"One Tier 8 Magic Core, one Earth-tier cultivation technique, and a promise from the Heavenly Snake Mansion."
As the aged voice fell, the Auction House, which had been filled with undercurrents just moments ago, instantly fell silent.
A Tier 8 Magic Core was enough to move even a Dou Zong, while an Earth-tier cultivation technique could serve as the foundation of a faction's legacy for centuries.
As for the Heavenly Snake Mansion's promise...
It could neither be seen nor touched, yet it was more valuable than the first two.
The Heavenly Snake Mansion had dominated the Northwest Continent for many years. Its foundations were far beyond what the factions of the Black-Corner Region could compare to. Obtaining their protection even once was practically equivalent to gaining another life-saving trump card.
The several factions that had originally intended to compete all withdrew.
It was not that they could not offer more, but that they were unwilling to offend the Heavenly Snake Mansion over the Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill.
The auctioneer onstage did not immediately bring down the hammer. Instead, he raised his head toward Han Feng's private room.
According to the rules, Han Feng himself had to decide who would ultimately receive the pill.
Yet Xiao Fan did not look at the Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill.
His fingers lightly tapped against the table as a thoughtful look gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Xiao Fan, a Tier 8 Magic Core..."
Zi Yan gently tugged at his sleeve.
Her eyes sparkled as her gaze remained glued to the Heavenly Snake Mansion's private room, a faint glimmer of drool appearing at the corner of her lips.
"Wipe your drool."
"I'm not drooling."
Zi Yan instinctively wiped the corner of her mouth. Finding nothing there, she immediately realized she had been tricked again.
"Xiao Fan!"