Fierce Blade Devours Spirit

Soon, a maid holding an exquisite wooden box walked toward Feng Yan.

Feng Yan took the wooden box and swept it with his divine sense once more. After confirming there were no issues, he made a motion toward his waist, secretly opening his portable space to retrieve a gold card engraved with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"This is a gold card from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. It contains one million Gold Soul Coins and can be exchanged at any of their branches at any time..."

The moment the maid saw the card, her gaze turned somewhat vacant.

She had undergone professional training and could naturally recognize this gold card...

But... wasn't the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect supposed to be in the super VIP rooms on the third floor?

Why was this person on the most ordinary first floor?

Feng Yan asked suspiciously, "What, is this one not acceptable?"

"No... no, no, respected guest, there is no problem with your gold card." The maid accepted the card and stopped asking questions.

Perhaps this person was just used to a life of luxury and wanted a change of pace.

Regardless, these were not things she, a mere maid, needed to know.

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

It was still inside a box, but this time, it had been replaced with an iron one.

At the Starlight Auction House, items kept in iron boxes were highly likely to be exceptional treasures, such as Soul Bones.

The blonde girl reached out and opened the iron box.

Inside lay a fiery red Soul Bone. It was only the size of a forearm, with fine, dense patterns on its surface that resembled blood vessels or tree roots.

"The second auction item: Right Arm Bone of Scarlet Flame Burning."

The blonde girl's voice rose a notch: "This Soul Bone was produced by a ten-thousand-year Scarlet Flame Demon Lizard. Its attribute is fire, and it has a high probability of providing a fire-attribute amplification skill. It is a supreme treasure that fire-attribute Soul Masters dream of."

"The starting bid is three million Gold Soul Coins, with each increment no less than one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Ten-thousand-year Soul Bones were rare, and while fire-attribute items were not as sought after as others, they were still treasures of the blood river.

For a fire-attribute Soul Master, who wouldn't want this Right Arm Bone of Scarlet Flame Burning?

However, the starting bid of three million had already screened out most people.

"Three million one hundred thousand."

Someone had placed a bid.

"Three million two hundred thousand."

"Three million five hundred thousand!"

Bidding voices rose one after another, and the price soared.

By the time it reached four million, the ordinary seats on the first floor had fallen silent, leaving only those on the second and third floors to compete.

Feng Yan leaned back in his chair, looking at that fiery red Soul Bone. This thing was of no use to him, but he knew that Chicken Leg Douluo would certainly fight for it for someone else.

It was just a pity... he feared that descendant of Old Ma would have no fortune to enjoy it...

"Five million."

In the Shrek private room on the third floor, the voice of Xuan Zi rang out, seemingly determined to win this Soul Bone.

As long as he had this Soul Bone, Xiao Tao's flames might be able to advance further, reshaping the glory of her ancestors...

Xuan Zi's thinking was actually very simple: he would spare no cost to secure this Soul Bone and then personally guard Ma Xiaotao while she absorbed it.

But he had not considered...

Ma Xiaotao's martial soul was the Evil Fire Phoenix, and as a woman, the evil fire within her was already difficult to control.

If she were to absorb it by force, if she were lucky, the Fire Phoenix Saintess of the Holy Spirit Cult would be born early... as for bad luck, well, she would naturally explode and die on the spot.

Feng Yan was also speechless regarding Xuan Zi; how could a person be this stupid?

To be this stupid and still become a Super Douluo, and eventually even reach the level of Limit Douluo—it seemed Mu En had contributed quite a bit to that...

Could this fellow Xuan Zi actually be a Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult? He was so painstakingly looking out for the Holy Cult that he was even thinking of delivering a Saintess to them.

The entire hall was silent for a moment. Five million Gold Soul Coins was not a small sum, but it was not as if no one dared to compete with Shrek.

"Five million five hundred thousand."

In the Mingde Hall private room on the second floor, the voice of that Level 9 Soul Engineer rang out again.

Xuan Zi continued to bid: "Six million."

"Six million five hundred thousand."

"Seven million."

"Eight million."

Xuan Zi stopped speaking. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers clenched into a fist.

Mingde Hall was truly wealthy; they could toss out eight million Gold Soul Coins without even blinking.

But Xuan Zi was different. He didn't actually carry that many Gold Soul Coins with him; how could he possibly compare to Mingde Hall, which sold Soul Tools?

They could easily earn this money back by selling a few useless Soul Tools.

However, giving up on it just like that was truly hard to swallow.

Was Xiao Tao really destined to have no connection with this fire-attribute Soul Bone?

Xiao Tao was such a wonderful child, yet that stingy Yan Shaozhe couldn't even bear to equip her with a single Soul Bone.

As an elder, how could he just stand by and watch?

Forget it!

Even if he had to throw away this old face of his, he would secure this Soul Bone for Xiao Tao...

Thinking of this, Xuan Zi hesitated no longer. "Eight million five hundred thousand."

"Ten million." The Level 9 Soul Master from Mingde Hall did not hesitate in the slightest.

Seeing this, Xuan Zi had no choice but to temporarily shut his mouth.

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

Any more than that would be impossible.

He was currently only an Elder of the Sea God Pavilion, not the Pavilion Master; he could not overdraw the academy's resources for the sake of a single student.

But who was Xuan Zi?

Would he really just give up like this?

Xuan Zi had already decided that as soon as the auction ended, he would immediately resort to robbery.

He would first snatch the Moon Cold Jade from that brat on the first floor, then seize this fire-attribute Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Besides, these Soul Masters didn't even absorb the Soul Bones; they just used them to craft those useless Soul Tools.

Wasn't that just a waste...

He was a Level 98 Super Douluo; in his eyes, that Level 9 Soul Master from Mingde Hall was nothing more than a piece of trash playing with scrap metal.

If a real fight broke out, he could crush him with a single hand...

Unsurprisingly, the Soul Bone was purchased by Mingde Hall.

After a few more lackluster items were presented, Feng Yan finally perked up.

This time, the auction item was different from the previous ones.

Most of the earlier items had been brought out in boxes, but this one was pushed out on a cart covered by a red cloth.

A mere cloth could naturally not hide it from Feng Yan; he swept his gaze over it once and immediately knew what it was.

An engraving knife.

The Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife, also known as the Gold of Life.

"Distinguished guests, the next item is, for any Soul Master, no less valuable than a top-tier Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone."

"Of course, it is not a Soul Tool itself, but an engraving knife used to carve the core arrays of Soul Tools..."

"And it is an engraving knife ranked within the top one hundred."

On the second floor, the expression of that Level 9 Soul Master shifted, and he muttered to himself, "Strange, how could a ranked engraving knife appear in the Star Luo Empire?"

"Could it be... that cursed blade ranked ninety-ninth, Spirit-Devouring!?"

His voice was not loud, but since most of the people present had high cultivation levels, they could naturally hear him.

"The cursed blade Spirit-Devouring?"

As soon as these four words were spoken, murmurs erupted throughout the entire venue.

Ranked engraving knives were the ultimate treasures of the Soul Master world, each one famous and well-documented.

The blonde girl placed her hand on the red cloth without rushing to lift it.

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

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