October 16th, Saturday.
The Round-Down Foundation's first auction is being held today.
Meanwhile, Ning Chuan's sixth challenge also took place.
However, the two are not contradictory.
The auction will be held in the evening.
10:00 AM.
Commercial area, open-air plaza.
On the arena, Ning Chuan stood quietly, waiting for the match to begin. His dark eyes were clearer and brighter than they had been in the past few days.
This is a manifestation of a powerful soul.
The 11% repair progress from the Spirit Forging Meditation Method earned him another 100 drops of Spirit-Nourishing Liquid as a reward. After consuming them all, his mental strength increased even further.
Now, Ning Chuan could vaguely sense that the spiritual power in his sea of consciousness was showing signs of materializing.
The atomization of spiritual energy is not far off.
"The match begins!"
With the referee's signal, the battle began.
The process was not intense at all.
It was a complete one-sided crushing defeat by Ning Chuan. In less than a minute, before he could even unleash the newly repaired Seven Sword Forms of Interception and Slaughter, his opponent was already severely injured and suffered a crushing defeat.
Being too powerful isn't always a good thing!
Ning Chuan glanced at the audience and shook his head inwardly.
The audience was scattered, less than 20% of the number who had fought Guan Yun in the previous match.
No one talked about the martial arts he used.
Instead, most of the hot topics were related to the auction of the Falling Star Sword Art.
"For my martial arts to have a good promotional effect, I need worthy opponents. However, with my current strength, among my students, only those on the Future Divine General Ranking can rival me..."
Ning Chuan fell into deep thought.
The daytime passed quickly.
The autumn moon hangs in the sky.
The clear, silvery sunlight bathed the campus.
The ten-star members of the Round-Down Foundation, bathed in moonlight, hurried to the Soaring Dragon Auditorium.
That's the venue for tonight's auction.
The Round-Down Foundation, with its deep pockets, rented the entire auditorium and booked all ten of the Federation's top auction houses to handle the auction.
Inside the auditorium, the ten-star members were led to their seats by the waiters.
Many people wore expressions of shock.
The Round-Down Foundation has issued a notice stating that the auction of the Falling Star Sword Art is not open to the public.
In other words, everyone who can participate is a ten-star member.
At this moment, there were thousands of people in the auditorium!
"The membership fee for a ten-star member is 40 billion. With so many people, Ning Chuan is definitely richer than Heavenly King!"
After some deliberation, someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"40 billion? You must be one of the first members!"
"Um... what does that mean?"
"It's a painful story. These past few days, the membership fee for ten-star members has been increasing several times a day, and it's almost doubled now!"
"The key issue is that prices are rising while benefits are decreasing!"
When the topic of membership fees came up, everyone forgot they were competitors and expressed their feelings with great enthusiasm.
The murmurs and chatter continued, like a tidal wave, surging into a VIP box on the second floor.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Ning Chuan withdrew his gaze and smiled silently.
The money-making ability of Stars Martial Arts is even stronger than he imagined.
Song Shiyu and Shi Feng were also in the room, but they did not sit down. Instead, they stood to Ning Chuan's left, their bodies upright.
Although they would call Ning Chuan by his name directly on ordinary days, they were very clear about the hierarchy between them.
I will not do anything inappropriate, whether in private or in public.
To the right of Ning Chuan stood several elderly men, senior appraisers from ten auction houses.
This auction will most likely involve bartering.
Moreover, the value of the items traded is difficult to measure in monetary terms.
A professional needs to make an on-site estimate.
Mr. Ning.
An appraiser bowed slightly and asked respectfully, "May I ask what specific requirements you have for the items you wish to exchange?"
Ning Chuan glanced at him and said, "Mental martial arts have the highest weight, but you don't need to worry about that; I have my own evaluation criteria."
"As for the rest..."
After a moment's thought, Ning Chuan said, "Prioritize items that will help build up your power."
His combat prowess is now comparable to that of Knight.
It's time to build his personal influence.
For even the most powerful Heavenly King and Divine General, building up their power is an essential step in their rise to power.
It's not about sticking together for warmth.
Rather, it's for better spiritual practice.
No matter how strong you are, you're still just one person. If you encounter too many things at once, you'll inevitably get overwhelmed.
At this moment, Song Shiyu asked, "Do we need to issue a notice to recruit members?"
"Need not."
Ning Chuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head and instructed, "This matter is not urgent. Take it one step at a time. Quality over quantity."
"Clear."
Song Shiyu said in a deep voice.
After thinking for a moment, he asked again, "To build up influence, you first need a name. Have you thought of one yet?"
Ning Chuan asked, "No, what are you two thinking?"
"I have one!" Shi Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "What will the Heavenly King do?"
Song Shiyu glanced at him sideways and said irritably, "Not good at all, in one word, rubbish!"
"A personal force belonging to a powerful individual must, to a certain extent, possess distinctive characteristics, so that one can immediately recognize which powerful individual it belongs to."
Song Shiyu explained.
Shi Feng pursed his lips, but also thought it made sense, and said, "Then you say one."
Song Shiyu tentatively asked, "Chuan Pavilion?"
"It's too soft, not even as good as my Heavenly King!"
Shi Feng rejected the idea.
Afterwards, the two came up with several more names, all of which were rejected by each other.
"That's the name."
Suddenly, Ning Chuan paused in his tapping on the armrest, interrupting the two, and calmly said:
" The Supreme Hall!"