Auctioning Soul Bones

The person receiving him was a woman with a graceful figure, her every smile and gesture exuding a mature charm.

"Brother, do you have some treasure to sell? You're wrapped up so tightly. Rest assured, our auction house guarantees your absolute safety; no matter what the treasure is, you can auction it with peace of mind."

This was one of the reasons Mu Chen specifically came to the Ming Capital auction house: security.

An auction house of this caliber would strictly guard the information of its consignors and ensure their safety.

However, when out and about, one still cannot easily trust others.

Mu Chen did not remove his cloak; instead, he took the carefully wrapped box from his bosom. Thanks to Old Tang helping him, the aura of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone had not leaked out.

His voice had been altered by soul power, making his original tone unrecognizable.

"I want to auction a soul bone."

Upon hearing the words "soul bone," the woman's smile became even more radiant: "Brother, you have truly come to the right place. In our auction house, we will certainly fetch you a satisfying price!"

She looked at Mu Chen, her eyes smiling as she asked, "May I ask how many years of cultivation this soul bone has?"

"Ten Thousand Year."

Mu Chen uttered only those two words, yet they caused the woman's smile to freeze on her face.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone was already beyond the level she was qualified to handle.

She immediately headed toward the depths of the auction house.

A few minutes later, an old man walked out.

Though his face showed signs of age, his posture was ramrod straight.

"Greetings. I am the supervisor of this auction house, and I will be responsible for your item."

Mu Chen could conclude that this old man was definitely a powerhouse.

Mu Chen could not sense any soul power fluctuations from him at all, yet the man brought a sense of oppression upon him.

There was only one possibility: the man's cultivation was far above his own.

Mu Chen's current soul power was at level 43; the old man before him was, conservatively estimated, at least a Soul Saint.

He nodded, maintaining a calm expression: "Then I will trouble you to take a look, old sir."

Mu Chen pushed the box forward.

The old man took the box and opened it.

The pressure belonging to a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone poured out, yet it had no effect on the old man whatsoever.

This confirmed Mu Chen's suspicion; the old man's strength was indeed unfathomable.

The old man picked up the soul bone, examined it for a moment, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Respected guest, please move to a private box. We will auction your soul bone in tonight's event. May I ask which soul beast this soul bone came from?"

"Deep Sea Flood Dragon."

A Deep Sea Flood Dragon was a sub-dragon type soul beast of excellent quality.

A flash of brilliance crossed the old man's eyes.

"Good! I will certainly fetch you a great price!"

Precious items were qualified to be added to the night's auction list on short notice.

Led by a staff member, Mu Chen went to a private box to rest and wait.

The location of this box was quite good; through the floor-to-ceiling window, he could see the auction stage directly.

Taking advantage of the time before evening, Mu Chen sat cross-legged on the sofa in the box and began to meditate to pass the time.

Cultivation was a very suitable way to kill time, and soon it was evening.

With a "ding," all the lights in the venue were extinguished, plunging the room into a brief darkness.

Mu Chen opened his eyes at this moment, watching the auction stage below with great interest.

The lights came on once more.

Only this time, the lights were focused solely on the auction stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's auction. I am your auctioneer, Bai Ci!"

A beautiful figure dressed in a purple cheongsam appeared on the auction stage, her melodious voice quickly stirring the atmosphere of the venue.

An auction required this kind of ambiance.

Only by igniting the enthusiasm of the guests below could their desire to purchase be increased, allowing the items to be sold at better prices.

Mu Chen watched the stage quietly; if there was anything interesting, he could bid on it.

Although he didn't have much money on him, he could offset the cost using the proceeds from his soul bone.

According to the auction house's conservative estimate, his high-quality Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone could fetch at least 1.5 million Gold Soul Coins.

Therefore, the auction house had given him a credit limit of 1.35 million, allowing him to bid freely.

"Coming up next is the first item of tonight's auction."

Bai Ci clapped her hands, and a maid walked up carrying a wooden tray.

Resting atop the wooden tray was an exquisite box.

Bai Ci picked up the small box and opened it.

A delicate bracelet appeared inside the box.

The first item of an auction is usually quite decent.

"For a Soul Master, a storage Soul Tool is an extremely practical item. A storage Soul Tool with sufficient space can bring a Soul Master a great deal of convenience."

Storage Soul Tools are indeed very practical for Soul Masters, though they are not cheap, and are generally used more by mid-to-high-level Soul Masters.

"This is a storage Soul Tool with a space of twenty cubic meters. The starting price is 350,000 Gold Soul Coin. Each bid increment must be no less than 10,000 Gold Soul Coin. The auction begins!"

The distinguished guests did not have much interest in this item; after all, this was Ming Capital, and buying a storage Soul Tool was not difficult.

Mu Chen happened to need a storage Soul Tool, so he intended to pick up a bargain.

After a round of bidding, the price only reached 450,000 Gold Soul Coin.

Just then, Mu Chen operated the Soul Tool screen inside his private box and entered his bid.

"500,000 Gold Soul Coin! The guest in box number eight bids 500,000 Gold Soul Coin! Are there any more bids?"

The crowd's enthusiasm for the auction was not high to begin with, and Mu Chen raising the price to 500,000 all at once naturally caused them to yield.

"500,000 Gold Soul Coin, going once!!!"

"500,000 Gold Soul Coin, going twice!!!"

"500,000 Gold Soul Coin, going three times!!!"

Finally, the small hammer in Bai Ci's hand fell: "Sold! Let us congratulate the guest in box number eight for winning this storage Soul Tool bracelet!"

500,000—although he didn't exactly pick up a bargain, he didn't lose out either. After all, Mu Chen was a stranger in these parts, and trying to buy one elsewhere would certainly have been a hassle.

After the first item was sold, the second item was brought up.

Mu Chen had no interest in the subsequent items, so he simply closed his eyes to rest and wait for the auction of his Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to circulate his Mysterious Heaven Skill to meditate and cultivate.

Time ticked by second by second, and one item after another was sold.

The auction gradually drew to a close.

"Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is the final item of this auction!"

The scale of this auction was not large, so Mu Chen's Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone had, unsurprisingly, become the finale item.

A tray covered by a red cloth was brought up.

"For a Soul Master, when their soul power has not yet reached a bottleneck, having such an item can increase a Soul Master's soul power and bestow upon them a new soul skill."

Bai Ci's words instantly piqued the interest of the distinguished guests present.

Increasing soul power and bestowing a soul skill—this had practically given away the answer.