Feng Qingyang lay sideways on the sofa, propping his cheek up with one hand. His posture was as languid as could be, utterly free-spirited and unrestrained.
His eyes were lowered, his blue-green phoenix eyes half-lidded. His long, thick lashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyelids, concealing the shifting glimmer within those wicked eyes.
His slender fingers rested against his cheek, tapping lightly against his face now and then. His fingertips were cool, and the rhythm was slow.
He was thinking about something.
What exactly had he come here to buy?
The Spirit-Eating Engraving Knife was something he could take with him.
Setting aside whether Feng Qingyang needed an engraving knife, its raw material alone—
Gold of Life—was worth making a move for.
Gold of Life was an exceedingly rare treasure, something one could only stumble upon by chance across the entire continent. It contained an immense amount of life energy and was a top-tier choice for Soul Masters, whether used to temper the body, nourish Soul Bones, or forge Soul Tools.
Feng Qingyang's Flesh Soul Core had been forged from an entire block of Gold of Life. He knew better than anyone just how precious this material was.
Now that he had a chance to acquire another piece of Gold of Life, even if it had been cursed, he had ways to strip away the curse and retain its essence.
Only...
Besides the Spirit-Eating Engraving Knife, what else was worth taking with me...?
Ordinary ten-thousand-year medicinal herbs? No use for them.
Ice Jade Scorpion Left Arm Bone? The attribute didn't match.
Level-six elemental Soul Tool shells? Too cumbersome.
Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, and the rhythm of his fingers tapping against his cheek unconsciously quickened.
His thoughts churned rapidly as he sifted through the known auction items one by one,