend money; after all, their wealth didn't just fall from the sky.

Listening to the sneers below, the auctioneer shook his head helplessly: "Alright, I understand everyone's thoughts, so we have set the starting price for this item at: 100,000 gold coins."

The auction house was silent for a moment. Wu Yong waited a while, raised his numbered tag, and a somewhat lazy voice rang out: "110,000 gold coins."

"Good, guest 142 bids 110,000 gold coins. Are there any guests bidding higher?!"

"120,000 gold coins."

The next moment, a voice came from the VIP seats.

Wu Yong followed the sound and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The plot had changed; this brat Xiao Yan actually wanted to compete with him...

"Good, this VIP bids 120,000 gold coins. Is there any higher bid?"

"130,000 gold coins!"

Wu Yong glanced at the person who made the bid and slowly closed his eyes, feeling that things were getting more and more interesting.

Very good, the plot had returned to its original track.

"150,000."

"200,000."

Perhaps because the aura of the Heavenly Flame on Xiao Yan made that person from the Blood Sect dislike him, the two began to fight.

However, for a remnant map of unknown significance, Yao Lao naturally did not want to pay too high a price.

Therefore, the remnant map still fell into the hands of Fan Ling.

Beneath the mask, the corners of Wu Yong's mouth curled up slightly. Watching the subsequent auction items, he felt quite wonderful.

Especially when listening to the sky-high prices shouted by those major factions competing for that Di-tier Dou Technique, Wu Yong's mood became even better.

Tsk tsk tsk... these guys in the Black-Corner Region are truly filthy rich.

Wu Yong thought silently to himself: if he were to wipe out all these factions, his harvest would surely be very rich, right?

Heh heh heh...

As the auction concluded, Wu Yong blended into the crowd and left the auction house.

After exiting the venue, Wu Yong fully suppressed his aura and vanished into the throng of people.

He hid in the shadows, monitoring the movements of Fan Ling.

Seeing that the brat intended to rest at the hotel for the night, Wu Yong couldn't help but roll his eyes, finding himself a place to stay nearby as well.

With the Wind Whisper Technique, Wu Yong wasn't worried about the kid getting away.

Besides, the monk might run, but the temple couldn't.

If it weren't for the fact that Wu Yong wanted to swallow all these items in one go and feared damaging something, he would have just robbed them directly.

A two-star Dou Huang was simply not enough to look at in front of Wu Yong.

It wasn't just the Blood Sect; the movements of the Heavenly Snake Mansion and the Black Skull Tomb were also within Wu Yong's grasp.

Wu Yong calculated in his mind and ultimately abandoned the plan to strike tonight.

It was better to wait until they left the city; there were too many eyes and ears inside, and the commotion would be too great.

If he were to alert the enemy and disturb the other factions while attacking one, Wu Yong would suffer a huge loss.

He would wait until they were out of the city, put some distance between them, and let the information fly for a while; then, Wu Yong could use his extreme speed to race against time and strike them all almost simultaneously, devouring all these treasures!

The night was deep, and all their whispers fell into Wu Yong's ears.

Wu Yong nodded from time to time, wearing an "I see" expression.

[We Are All the Melon-Eating Crowd](White Common): Every day, you can obtain one jin of melon seeds, with a random flavor.

"...That works, it's better than those twenty-five yuan for five coupons."

Wu Yong nodded. Since he had just broken through to Dou Huang and a trait slot had opened up, he swapped out the white trait [Celebratory Wine is Ready for You].

As a white light flickered slightly, a jin of black melon seeds appeared before Wu Yong.

Wu Yong tasted one and found it to be the kind with a mild flavor but very plump kernels; he nodded in satisfaction.

"If all future white traits are like this, I won't complain. At least I feel they are—pfft, pfft, pfft... quite useful."

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

Wu Yong listened to every move of those factions while leisurely cracking melon seeds, occasionally taking a sip of tea.

Just like that, the night passed, and the major factions left the city one after another.