"100,000 Gold Soul Coins, going once." There was no other way. Qingya could only begin the final three calls.
There was a note of hesitation in her voice, and her eyes involuntarily drifted toward Xu Yanli's private box.
This Prince Xiaoyao of the Sun Moon Empire was certainly generous, but the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife had a terrible reputation. Not one of its thirty-seven previous owners had met a good end. With that number staring them in the face, anyone would think twice.
"100,000 Gold Soul Coins, going twice."
Qingya raised her voice a little, hoping someone would step forward and compete.
But the entire auction hall was silent—not a sound could be heard.
Those who had been coveting the Ranked Carving Knife earlier now all shrank back.
An Evil Soul Master's possession was a cursed, murderous object. Would you bring it home to worship, or wait for it to turn on you?
"100,000 Gold Soul Coins, going thrice. Sold!"
The auctioneer's hammer came down with a sharp crack, and the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife now officially belonged to Xu Yanli.
Qingya wore a professional smile, but her heart was pounding.
Prince Xiaoyao looked young, but his eyes were unnervingly steady—so steady they made her uneasy.
If the carving knife really turned on him and something happened, the Starlight Auction Arena had powerful backing and wouldn't fear being implicated, but she had no desire to invite trouble.
Inside the private box, Lezheng Ling watched the etiquette attendant bring in the pitch-black carving knife in a brocade case. His brow furrowed so deeply it could have crushed a fly.
"Your Highness, this thing..." He swallowed the rest of his words, his hand already moving unconsciously to the hilt of his sword.
The moment the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife was brought in, he sensed a