Starlight Auction House, Traces of the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife

Guided by Mu En, the two traveled by air for an entire day before finally touching down five miles outside Star Luo City.

The no-fly zones between nations were established rules, and no one cared to invite trouble over such matters.

Landing honestly and smoothing out their robes, the grandfather and grandson duo began walking toward Star Luo City.

Ten thousand years had passed; the seas had turned into mulberry fields.

The Star Luo Empire, once ruled by the White Tiger Family, had long since changed masters.

The glory of the White Tiger clan had become a thing of the past.

At the gates of Star Luo City.

Mu En tossed two silver coins over. The guard at the gate took them, glanced at the attire and bearing of the grandfather and grandson, and without a word, stepped aside to clear the path.

Mu Tianyi did not deliberately restrain his aura.

It wasn't out of arrogance, but rather that with a level 99 Demon King Guard by his side, there was no need to keep a low profile.

The two found an inn near the city center to settle in, tidied up briefly, and headed out to wander through Star Luo City.

Mu Tianyi wanted the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife, and according to the records in the original work, this item seemed to have consistently failed to sell at auctions.

Mu Tianyi's focus was on finding out the time of the next auction at the Starlight Auction House.

Star Luo City was massive, even a size larger than Shrek City.

However, although the city was larger than Shrek, the base number of Soul Masters residing within it was far inferior to Shrek.

Gathering information was not difficult.

Mu Tianyi found a teahouse by the street and sat down; within the time it took to drink half a pot of tea, he had pried the information out of the waiter.

The next auction at the Starlight Auction House was happening this very evening.

As the saying goes, it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

That night.

The bright mirror hung high in the sky.

The Starlight Auction House was situated on the central axis of Star Luo City, occupying a vast area.

Mu Tianyi stood among the crowd, following the bustling stream of people as they moved inside.

Two rows of guards in black stood at the entrance, all of them at the Soul Grand Master level, the Soul Tools at their waists gleaming coldly under the light.

Mu Tianyi and Mu En were arranged in a corner seat.

The hall gradually filled with people.

Mu Tianyi swept his gaze across the room; there were all sorts of people from every walk of life.

He withdrew his gaze, leaned back against the chair, and calculated whether he might run into that carving knife at this auction.

The lights on the stage brightened.

A slender figure walked out from the side curtain, stepping with a measured pace until she stood in the center of the auction stage.

The young woman looked to be seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a long black gown with delicate features and a natural air of nobility between her brows.

She stood on the stage, her gaze sweeping over the audience unhurriedly, a perfectly measured smile hanging on her lips. Only when the noise in the hall had gradually died down did she begin to speak.

"Welcome, honored guests, to the Starlight Auction House."

Her voice was not loud, yet everyone in the hall heard it clearly.

Mu Tianyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

The transmission of her voice was not through an amplification Soul Tool, but through soul power.

The cultivation of the young woman before him did not seem low; she was at least at the Soul Ancestor level.

To have a Soul Ancestor serve as the auctioneer—the Starlight Auction House truly had the backing of the imperial family and a certain depth of foundation.

"I am the host for this auction, Xiao Qing." The young woman bowed slightly, the hem of her silver dress sweeping gently across the floor. "There are seventeen lots today, each one a masterpiece. I believe you will not be disappointed."

Mu Tianyi leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his thigh.

He did not care what the other sixteen items were; he only hoped that the one item he cared about was actually here.

"Let us welcome the first lot—"

As Xiao Qing's voice fell, a tall woman walked out from the side curtain.

She wore a high-slit cheongsam, the slit reaching almost to the base of her thigh; with every step, her fair leg appeared and disappeared between the folds of the silk.

She pushed a small cart covered in red velvet, walking gracefully to the center of the stage with a perfectly poised smile.

The red silk cloth covered the lot, obscuring the contours beneath completely, leaving only a curve that invited speculation.

Xiao Qing walked to the cart in her high heels, her slender fingers resting on the edge of the red silk, though she did not rush to lift it.

She turned slightly to the side; the neckline of her silver dress was already low, but with this turn, the light hitting her from the side outlined the shadow of the curve beneath her collarbone with striking clarity.

She tilted her head to glance at the male guests below, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly as she deliberately delayed for two beats before speaking.

"Four thousand years ago, the Sun Moon Continent collided with the Douluo Continent, and from then on, Soul Tool technology blossomed across the continent."

"Four thousand years have passed, and Soul Tool technology has integrated into everyone's life."

"For a Soul Master, a good Soul Tool is not only an extension of combat power but also a trump card to save one's life at a critical moment."

She paused, hooked her finger into the corner of the red silk, and slowly lifted it.

The red silk slid down inch by inch, revealing the true appearance of the item underneath:

A short blade, silver-white from hilt to tip, no longer than an adult's forearm. Its lines were sleek and sharp, the surface engraved with dense Soul Tool array patterns that shimmered with a cold, piercing luster under the lights.

"Today's first auction item comes from the Sun Moon Empire." Xiao Qing completely pulled away the red silk, held the short blade up with both hands, and turned slightly, as if presenting a work of art to the entire hall.

As she turned, she deliberately slowed her pace, letting her skirt hem lift slightly to reveal a glimpse of fair calf and the thin red string tied around her ankle.

"This is a Level 7 melee Soul Tool, the Silver Wing Wind-Breaking Blade."

"The blade is crafted primarily from the wing bone of a ten-thousand-year Silver Wing Wyvern, supplemented with Dark Iron Refined Gold. It was hand-forged by a Level 7 Soul Tool Master from Mingde Hall over the course of three years. It cuts through iron like mud, and once infused with soul power, it can unleash a blade aura that extends its lethal radius to three feet."

She placed the short blade back onto the cart, rested her hands on the edge, and leaned forward slightly.

This movement caused the neckline of her silver dress to dip a little lower, and the gazes from the audience converged instantly, though clearly not on the blade in her hands.

"The starting bid is 120,000 Gold Soul Coin." Xiao Qing straightened up, her fingertips brushing lightly across her collarbone in what seemed like an unconscious gesture. "Each increment must be no less than 10,000. Now..."

She drew out the final syllable, her eyes shimmering with allure.

"Begin."

The moment her voice fell, several bidding paddles were raised from the floor.

The price started at 120,000 and leaped by thirty or fifty thousand at a time without a hint of hesitation.

A Level 7 melee Soul Tool produced by the Sun Moon Empire was rarely circulated on the market; its very appearance at an auction was a rarity in itself.

"180,000!"

"210,000!"

"250,000!"

The price soared, quickly breaking through the 300,000 mark.

Xiao Qing stood on the stage, a perfectly measured smile remaining on her lips.

In the intervals between announcing the bids, she would unconsciously tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear or tilt her head slightly to expose her slender neck.

Every small gesture was perfectly calculated to keep the appetites of the male guests in the audience whetted.

In the end, the price settled at 380,000 Gold Soul Coin.

"380,000, going once, going twice, third time—sold."

Xiao Qing struck the auction gavel and bowed slightly toward the direction of the winning bid. "Congratulations to this distinguished guest; the Silver Wing Wind-Breaking Blade is yours."

Mu Tianyi sat in the corner, having not raised his paddle a single time from start to finish.

The very first item was a Level 7 Soul Tool from Mingde Hall.

Mu Tianyi felt a flicker of curiosity; he wondered what else would be coming up next.