Chapter 37

As days passed, more and more martial artists gathered in Tianyuan City. Besides the Lord of Dacheng City, two more major figures arrived in the past two days: the Head of Blood Hand Sect and the Master of Xuanmo Valley, both of whom were great experts at the innate level, renowned in the surrounding areas.

They all came for the outstanding disciples of their sects, originally to obtain innate pills from the City Lord's residence, but now their target was the innate pills at the Tianyin Auction House.

On the morning of the innate pill auction, Ye Xiwén got up early and headed to the Tianyin Auction House. Compared to when Ye Xiwén had visited a few days ago, the place was now packed with people.

Moreover, the majority were martial artists, all of whom had considerable martial prowess. It was not uncommon for disagreements to escalate into physical altercations, and those causing trouble were directly thrown out by the guards of the Tianyin Auction House, banned from entering.

However, for Ye Xiwén, who possessed the advanced technique "Heavenly Immortal Step," it was not a problem. Like a fish in water, he easily weaved his way into the auction house. As before, after paying the spirit stones, Ye Xiwén received his seat token.

Just as Ye Xiwén entered the corridor, he suddenly noticed a group of people approaching from the VIP passage. Leading them was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a splendid robe, but his aura was somewhat bloody, and from a distance, one could almost smell the blood. His large hands were bright red, almost crimson.

Behind him followed a young man in blood-red clothes, his face pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His eyes, however, flickered with a cold, sinister light, and his hands were also bright red, just like the middle-aged man.

"Everyone, quickly move away! Those are people from the Blood Hand Sect, and it's actually the Sect Head An Yuan leading them personally!"

"Tsk tsk, it looks like the competition for the innate pills will be among them. The one behind An Yuan must be his prized disciple, An Yunpeng. An Yuan came personally this time to buy the innate pill for An Yunpeng!"

"It's him, alright. Look at his red hands; he must have practiced the Blood Hand Technique to a considerable level. It's said that this martial art requires the blood of living people to practice. I wonder how many people he has killed to reach this level!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, do you want to die? They are all unreasonable evil martial artists!"

Whispers spread through the crowd.

"Just now, the Master of Xuanmo Valley passed by. Tsk tsk, he has quite a presence!"

"Indeed, this time it's just these few forces competing for the innate pills!"

Ye Xiwén did not linger and quickly found his seat, closing his eyes to rest and wait for the auction to begin.

The auction house was bustling with noise. After about half an hour, it finally started.

"Welcome everyone to our auction house's auction today!" The auctioneer was the same old man as before. "I know why everyone is here, so I won't waste any more words. Let's start the auction right away!"

Similar to the last time, this white-robed old man wasted no time and started the auction very succinctly.

Compared to the last time, the quality of the items being auctioned this time was significantly higher.

"This precious sword is named Bixue, forged from thousand-year-old cold iron. It is an outstanding work crafted by a master we invited to the auction house. It can cut through iron like butter, with a starting price of two thousand lower-grade spirit stones!" The old man had a platinum tray in front of him, on which a blue sword lay quietly, emitting a faint cold aura that made the surrounding air condense into white mist, clearly indicating it was a divine weapon.

Compared to the items auctioned previously, the quality of this one was significantly higher. However, Ye Xiwén was not very interested, as he used a saber, and there was a significant difference between a saber and a sword. No matter how good the sword was, it was of no use to him.

However, many people were very interested, and the financial power of the martial artists present this time was much stronger than before.

"Two thousand three hundred!"

"Two thousand five hundred!"

"Three thousand!"

...

After two minutes of bidding, the sword was sold for four thousand five hundred lower-grade spirit stones.

The amount of money spent left Ye Xiwén somewhat speechless.

Sure enough, the Tianyin Auction House then brought out some more excellent weapons or rare materials, but none of them caught Ye Xiwén's interest. He had no use for them, so he did not participate in the bidding. Of course, the most important reason was that the prices of the items this time were one after another very high. It wasn't that Ye Xiwén couldn't afford anything, but he hadn't seen anything he felt he absolutely had to buy.

Gradually, even people in the VIP boxes began to bid, and they were undoubtedly more generous than those below.

However, the next item up for auction quickly caught Ye Xiwén's attention.

"The next item we are auctioning is a set of inner armor. This inner armor is crafted by a renowned master, woven from golden cicada silk, making it impervious to blades and bullets. With this inner armor, I believe your personal safety will be greatly enhanced!" the white-robed old man said with a smile.

As he spoke, he lifted the red cloth, revealing a snow-white inner armor lying quietly on it.

"The starting price for this inner armor is four thousand," the white-robed old man said. Defensive items were always more valuable than weapons.

Ordinary divine weapons could never be sold for such a high price, but this was an inner armor, and having an inner armor was like having an extra life.

"Five thousand five hundred!" Ye Xiwén bid first, as he was very eager to get this inner armor. Although he knew it was unlikely to end up in his hands due to his limited financial resources, he still wanted to give it a try.

"Eight thousand!" As soon as Ye Xiwén finished speaking, a somewhat arrogant young voice immediately bid, increasing the price by two thousand five hundred in one go.

Ye Xiwén frowned. Such reckless bidding would only make the Silver Wolf Guild happy. He looked at the white-robed old man in the center of the auction house, and sure enough, the old man's eyes were squinting with delight.

Ye Xiwén recognized the voice; it was the voice of Zhao Qiyuan, the young lord of Dacheng City.

"Nine thousand!" Another person in a VIP box bid, and from the position, it was clearly someone from Xuanmo Valley.

"Ten thousand!" Zhao Qiyuan bid again, his tone filled with smugness.

"Twelve thousand!" The young lord of Xuanmo Valley in the box also bid arrogantly.

"Fifteen thousand!" Zhao Qiyuan bid again, acting as if he didn't care about the money, which finally made the young lord of Xuanmo Valley back down.

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