At this moment.
In the auction hall, the female auctioneer with a peach-blossom complexion was still tirelessly explaining from the stage. Her voice was clear and her words earnest as she tried to uncover the value of the Spirit-Eating Engraving Knife from every possible angle.
But—
No matter how she guided them or hinted that "the curse was not without a solution," no one in the hall responded.
The bid record on the crystal screen remained completely blank.
The auctioneer's Xiao had begun to stiffen, and her fingers around the display case unconsciously tightened.
She had worked in the industry for many years and had experienced failed auctions before, but having the very first item receive no interest was a considerable blow to both the auction house's prestige and her professional reputation.
"One hundred thousand gold coins... the Spirit-Eating Engraving Knife... Is there truly no distinguished guest willing to bid...?"
Her voice echoed through the hall, carrying a nearly imperceptible trace of anxiety.
The countdown had already begun.
On the Soul Tool Timer floating above the auction stage, rings of golden light steadily shrank, nearly reaching zero.
Once it reached zero, the item would officially fail to sell and be reclaimed by the auction house.
At that final moment.
Feng Qingyang gave a faint Xiao, the curve of his lips calm and composed, as though everything were under his control.
He turned his head and lazily glanced at the quietly standing hostess beside him with his teal phoenix eyes. His voice was low and indifferent, carrying a casual certainty.
"Place a bid for me. One hundred and ten thousand Gold Soul Coins."
The hostess froze.
She looked at Feng Qingyang in puzzlement, a trace of confusion flashing through her autumn-water eyes.
The starting price was clearly one hundred thousand, and