Spirit-Devouring Secured

The blonde girl introduced it: "The Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife was forged in the Sun Moon Empire by an Evil Soul Master who also cultivated Soul Tools. After that Evil Soul Master died, the knife was lost somewhere on the continent..."

"That really is the infamous master-devouring blade!" The Level 9 Soul Engineer's voice was loud enough, as if he were deliberately warning everyone.

What a pity. If it had been any other knife on the rankings, he would have spent his entire fortune to take it back to the Sun Moon Empire.

But of all things, the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife had appeared. Even if the Starlight Auction House gave it to him for free, he wouldn't dare take it.

The blonde girl didn't seem annoyed. She simply continued, "The starting price is two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Each bid must be at least ten thousand Gold Soul Coins higher than the last."

Most of the people exchanged glances, but no one dared be the first to bid.

Had they heard that right? This ranked engraving knife devoured its master? Was that true? If it was, whoever bought it would be in for a world of trouble!

After a long while, no one was willing to speak up.

"I bid two hun—"

Just then, the red-haired young man with an aura of evil from earlier seemed about to call out a bid.

Before he could finish, the gloomy, short-haired man in a black robe behind him immediately slapped him hard across the face, cutting him off.

"Truly, ignorance is bliss. I, a dignified Level 9 Soul Engineer, am wary of it, and you, a junior, actually dare to bid?"

The slap instantly brought the red-haired young man to his senses. He replied respectfully, "I was being greedy, Elder."

Seeing this, everyone else dismissed the idea. Even a Level 9 Soul Engineer feared it so much. Why should they get involved?

They'd better wait for the next item.

The blonde girl stood on the stage, her smile a little stiff.

She sighed inwardly. It looked like the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife was going to go unsold again.

Surely no one would be foolish enough to spend two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins on a master-devouring blade.

"I bid two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins." Feng Yan's calm voice rang out.

One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins—that was the price Dai Zhongxian had paid for it in the original story.

As for why it was two hundred thousand now? Most likely, the Starlight Auction House simply couldn't sell it and had been forced to lower the price.

It wasn't as if he was short of money. A little extra was no big deal...

Come to think of it, he'd just fleeced that bunch of black guys out of a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. After rounding things off, he could count himself as having paid only a hundred thousand.

Someone in the crowd recognized him. He was the man who had just spent a million on the Moon Cold Jade.

Now he was going to spend another two hundred thousand on a vicious blade? Did he grow his money on trees?

"Damn, boss! That kid actually used our Gold Soul Coins to buy that ranked Spirit-Devouring thing..."

When they saw Feng Yan hand two gold cards to the attendant, the black guys immediately grew displeased.

Maybe other people didn't know the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife's reputation, but how could they, members of the Sun Moon Empire's imperial family, not know?

That thing was notorious in the Sun Moon Empire. It was called the killing blade—the kind that killed its own master. Everyone who got their hands on it met a terrible end.

The black guy at the head of the group clenched his back teeth so hard they nearly shattered. "My Gold Soul Coins! And all I got was this piece of junk!!!"

"Damn it... Just wait until the auction's over. You're going to pay for this..."

Seeing Feng Yan put away the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife, the short-haired man in the black robe spoke up.

"Young man, this engraving knife devours its master. Aren't you afraid of dying?"

His tone sounded less like an interrogation and more like a question posed to a junior.

Aside from a very small number of people, few knew that the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife had another ability: it could turn those with weak wills into Evil Soul Masters.

Although the Holy Sect's leader had ordered them to keep a low profile, the sect still needed fresh blood.

This man had graduated from Shrek Academy, which meant his talent couldn't be bad...

If he could be invited to join the Holy Sect, he might even become the Holy Son...

The leader would surely reward him handsomely.

With that thought, the black-robed man spoke even more earnestly. "Our Holy Spirit Sect can't completely solve the problem with this Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife, but we can suppress it temporarily. Why don't you—"

His meaning was clear...

Young man?

What a rude bastard!

If we're being technical, I was old enough to be his ancestor...

Feng Yan didn't say a word. He simply ignored him.

Just an Evil Soul Master, and he wanted to make a scene?

He'd already seen through the man's true nature.

A 91st-ranked Titled Douluo, as well as a Level 9 Soul Engineer. His Martial Soul was an extremely sinister black lightning bolt.

And he called himself the Holy Spirit Sect?

It should be the Holy Spirit Cult.

A beast like him wasn't worthy of making the God of Fire act. He could leave this one for Qian Renxue to handle!

Though her Soul Power was only at Rank 89 now, killing a few Evil Soul Masters should be enough to raise it.

Speaking of Qian Renxue, Feng Yan was curious whether she could rekindle the glory of Spirit Hall and ascend to the Angel Godhood once more.

She should be able to...

When he realized he was being ignored, a trace of anger appeared on the black-robed man's face.

This brat!

He actually treated the respect I'd shown him like a shoe sole.

I'm a dignified Titled Douluo! How dare I suffer this kind of humiliation!

"You little—"

Before he could finish, Feng Yan merely glanced at him. The man immediately slumped into his seat.

Cold sweat poured off him. His heart seemed to be pinned down by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.

It was a terror that came from the depths of his soul. He couldn't summon even the slightest hostility.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

The black-robed man coughed violently, a thread of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

How was this possible!

Who was he?

Could he be an incomparably powerful Limit Douluo?

He was a Titled Douluo, and a Level 9 Soul Engineer at that!

Yet even a Limit Douluo might not be able to leave him in such a wretched state with nothing but a glance!

He'd felt this way only once before: in the presence of the Holy Sect's Supreme Sect Leader, who possessed Rakshasa Divine Power...

No one around them noticed anything unusual.

To everyone else, it merely looked as if a Titled Douluo was coughing uncontrollably in his seat.

It was strange for a Titled Douluo to be coughing, but no one paid it any mind.

Because the big one was coming!!!

"Next, we have the final item of the evening."

The blonde girl's voice echoed across the auction stage. "It is also the most precious item ever put up for auction since the Starlight Auction House was founded—a hundred-thousand-year Soul Bone."

Underground.

"宗主, that thing is onstage... When do we make our move?" Holy Blood Douluo whispered.

At that, Du Busi snapped his eyes open. "Keep your identities hidden later. Don't use your signature Soul Skills, and do your best not to reveal your Martial Souls. Our target is that hundred-thousand-year Soul Bone."

"Remember... Search the battlefield after the fighting. Once we've got it, we leave!"

"Yes, Sect Leader." Behind Du Busi, the four Titled Douluos nodded in unison.

At the auction.

The bidding was fierce. The price had reached fifty million Gold Soul Coins and was still climbing.

Suddenly, a voice rang out:

"Move!"