Spirit Devourer Acquired

The blonde girl introduced, "The Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife was born in the Sun Moon Empire, forged by an Evil Soul Master who also practiced the art of Soul Tools. After that Evil Soul Master died, this knife drifted across the continent..."

"It really is that cursed blade that devours its master!" The voice of this Level 9 Soul Master was not quiet; he seemed to be intentionally issuing a warning.

It was a pity. If it were any other ranked engraving knife, he would have spent his entire fortune to secure it and bring it back to the Sun Moon Empire.

But the one that appeared was the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife. Even if the Starlight Auction House gave it to him for free, he wouldn't dare take it.

Hearing this, the blonde girl was not annoyed and began to speak on her own: "The starting bid is 200,000 Gold Soul Coins. Each increment must be no less than 10,000 Gold Soul Coins."

Almost everyone looked at each other, yet no one dared to be the first to call out a bid.

Did they hear that right? This ranked engraving knife actually devours its master? Is it true? If it were true, then whoever bought it would be courting disaster!

A long time passed, and still, no one was willing to speak.

"I bid twenty..."

Just then, the red-haired youth with an aura of evil who had spoken earlier seemed intent on placing a bid.

Before he could finish, a middle-aged man with short hair and a black robe, possessing a gloomy temperament, immediately slapped him across the face, cutting him off.

"Truly, ignorance is fearless. Even I, a dignified Level 9 Soul Master, am wary of it. How dare you, a mere junior, even consider it?"

After receiving the slap, the red-haired youth instantly sobered up and replied respectfully, "It was my greed, Elder."

Seeing this scene, the others quickly withdrew their thoughts. If even a Level 9 Soul Master was terrified, why should they bother joining in the fun?

Better to wait for the next item.

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

She sighed inwardly; this Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife would likely go unsold again.

Naturally, no one would be foolish enough to spend 200,000 Gold Soul Coins on a cursed blade that devours its master.

"I bid 200,000 Gold Soul Coins." Feng Yan's calm voice rang out.

100,000 Gold Soul Coins was the price Dai Zhongxian paid in the original story.

As for why it was 200,000 now? It was highly likely that the Starlight Auction House couldn't sell it and was forced to lower the price.

Regardless, he wasn't short on cash, so a little more didn't matter...

Come to think of it, he had just swindled those black-robed men out of 100,000 Gold Soul Coins. By rounding up, he could consider himself to have only paid 100,000 Gold Soul Coins out of his own pocket.

Someone in the venue recognized him; he was the same person who had just spent one million to buy the Moon Cold Jade.

Now he was going to spend another 200,000 on a cursed blade? Did his money fall from the sky?

"Damn it, Boss, that brat actually used our Gold Soul Coins to buy that ranked Spirit-Devouring..."

Watching Feng Yan hand two gold cards to the attendant, the black-robed men were instantly displeased.

If others didn't know the reputation of the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife, how could they, as members of the Sun Moon Empire's imperial family, not know?

This thing was notorious in the Sun Moon Empire, known as the "Killer Blade"—the kind that specifically killed its owner. Anyone who obtained it never met a good end.

The leader of the black-robed men saw this, his molars nearly grinding to dust: "My Gold Soul Coins! Exchanged for this piece of junk!!!"

"Damn it... when the auction ends, that brat is going to have a rough time..."

Seeing Feng Yan put away the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife, the short-haired, black-robed middle-aged man spoke up.

"Young man, this engraving knife devours its master. Are you not afraid of death?"

The tone was not like an interrogation, but rather like someone questioning a junior.

Now, except for a very few, few people knew that the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife actually had another function: it could transform those with weak wills into Evil Soul Masters.

Although the Sect Master had ordered the Holy Spirit Sect to remain hidden, the sect still needed fresh blood.

Since this person could graduate from Shrek Academy, it meant his talent was certainly not poor...

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

The Sect Master would surely reward him handsomely.

Thinking of this, the black-robed middle-aged man's tone became even more sincere: "Our Holy Spirit Sect, while unable to completely solve the problem of this Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife, can temporarily suppress it. Why not..."

The implication was already very clear...

Young man?

This fellow is so rude!

If we really calculated it, I am old enough to be your ancestor...

Feng Yan didn't say anything more and simply ignored him.

Just an Evil Soul Master, and he wants to act important?

He had long since seen through this man's background.

A Level 91 Titled Douluo, also a Level 9 Soul Master, whose Martial Soul was a very sinister black lightning.

Holy Spirit Sect?

More like Holy Spirit Cult.

Such beastly things aren't even worth the God of Fire taking action himself; better to leave them for Qian Renxue to handle!

Although her soul power is currently only at level 89, it should be enough to kill a few Evil Soul Masters and boost her cultivation.

Speaking of Qian Renxue, Feng Yan felt a bit curious about whether she could truly restore the glory of Martial Soul Hall and eventually ascend to the throne of the Angel God.

She should be able to, right...

Seeing himself being ignored, a trace of anger appeared on the black-robed man's face.

This brat!

He actually dared to treat the face I gave him like a shoe insole.

I am a dignified Titled Douluo; how could I suffer such indignity!

"You little..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Yan merely swept a glance at him, and he immediately collapsed into his seat.

Cold sweat poured down his body, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, and even breathing became difficult.

It was a fear that originated from the depths of his soul, leaving him unable to muster even a shred of hostility.

"Cough... cough cough..."

The middle-aged man in black coughed violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How is this possible!

Who exactly is he?

Could he be an incomparably powerful Limit Douluo?

He himself was a Titled Douluo, and a level nine soul engineer at that!

Yet, even a Limit Douluo might not be able to make him look this pathetic with just a single glance!

This feeling was something he had only ever experienced from the Supreme Sect Master within the cult, who possessed the power of the Rakshasa God...

There were no abnormalities detected in the surroundings.

In the eyes of others, it was merely a Titled Douluo coughing frantically in his seat.

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

Because the main event was about to begin!!!

"Next, is the final auction item of the night."

The golden-haired girl's voice echoed across the auction stage. "It is also the most precious item since the founding of the Starlight Auction House—a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone."

Underground.

"Sect Master, that thing is already on stage... when shall we make our move?" the Holy Blood Douluo whispered.

Upon hearing this, Du Busi suddenly opened his eyes: "Hide your identities well later. Do not use your signature soul skills, and try your best not to expose your martial souls. Our target is that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone."

"Remember... engage, search, and retreat once you've secured it!"

"Understood, Sect Master." Behind Du Busi, the four Titled Douluos nodded in unison.

On the auction floor.

The competition was incredibly fierce, with the price reaching fifty million Gold Soul Coins and still gradually climbing.

Suddenly, a voice rang out:

"Move!"