One Man, Four Dogs, Codename: Ghost!

Tang San's expression darkened.

His Silent Sleeve Arrow had only sold for ten thousand.

How could this thing possibly sell for nearly fifty thousand?

But it wasn't over yet!

The auctioneer immediately brought out the second item.

"Cloud Piercing Bow!"

"Special Effect: Increases critical hit rate by 12% and attack speed by 15%!"

Critical hits! Attack speed!

Once again, an unheard-of direct attribute boost!

The auction house erupted once more!

This time, even some of the big shots in the VIP boxes couldn't sit still, joining the bidding war one after another.

In the end, the Cloud Piercing Bow sold for sixty thousand Gold Soul Coin!

Tang San could no longer force a smile.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

Struggling to remain calm, he scrutinized the archaic Cloud Piercing Bow with a critical gaze.

He mocked it as if talking to himself.

"Nothing more than a product of ancient craftsmanship."

"The exterior is crude; how could it compare to the exquisite, thousand-times-tempered hidden weapons of my Tang Sect?"

"Besides, this is only for Power Attack System Soul Masters."

"If it were an elemental attribute Soul Master."

"It would be completely useless in their hands."

"It seems these are just inferior goods with limited utility."

His voice was not loud.

But with the deliberate transmission of soul power.

Many people nearby heard him, including several in the upper boxes.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin frowned slightly.

Gu Rong let out a huff.

He was unimpressed by Tang San's remarks.

However, he didn't find those attributes particularly astonishing either, merely novel.

Just as Tang San's voice trailed off, attempting to regain a sense of superiority.

The auctioneer shouted in a voice that was nearly trembling and at its highest pitch.

"Everyone! Open your eyes wide!"

"The final miracle of the night, the ultimate auction item—Book of the Bloodline!"

A heavy tome with a dark gold cover.

Engraved with complex blood-colored runes.

Was solemnly brought onto the display stand.

"According to appraisal, this book-type Soul Tool."

"Contains incredible power!"

"Its special effects are:"

"Increases... elemental life steal by 12%!"

"Furthermore, it can slightly increase the soul skill damage of elemental-type Soul Masters!"

Spell vamp! Elemental attack boost!

This time, the auction house didn't just boil over; it exploded!

Every Soul Master.

Especially those among the Tool Soul Masters who were not of the Power Attack System.

And those Soul Masters possessing elemental attribute martial souls.

Their eyes turned bloodshot!

Physical life steal might be limited to a certain group.

Namely, only those Soul Masters who relied on physical attacks.

But spell vamp and elemental buffs.

This applicability is far too broad!

It is simply the perfect match for support-type, control-type, and elemental assault-type soul masters.

The bidding entered a white-hot state right from the start!

The price shot up like a rocket: ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, eighty thousand...

Tang San was completely stunned.

His arms, which he had been holding, dropped down unconsciously.

The forced composure and sense of superiority on his face vanished without a trace.

All that remained was an expression of pale disbelief.

Elemental life drain?

This... this completely exceeded his understanding of Soul Tool and even the power system of this Douluo Continent!

His greatest reliance, the knowledge of Tang Sect hidden weapons and Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, seemed to suffer an unprecedented impact at this moment.

In the end, the [Book of the Bloodline] was sold for a terrifying sky-high price of one hundred and five thousand Gold Soul Coin!

This price was more than ten times that of Tang San's Silent Sleeve Arrow!

The massive disparity was like a resounding slap, fiercely striking Tang San across the face.

He felt the surrounding gazes seemed to carry mockery, stinging his cheeks with a burning pain.

Just then, a calm voice, slightly amplified by soul power, drifted down from the upper VIP box.

It rang out clearly over the auction house, which had not yet fully calmed down after the bidding just ended:

"This masked friend, your Silent Sleeve Arrow doesn't seem to be... selling very well."

It was the voice of Ji Feng.

He did not name anyone, but everyone knew who he was talking about.

"Pfft—"

A few irrepressible snickers erupted in the auction house.

Tang San felt a surge of hot blood rush straight to his head.

His vision blurred, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!

Humiliation!

This was naked, extreme humiliation!

He jerked his head up, staring fixedly at that VIP box, the malice and killing intent in his eyes nearly solidifying!

He gritted his teeth hard.

Exerting all his strength, he managed to squeeze out a low growl filled with unwillingness and resentment from his throat.

He also used his soul power to project it, echoing through the auction house:

"Tang Sect hidden weapons are profound and vast; they are the strongest in the entire Douluo Continent!"

At this moment, however, the statement sounded full of bluster.

After saying this, he could no longer bear to stay.

As if fleeing, he stood up abruptly, kept his head low, and under the gaze of countless eyes, he practically charged out of the auction house.

Just before leaving the main entrance, he turned back one last time.

Toward the direction of the box where Ji Feng was, he cast a cold, bone-chilling glance filled with endless resentment.

Ji Feng stood in front of the window of the box, looking through the special crystal glass.

Watching Tang San's disheveled figure retreat.

A cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

Slapping Tang San's face was only the beginning.

Earning massive funds, increasing his strength.

Forging stronger equipment... his road was still long.

And with the connection to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Along with the latent influence brought by his stunning performance at the auction just now.

Many things would become much more convenient.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, a figure shuttled through like a ghost.

The sound of arrows piercing the air intertwined incessantly with the mournful cries of soul beasts.

Ji Feng retracted his Hou Yi Martial Soul, the light of the third soul ring beneath his feet gradually fading.

Before him, a Gale Leopard with a thousand years of cultivation collapsed with a thunderous crash.

It transformed into pure soul power that surged into his body.

"Just a little more." Ji Feng felt the surging soul power within him.

The system panel displayed clearly:

Soul Power: Level 40 (99999/177000)

He had deliberately stalled at the peak of the Soul Elder stage.

He was only a hair's breadth away from absorbing a fourth soul ring and advancing to a Soul Ancestor.

But he was not in a rush.

Because his target was the Soto Great Soul Arena.

There, below the Soul Ancestor level was his best stage.

"Time to go back."

Ji Feng turned around, and four black shadows followed silently.

They were four dog-like soul beasts with cyan-black bodies and wings on their backs.

[Three-Beast Wind Demon Hound]

A juvenile form of a wind and fire attribute soul beast.

Each one possessed cultivation ranging from nearly a hundred to a thousand years.

They were once the overlords of this region, moving in packs.

Yet, Ji Feng had used "Punishing Shot" to defeat their leaders one by one.

Then, he used the ancient aura contained within the Hou Yi Martial Soul to intimidate them.

In the end, he successfully tamed them.

"One man leading four dogs."

Ji Feng patted the head of the one in the lead.

It rubbed affectionately against his hand.

"I can still win just the same."

A confident arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

The Soto Great Soul Arena was always bustling with noise.

Ji Feng had changed into a brand-new black robe.

He wore a hideous ghost mask covering half his face.

Only his well-defined jawline and those sharp eyes were exposed.

"Registration, individual match, team match."

He placed a Silver Soul Coin on the counter.

The staff member looked up, startled by the mask.

"Codename?"

"Ghost."

Ji Feng's voice was low.

He wanted everyone to know.