You Dare Steal What I, Titan, Desire? A Threat to Tiandou Auction House!

"A divine artifact?"

Qian Renxue stood up abruptly.

"Teacher—are you telling the truth?"

The precious sword she possessed had been forged by a master blacksmith of the previous generation, its quality already at the absolute pinnacle of the continent.

Yet, compared to a divine artifact, it was simply incomparable.

The only divine artifact she knew of was the Angel God Sword passed down through the Qian family.

It had always been enshrined in the deepest part of the Consecration Hall, and she had never even seen it!

Anything that touched upon the word "God" was absolutely no ordinary object.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

Ling Xiao rolled his eyes and said.

You have, how could you not?

Before, you said you would restore my cultivation, but then you went back on your word.

You even lied and said you were a gentleman who wouldn't peek...

Of course, Qian Renxue only dared to think these words in her heart; she didn't dare say them out loud.

At this moment, the auction price had already reached fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins!

However, the bidding increments were not large, and the number of competitors was dwindling.

The host's expression was slightly awkward; the price wasn't even a tenth of the original cost...

"One hundred thousand!"

Just then, a bid from a private room on the second floor made his spirits soar.

"One hundred thousand! One hundred thousand! The mysterious guest on the second floor has bid one hundred thousand!"

"Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, esteemed guests, you must not miss it," he shouted until his voice grew hoarse.

But there was no response from the floor below; instead, a low, mocking laughter broke out.

"Heh, which big fool is spending so much money on a broken rock? Do they have too much money to burn?"

The hall was filled with whispers and mockery.

In the eyes of the vast majority of soul masters, this stone was truly useless.

Tool soul masters wished they could pour all their energy into polishing their own martial souls; they had no spare time to ponder external objects.

Beast soul masters were even more convinced that their own physical strength was the foundation, and very few would ever touch any weapons!

"One hundred and twenty thousand!"

Before the smiles on everyone's faces could fade, a rough, booming voice called out a bid from another private room on the second floor.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

The two private rooms, A-2 and C-1 on the second floor, were actually locking horns across the air!

Everyone in the hall looked up in unison, gasping in shock.

"Wow—what on earth is going on? Could that rock really have something special about it?"

Discussions erupted everywhere.

Yet, no matter how they looked, they couldn't see anything remarkable about that broken rock.

Their own money didn't fall from the sky, so they couldn't afford to squander it like that.

Inside one of the second-floor private rooms.

"Who is this? How dare they cross my father like this?"

Tainuo, whose sturdy frame resembled an iron tower, had a face so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.

"Could it be a shill hired by the auction house?"

Titan, the patriarch of the Strength Clan, sat before him, his rugged old face equally clouded with gloom.

This piece of Star Gold had once appeared at the Blacksmith Association years ago.

Back then, he had been certain that this piece of Star Gold could be used to forge a peerless divine artifact, allowing him to become famous across the continent!

And in the process, propel the blacksmithing profession and his clan to the very peak.

Back then, he lacked the status and standing to secure it, nor did he have the confidence to forge such a supreme treasure.

Now that his strength was sufficient, and he had obtained the simplified version of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer from the Clear Sky Sect, he was finally confident he could fulfill his dream from years ago, yet that piece of Star Gold had long since vanished without a trace.

Having finally tracked it down to this auction, he never expected a meddler to appear out of nowhere.

Suppressing his rage, he gloomily called out a price that made his heart ache.

"Four hundred thousand!"

The price jumped by one hundred and fifty thousand in an instant. A collective gasp echoed through the main hall.

Countless gazes turned in unison toward Room C-1, waiting to see how the other party would respond.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

Unsurprisingly, the other party followed up at a leisurely pace, also raising the bid by one hundred and fifty thousand.

This seemingly provocative bid

caused Titan to slam his hand down, shattering the marble armrest as he stood up abruptly.

"What ignorant brat dares to cross me? You dare snatch something that I, Titan, have set my eyes on?"

The terrifying aura of a Spirit Douluo swept across the entire venue.

His overbearing spirit power surged across half the auction hall, heading straight for the private room opposite, intending to tear away the screen to see exactly which sacred figure was sitting inside.

The screen was peeled back at one corner, revealing a blurred silhouette.

But before Titan could clearly see who was sitting inside, two angry shouts exploded simultaneously from different directions!

"Presumptuous! Titan, you have gone too far!"

An elderly man with a long beard leaning on a cane and a middle-aged man with eyes swollen like walnuts appeared in the auction hall one after the other.

Although their aura was not as ferocious as Titan's, the moment they stood there, their presence forcefully pushed Titan's spirit pressure back.

"This is the Tiandou Auction House, not a place for your Strength Clan to run wild!"

"You know I have been searching for this stone. Only I, Titan, can forge it!

In anyone else's hands, it is nothing but scrap metal!"

Titan's beard and hair stood on end.

"Few people bid before I did, but the moment I made my move, someone maliciously drove up the price.

It is hard not to suspect that you are manipulating this from the shadows!"

"Our Tiandou Auction House values reputation above all else. We would never destroy our own name with such base tactics. Do not spout slander!"

The long-bearded elder's beard trembled with rage; he slammed his cane heavily against the floor and pointed at Titan, rebuking him.

"Hmph, that remains to be seen!"

Tainuo chimed in from the side, "Unless you let us see exactly what kind of sacred figure is sitting in there!"

"I don't believe anyone other than my father is capable of forging this stone!"

With the two of them acting so arrogantly, the middle-aged man with large eyes could no longer hold back, his expression turning grim as he said:

"Titan, do you truly intend to set yourself against the Tiandou Auction House?"

"When your Strength Clan moved to Heaven Dou City years ago, our Tiandou Auction House played a part in helping you!"

Titan stared at the two of them, his own expression equally grim.

He heard the threat behind their words.

They could help them enter Heaven Dou City back then, and they could make them roll out now.

He did not hold these two Spirit Douluos, or even the Tiandou Auction House itself, in high regard.

But he had to weigh the complex, deep-rooted network of relationships behind the Tiandou Auction House.

He could choose not to consider himself, but he could not ignore the livelihoods of his entire clan.

"Fine. For the sake of our past friendship, I will not pursue this further."

"But don't think for a second that I will give up!"

"I want to see how that brat intends to outbid me, Titan!"

Titan let out a cold snort and strode back into his room.

The oppressive force that had blanketed the hall finally dissipated.

The crowd in the hall collectively let out a long sigh of relief, as if they had just survived a catastrophe.

They had the urge to slip away and make a run for it, but they were terrified that rising abruptly might catch the eye of some great Buddha again, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and remain in their seats, even though it felt as uncomfortable as if they were sitting on needles.

"The auction continues!"

The long-bearded old man also breathed a sigh of relief and commanded the host, though he did not leave himself, standing to one side of the hall while leaning on his cane.

The middle-aged man with the swollen eyelids also retreated into the shadows without a sound.