After a night of fierce bidding, the auction held by the Rare Treasures Pavilion reached noon on its second day.
Yi Yang sat quietly cross-legged on the cushioned couch in his first-floor private box, his eyes half closed. The Wood True Yang Scripture circulated on its own within him, strands of pure true qi flowing like tiny streams, slowly yet steadily nourishing the profound light seed in his qi sea.
On the panel, his proficiency continued to rise at an unhurried pace, 600 points at a time.
Half his attention went to cultivation, while the other half spread out like invisible tendrils. With his divine sense at the illusion-breaking realm, he kept every stir in the auction hall below within his grasp.
After an entire night of battle, the ordinary martial artists with barely any money in their pockets had long since been eliminated.
Those still present were either scions of wealthy families or powerful merchants who traveled far and wide.
The items on the stage had also quietly moved beyond last night's loose pills and ordinary treasure artifacts.
Fragments of secret arts, rare spirit medicines a hundred years old, exquisitely forged treasure artifacts...
Their starting prices routinely began at thirty spirit crystals.
The experts on the Heroes Ranking in the first-floor boxes finally stopped holding back and began raising their bidding paddles frequently.
The atmosphere in the hall was more than a notch livelier than it had been the night before.
Yi Yang opened his eyes and picked up the teacup on the table, calmly watching the bustling scene below. From beginning to end, he had never once considered placing a bid.
He was still waiting for a treasure truly worth spending his spirit crystals on. Throughout the night, the Profound Connection Realm martial artists in the second-floor boxes