Fierce Blade Devours Spirit

Soon, a maid came over to Feng Yan, carrying the exquisite wooden box in both hands.

Feng Yan took the box. After sweeping it with his spiritual sense once more and confirming that nothing was amiss, he pretended to reach for his waist while secretly opening his portable space and taking out a gold card engraved with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"This is a gold card from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. It has one million Gold Soul Coins on it, which you can exchange for cash at any of their branches..."

The maid's gaze went blank the moment she saw the card.

She had received professional training, so she naturally recognized this gold card...

But... wasn't the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in a super VIP room on the third floor?

Why was this person on the most ordinary first floor?

Feng Yan asked, "What's wrong? Is this one no good?"

"N-no, esteemed guest. There's nothing wrong with your gold card." The maid accepted it and asked no further questions.

Perhaps he was simply so used to living in luxury that he wanted a change of pace.

Regardless, these were not things a maid like her needed to know.

Feng Yan put the wooden box away. Onstage, the blonde girl brought out another auction item.

It was still inside a box, but this time, the box was made of iron.

At the Starlight Auction House, items stored in iron boxes were most likely to be something exceptionally good, such as a Soul Bone.

The blonde girl reached out and opened the iron box.

Inside lay a fiery red Soul Bone, only about the length of a forearm. Fine patterns covered its surface, like blood vessels or tree roots.

"The second item is the Right Arm Bone of Scarlet Flame Burning."

The blonde girl raised her voice slightly. "This Soul Bone came from a ten-thousand-year-old Scarlet Flame Demon Lizard. It has a fire attribute and is highly likely to grant a fire-attribute enhancement skill. It's a treasure that fire-attribute Soul Masters dream of obtaining."

"The starting price is three million Gold Soul Coins. Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins higher than the last."

Ten-thousand-year Soul Bones were rare. Though fire-attribute ones weren't as sought-after as Soul Bones with other attributes, they were still Blood River Treasures.

Which fire-attribute Soul Master wouldn't want this Right Arm Bone of Scarlet Flame Burning?

But the starting price of three million had already weeded out most of the crowd.

"Three million one hundred thousand."

Someone made a bid.

"Three million two hundred thousand."

"Three million five hundred thousand!"

Bids rang out one after another as the price soared.

When it reached four million, no one in the ordinary seats on the first floor was bidding anymore. Only people on the second and third floors were still competing.

Feng Yan leaned back in his chair and watched the fiery red Soul Bone. It was useless to him, but he knew Chicken Leg Douluo would definitely fight to secure it for someone.

Too bad. Old Ma's descendant probably wouldn't be able to enjoy it...

"Five million."

From Shrek's private room on the third floor, Xuan Zi's voice rang out. He seemed determined to win the Soul Bone.

With this Soul Bone, Xiaotao's flames might advance further, allowing her to restore the glory of her ancestors...

Xuan Zi's thinking was simple: win the Soul Bone at any cost, then personally protect Ma Xiaotao as she absorbed it.

But he hadn't considered...

Ma Xiaotao's Martial Soul was the Evil Fire Phoenix, and she was a woman. The Evil Fire within her was already difficult to control.

If she forcibly absorbed the Soul Bone, with a little luck, the Holy Spirit Cult's Fire Phoenix Saintess would descend ahead of schedule... With bad luck, of course, her body would simply explode.

Feng Yan was utterly speechless at Xuan Zi. How could anyone be this stupid?

To be so stupid and still become a Super Douluo, then even rise to the rank of Limit Douluo... Mu En must have done a lot to help him along the way.

Could Xuan Zi really be the Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Elder? He went to such lengths to serve the Holy Sect's interests, and he even wanted to deliver the Saintess to the Holy Spirit Cult.

The entire auction hall fell silent for a moment. Five million Gold Soul Coins was no small sum, but there were still people bold enough to compete with Shrek.

"Five million five hundred thousand."

From Mingde Hall's private room on the second floor, the Level 9 Soul Engineer spoke up again.

Xuan Zi continued bidding. "Six million."

"Six million five hundred thousand."

"Seven million."

"Eight million."

Xuan Zi said nothing. Leaning back in his chair, he clenched his fingers into a fist.

Mingde Hall really had money. They'd thrown out eight million Gold Soul Coins without even batting an eye.

But Xuan Zi was different. He hadn't brought many Gold Soul Coins with him. How could he compare to Mingde Hall, which sold Soul Tools?

They could sell some Soul Tool that wasn't particularly useful, and the money would be made back in no time.

Still, he truly couldn't bear to give up just like that.

Was Xiaotao really destined to miss out on this fire-attribute Soul Bone?

Xiaotao was such a good child, yet that stingy miser Yan Shaozhe wouldn't even provide her with a Soul Bone.

How could he, as her elder, stand by and let that happen?

Forget it!

Even if he had to throw away every last shred of dignity, he'd still get this Soul Bone for Xiaotao...

With that thought, Xuan Zi immediately made up his mind. "Eight million five hundred thousand."

"Ten million." The Level 9 Soul Engineer from Mingde Hall still bid without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, Xuan Zi could only keep quiet for the moment.

Eight million five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins was the absolute limit of what he could offer for this Soul Bone.

He couldn't go any higher.

He was only an elder of the Sea God Pavilion, not its master. He couldn't use too much of the academy's resources for the sake of one student.

But who was Xuan Zi?

Would he really give up just like that?

Xuan Zi had already decided that as soon as the auction ended, he would go and rob them.

First, he'd take the Moon Cold Jade from that kid on the first floor, then he'd steal this ten-thousand-year fire-attribute Soul Bone.

After all, those Soul Engineers wouldn't absorb the Soul Bone. They'd just take it and make those useless Soul Tools out of it.

Wasn't that a waste?

He was a Level 98 Super Douluo. In his eyes, that Level 9 Soul Engineer from Mingde Hall was nothing but a scrap who tinkered with bits of iron.

If they actually fought, he could crush the man to death with one hand...

Just as expected, Mingde Hall bought the Soul Bone.

After a few more useless items went up for auction, Feng Yan finally perked up.

This next item was different from the ones before it.

Most of the earlier items had been stored in boxes, but this one was wheeled onto the stage on a cart, covered with a layer of red cloth.

A mere layer of cloth could hardly fool Feng Yan. He only needed one glance to recognize what it was.

An engraving knife.

The Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife. In other words, Gold of Life.

"Esteemed guests, the next item is no less valuable to a Soul Engineer than a fine ten-thousand-year Soul Bone."

"Of course, it isn't a Soul Tool, but an engraving knife used to carve the Core Arrays of Soul Tools..."

"It's also one of the top hundred-odd ranking engraving knives."

On the second floor, the Level 9 Soul Engineer looked troubled. He murmured, "Strange. How could a ranked engraving knife appear in the Star Luo Empire?"

"Could it be... that infamous knife ranked ninety-ninth, the Spirit-Devouring?"

His voice wasn't loud, but most of the people present were high-level cultivators and could naturally hear him.

"Spirit-Devouring?"

The moment those four words were spoken, discussion erupted throughout the auction hall.

The ranked engraving knives were treasures of the Soul Engineer world, each with its own name.

The blonde girl rested her hand on the red cloth but didn't immediately pull it away.

Her gaze swept across the room, lingering for a moment on Mingde Hall's private room on the second floor.

"That's right. It's the Spirit-Devouring, the engraving knife ranked ninety-ninth."