Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron

When A Wu pushed Ye Rou in her wheelchair to the entrance of Yang's Treasure Appraisal Pavilion, he discovered that Yang Fan had, for the first time ever, taken the initiative to open for business.

A Wu stepped inside only to realize that a distinguished guest had arrived.

"Hmph, I'm done playing, I'm done! You and Sister Ye Rou know I'm a beginner, yet you won't even let me win!"

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin, though her eyes couldn't help but dart toward the entrance of the appraisal pavilion.

"We've been playing cards for ages and haven't seen a single customer. It looks like you, the Pavilion Master, have nothing to do today, so why not come out and play with me?"

"Today is the opening day of the Heaven Dou Royal Auction House. I heard there are quite a few good things this time. With me around, I can definitely help you find a suitable gift for Brother Qinghe."

At the mention of the "Auction House," a sharp glint flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was wealthier than the entire world; what kind of rare treasures had they not seen? If it could catch her attention, it seemed there might be some unexpected items this time.

Yang Fan smiled, stepped forward, and extended his hand.

"Since the young miss of the Ning family has spoken, shall we set off then?"

"This young miss will broaden your horizons!"

Ning Rongrong reached out quite naturally, grabbed Yang Fan's sleeve, and pulled him toward the door.

The two walked side by side along the bustling streets of Heaven Dou City, the afternoon sun casting light upon the polished bluestone pavement.

Ning Rongrong wore a white flowing-cloud dress, her delicate soft-soled boots making no sound as they touched the ground. Yang Fan was dressed in a crisp, black martial outfit, his figure tall and straight.

Walking together, the man handsome and composed, the woman dainty and spirited, they became an eye-catching sight on the street.

The two bodyguards followed vaguely behind them, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far, leaving the pair space to themselves while remaining ready to intervene should danger arise.

Before long, a magnificent circular building came into view.

The Heaven Dou Royal Auction House was imposing, its hundred-meter-high dome shimmering in the sunlight, showcasing the deep foundations of the royal family and the major merchant guilds.

"Oh, isn't this Pavilion Master Yang and Miss Ning? What brings you to our humble establishment today?"

As soon as they reached the entrance, a middle-aged steward wearing a tuxedo with a gold badge pinned to his chest hurried over, his attitude respectful to the extreme.

"Steward Wang is too kind. Take us to the VIP box on the top floor."

Yang Fan nodded with a smile and handed over a purple-gold token engraved with the pattern of a swan spirit.

"Understood! Distinguished guests, please, this way upstairs!"

Passing through the luxurious and spacious lobby, the four were led by an attendant to the top-floor box, which offered the best view.

The box was carpeted with soft red rugs, and the rosewood tables and chairs emitted a faint, elegant fragrance. Through the massive one-way transparent glass window, one could clearly overlook the circular auction hall below.

At this moment, there was still the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before the auction officially began.

The two guards stood watch quietly at the door.

Ning Rongrong sank into the sofa like a lazy kitten before turning her head to look at Yang Fan, her eyes sparkling with cunning light: "We tied last time, how about we compete again?"

Yang Fan walked over to the sofa opposite her and sat down, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"Alright, then how about we compete to see who can bid on the item of higher value?"

Ning Rongrong raised an eyebrow: "So confident? My father specifically instructed me to secure the ten-thousand-year spirit bone, the grand finale of this auction. If you can bid on something of higher value than that, I will admit defeat."

"No wonder you were assigned two bodyguards with such high cultivation."

Yang Fan lowered his voice, his gaze falling on the two guards at the door.

Although he couldn't be certain of their exact cultivation, the faint pressure they exuded suggested they were likely no weaker than a Spirit Emperor. In Heaven Dou City, such cultivation was generally enough to support a small or medium-sized academy.

"Furthermore, ever since we entered, someone has been probing the surroundings with spiritual power. Just while we were coming upstairs, at least two boxes had eyes lingering on us."

Yang Fan said this while looking at the two boxes diagonally opposite them, one covered by thick curtains and the other bearing the emblem of Spirit Hall.

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's expression turned slightly solemn.

Reminded by Yang Fan, she also sensed the subtle, lingering tension in the air.

"It seems we aren't the only ones from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect eyeing the good stuff today."

Ning Rongrong chuckled, the playfulness in her eyes fading, replaced by the confidence and pride of the Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

"Regardless of who they are, as long as they are in this Heaven Dou Auction House, they must follow the rules. If they really dare to harbor ulterior motives, our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is not to be trifled with."

As she spoke, the lights in the center of the hall suddenly dimmed, leaving only a brilliant beam of light shining onto the central auction stage.

Accompanied by a crisp chime, a female auctioneer wearing a purple cheongsam with a graceful figure walked onto the stage.

"Respected guests, welcome to the Heaven Dou Royal Auction House. I am your auctioneer for tonight, Yanran. Without further ado, let us get straight to the point."

As Yanran's clear and pleasant voice rang out, the first item was brought onto the stage.

The red cloth was lifted, revealing a pitch-black iron block covered in strange cloud patterns, resting silently on the tray.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please look. This is no ordinary iron, but Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron from the Far North. Its hardness far exceeds that of common refined steel. If forged into armor by a Grandmaster, it could easily withstand a full-force strike from even a Spirit Emperor.

Starting bid: ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, with each increment no less than one thousand Gold Soul Coins. Now, the bidding begins!"

As soon as she finished speaking, shouts of bids began to rise one after another throughout the hall.

Yang Fan's gaze did not linger on the meteorite iron; instead, he rubbed his chin in thought.

He turned to look at Ning Rongrong and asked in a low voice, "Young Miss, does your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect want this piece of meteorite iron?"

Ning Rongrong glanced at the black iron and shook her head indifferently, "What's the point of wanting such a crude piece? I came here today for a ten-thousand-year spirit bone."

She really doesn't know quality when she sees it. If this Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron appeared in the era of the Legend of the Dragon King, even a Divine Craftsman might personally step in to claim it.

Using this Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron as a foundation, regardless of what type of metal is fused with it for a blood sacrifice, there is a high probability of obtaining a top-tier forging hammer special effect.

For a blacksmith, this absolutely holds an attraction comparable to a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone!

"Thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Yang Fan increased the bid by twenty thousand directly. It was obvious to anyone that he was determined to obtain this Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron.

A gasp rippled through the crowd below, followed by a chorus of discussions, but in the end, no one chose to outbid him.

Clearly, the crowd found this price rather daunting.

Yang Fan was not surprised and smoothly tucked the Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron into his possession.

Thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins was not a small sum; even Lou Gao, the strongest blacksmith of this era, might not be willing to spend so much to buy it.

His skill level would only be that of a fourth-rank forging master in the era of the Legend of the Dragon King, and it was only by using a sacrificial method at the very end that he managed to break through to a fifth-rank blacksmith.

If that was the case for Lou Gao, how could these nobles or spirit masters possibly know the true value of this Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron?

Buying it back would only result in using hundred-refinement or thousand-refinement methods to simply forge some armor or weapons; spending so many Gold Soul Coins for a gimmick was clearly not worth it.

They were probably whispering behind his back that even he, the Pavilion Master of the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion, could have a lapse in judgment.

Rising to fame too quickly always comes with a bit of frost.

Wasn't Ning Rongrong also trying to test his abilities when she first got to know him? But if Ning Fengzhi were to make a move, they would likely truly believe that this broken piece of iron held some secrets.