Tang San's expression darkened.
His Silent Sleeve Arrow had only sold for ten thousand.
This thing had sold for nearly fifty thousand?
But that wasn't the end of it!
The auctioneer immediately brought out the second item.
"Cloud Piercing Bow!"
"Special effect: increases critical hit chance by twelve percent and attack speed by fifteen percent!"
Critical hits! Attack speed!
Direct attribute boosts like these were unheard of!
The auction hall erupted again!
This time,
even some of the big shots in the VIP boxes couldn't sit still and joined the bidding.
In the end, the Cloud Piercing Bow sold for sixty thousand Gold Soul Coins!
Tang San could no longer smile.
He folded his arms across his chest.
Forcing himself to stay calm, he scrutinized the ancient-looking Cloud Piercing Bow with a critical eye.
He sneered as if talking to himself.
"It's nothing but a product of ancient craftsmanship."
"Its appearance is crude. How could it compare to the Hidden Weapons of my Tang Sect, forged through countless refinements and crafted to perfection?"
"Besides, these are all for Power Attack System Soul Masters."
"If an elemental Soul Master"
"held one, it would be useless."
"Clearly, these are nothing but inferior products with limitations."
His voice wasn't loud.
But he deliberately sent it out with his Soul Power.
Many people nearby heard him, including several people in the upper-level VIP boxes.
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin frowned slightly.
Gu Rong merely snorted.
He didn't think much of Tang San's remarks.
Still, he didn't find those attributes all that impressive, only novel.
Just as Tang San finished speaking and tried to regain some of his sense of superiority,
the auctioneer cried out in a nearly trembling, supremely excited voice.
"Everyone! Open your eyes wide!"
"Tonight's final miracle, the ultimate auction item—the Book of the Bloodline!"
A thick tome with a dark-gold cover,
engraved with intricate blood-red runes,
was solemnly brought onto the display platform.
"According to our appraisal, this is a book-type Soul Tool."
"It contains an incredible power!"
"Its special effect is:"
"increasing... elemental lifesteal by twelve percent!"
"And it can also slightly increase the Soul Skill damage of elemental Soul Masters!"
Spell vamp! Elemental attack boost!
This time, the auction hall didn't just boil over—it exploded!
Every Soul Master,
especially non-Power Attack System tool Soul Masters,
as well as those with elemental Martial Souls,
had red eyes!
Physical lifesteal might only be useful to a portion of people—
namely, Soul Masters who relied on physical attacks.
But spell vamp and elemental boosts?
They were useful to far too many!
They were practically a dream come true for support, control, and elemental Power Attack System Soul Masters.
The bidding turned fierce from the very start!
The price shot up like a rocket: ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, eighty thousand...
Tang San was utterly stunned.
His arms slowly dropped to his sides.
The forced composure and superiority he'd maintained vanished from his face.
All that remained was an incredulous pallor.
Elemental lifesteal?
This... this completely exceeded his understanding of Soul Tools,
let alone the power system of this world!
His greatest source of confidence—
the knowledge of the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons and the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record—
seemed to have suffered an unprecedented blow at that moment.
In the end,
the Book of the Bloodline
sold for the terrifying price of 105,000 Gold Soul Coins!
That was more than ten times what Tang San's Silent Sleeve Arrow had fetched!
The enormous disparity landed like a resounding slap across Tang San's face.
He felt as if the gazes around him were mocking him, making his cheeks burn.
Just then, a calm voice, amplified slightly through Soul Power,
came from the upper-level VIP boxes.
It rang clearly above the auction hall, where the bidding had just ended and the crowd had yet to settle:
"Hey, masked friend, your Silent Sleeve Arrow doesn't seem... very easy to sell."
It was Ji Feng's voice.
He hadn't named anyone, but everyone knew who he meant.
"Pfft—"
A few stifled chuckles escaped from the auction hall.
Tang San felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head.
His vision darkened, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!
Humiliation!
This was blatant, utter humiliation!
He jerked his head up and glared at the VIP box, his venomous hatred and killing intent almost tangible!
He gritted his teeth.
Mustering every bit of his strength,
he forced a resentful, furious growl from his throat.
He sent it out with Soul Power, too, and it echoed through the auction hall:
"The Tang Sect Hidden Weapons are profound and extensive. They're the strongest in all of Douluo Continent!"
At that moment, the words sounded more like a show of bravado masking fear.
Having said that, he couldn't bear to stay any longer.
He sprang to his feet and ducked his head,
fleeing the auction hall as if running for his life.
Only, just before he reached the entrance,
he looked back one last time,
toward the VIP box where Ji Feng was.
He shot it a bone-chilling glance, brimming with boundless resentment.
Ji Feng stood by the window of the VIP box.
Through the special crystal glass,
he watched Tang San's wretched figure leave.
A cold smile curled his lips.
Humiliating Tang San was only the beginning.
He would earn a fortune, grow stronger,
and forge even more powerful equipment... His road ahead was still long.
And with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a connection,
along with the influence he'd gained by making a sensation at the auction,
many things would become much easier.
Deep in the Star Dou Great Forest, a figure darted through the trees like a ghost.
The whistle of arrows and the mournful cries of Soul Beasts rang out without end.
Ji Feng put away the Hou Yi Martial Soul, and the light of the third Soul Ring beneath his feet faded.
Before him, a thousand-year-old Gale Leopard crashed to the ground.
Its essence flowed into him as pure Soul Power.
"Just a little more." Ji Feng felt the surging Soul Power within him.
The system panel showed clearly:
Soul Power: Level 40 (99999/177000)
He had deliberately stopped at the peak of Soul Elder.
He was only a hair's breadth away from absorbing his fourth Soul Ring and advancing to Soul Ancestor.
But he wasn't in a hurry.
His target was the Soto Great Soul Arena.
There, he would have the best stage as long as he remained below Soul Ancestor.
"Time to head back."
Ji Feng turned, and four dark figures silently followed.
They were four blue-black, winged, dog-shaped Soul Beasts.
Three-Beast Wind Demon Hound.
Juvenile Soul Beasts with wind and fire attributes.
Each had cultivation ranging from nearly a hundred years to a thousand.
They had once been the overlords of this region, moving in packs.
But Ji Feng had used Punishing Shot to defeat their leader one by one,
then intimidated them with the ancient aura contained within his Hou Yi Martial Soul.
In the end, he had successfully tamed them.
"One man and four dogs."
Ji Feng patted the head of the one in front.
It rubbed against his hand affectionately.
"We can still win."
A confident smile curled his lips.
The Soto Great Soul Arena was always packed and noisy.
Ji Feng changed into a brand-new black robe.
He wore a half-mask shaped like a fierce ghost,
revealing only his sharply defined jaw and keen eyes.
"Sign me up for individual and team battles."
He placed a Silver Soul Coin on the counter.
The staff member looked up, startled by his mask.
"Your codename?"
"Ghost."
Ji Feng's voice was low.
He wanted everyone to know.
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