Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 680 This is the true means of turning one's hand to make clouds or rain!

Yuncang City.

Wangjiang Pavilion.

The once magnificent and elegant pavilions have now been transformed into a noisy and bustling furnace.

The hall was packed with wealthy merchants in splendid attire, from the five kingdoms and three regions of Yongtian Continent, and even a few prominent merchants who were clearly surrounded by celestial aura.

The air was thick with the frenzy of money and the gasps of greed.

All eyes were fixed on the list of treasures of the East China Sea that was scrolling on the light screen on the high platform in the pavilion.

"The entire main armor of the Vajra Realm Xuanjia Turtle, starting price 800,000 taels of gold!" The auctioneer's voice had barely fallen when it was almost drowned out by the erupting bidding frenzy.

"one million!"

"1.2 million!"

"Two million! My Canal Transport Chamber of Commerce will take it!"

"Two million five hundred thousand! Yang Tianzhou's 'Hundred Refinements Pavilion' has made a bid!"

The focus quickly fell on a rare treasure—

It comes from the core fragment of the Soul-Devouring Jellyfish King, who was killed by Qingyang Marquis with a single strike.

Although this object is only a fist-sized, crystal-clear, gelatinous substance containing endless dark blue light, it exudes a powerful fluctuation that makes one's soul tremble.

This is a rare treasure for refining top-tier divine soul artifacts, and even for assisting in breaking through the bottleneck of the Grandmaster realm's divine soul!
"This is the essence obtained from slaying a Grandmaster Level 2 demon! A fragment of the Jellyfish King's essence, starting price—three million taels of gold!" The master of ceremonies' voice was filled with excitement.

Before the words were even finished, the bidding erupted like a volcano.

"Three and a half million!"

"Four million eight hundred thousand!" The representative of Yangtianzhou's "Wanbaolou" had bloodshot eyes and immediately raised the price by one million.

"Five million!" The local tycoon of Yuncang City, the leader of the "Sanhe Gang," almost jumped up, his voice hoarse from shouting.

"Five million five hundred thousand!" The elder of the "Gathering Gold Gate" in the Yongtianzhou Imperial City stood up with his hair and beard bristling, exuding a fierce aura.

"Six million! Any more?" The Wanbaolou representative gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his face.

"Six million eight hundred thousand!" The elder of Jujinmen slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups jump. "This item must be put into the Jujinmen treasury! No one can take it!"

"Seven million!!" the leader of the Sanhe Gang roared, sweat beading on his forehead. "I'll sell everything I own to get it! It's the gift I'm counting on for my master's birthday!"

"Seven million five hundred thousand!" The Wanbaolou representative's eyes were practically bleeding. "The immortal path in Yangtianzhou is flourishing, and this item can only reach its full value in the hands of Wanbaolou! Please, everyone, do us a favor!"

"Bullshit! Eight million!" The elder of Jujinmen grabbed the representative of Wanbaolou by the collar, spitting as he spoke. "How could you possibly imagine the wealth of Jujinmen? I'll bury you in money today!"

In a high pavilion in a corner of the hall, Wu Daoling, the sect leader of the Nine Yang Sword Sect, stood by the railing, with several core elders standing behind him.

They did not participate in the bidding; they simply watched quietly as the golden rain poured down on them in a frenzied spectacle.

Watching the Soul-Devouring Essence ultimately sold for an astonishing 8.8 million taels of gold to a mysterious representative of a reclusive sect in Yangtian Continent, an elder of the Nine Yang Sword Sect gasped, "Sect Master, this is only a part of the Jellyfish King's remains!"

"Zhang, Lord Hou's gains on this trip to Seven Star Reef are truly astonishing!"

"This one item alone is worth almost half a year's harvest for my sect, isn't it?"

The black-robed elder standing to the side also exclaimed, "It's more than just a harvest! It's common for us sword cultivators to slay demons and monsters, but who can be like Marquis Qingyang, not only slaying a world-shaking demon, but also maximizing its value and turning it into mountains of gold and silver?"

"This is truly the ability to turn the world upside down with a flick of the wrist! I'm impressed, I'm truly impressed!" Another elder in charge of sect resources watched enviously as another batch of Bone-Eating Fish King Iron Bones were auctioned off at several times the market price. He shook his head and said, "The sect leader promised to lend 100,000 elite disciples in exchange for 100 million taels of gold. Now it seems that Lord Marquis made a very worthwhile deal."

"The proceeds from this auction alone will likely far exceed this amount!"

"Not to mention the many disciples he has trained... Sigh, this enormous wealth is making my heart burn with envy."

Wu Daoling gazed intently at the distant, surging Yuncang River, as if he could see the figure cutting through the waves of the East China Sea.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an indescribable complexity: "It's more than just worth it. Marquis Qingyang, Zhang Yuan, has a strategy that is far more profound and a vision that is far beyond our imagination."

"He uses disciples to train troops, hunts demons to train troops, trades to show off his power, and sends people back to their home countries to win hearts and minds. Even this seemingly money-making auction... is actually training troops for the eastern border of the Great Qin and raising the vast amount of war supplies!"

“Every step is taken with integrity, every step is interconnected, and every step is based on careful planning.”

"Such methods are beyond human capability, almost like divine intervention. Rather than envying this wealth, we should marvel at the means by which this person controls the winds and clouds and strategizes."

The people behind Wu Daoling nodded solemnly.

Although the Nine Yang Sword Sect occupies Yun Cang City and Yinma Plain, it is, after all, a martial arts sect.

In terms of planning and overall perspective, they were no match for the officials in the Qin court.

Marquis Qingyang Zhang Yuan's vision and methods were beyond their comprehension.

Just then, an even bigger commotion and urgent discussions suddenly arose in the auction hall below.

Many people craned their necks to look towards the downstream direction of the Canglan River.

"Look! What's that shadow in the fog?" someone exclaimed.

"It's a tortoise! ​​A huge black tortoise! ​​Its shell is as big as a small island!"

"It's a fleet! My God, so many big ships! Look at those flags... the Nine Rivers Alliance! The Nine Rivers Alliance's fleet has arrived!"

"Oh no! With the arrival of the behemoth, the Nine Rivers Alliance, all those Vajra Tortoise Shells, Xuanjiao Spirit Flesh, and other treasures we've been holding onto are going to be snatched up by them!"

"No way! I need to buy this batch of Xuan Turtle meat right away! Once the Nine Rivers Alliance arrives at the port, we won't get any!"

"Yes! Increase the price! Give me another 100,000! In stock, in stock! I don't want to wait for the next batch!"

"..."

Panic and urgency instantly filled the auction hall, and the fervor for bidding surged to a new level, almost reaching a fever pitch!
A giant black tortoise slowly raised its head, emitting a deep dragon roar. Carrying a flagship ship that resembled a city and hung a huge "Nine Rivers" flag, it slowly approached the dock, surrounded by dozens of giant merchant ships fully loaded with cargo.

The fleet, like a moving mountain of steel, seemed to lower the river's surface. The golden banner of the "Nine Rivers Alliance" on the bow gleamed in the sunlight, exuding an indescribable aura of immense wealth.

On the other side, at the eastern dock of Yuncang City, the scene was completely different from the hustle and bustle of Wangjiang Pavilion.

Three smaller bronze warships, with sleek lines and covered in Xuanwu runes, quietly docked at the dedicated naval port.

This was the warship personally commanded by Luo Hongxiu, which had just unloaded its core supplies from the Zhenhai ship.

On the shore, groups of elite disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect, exuding a sharp aura and carrying long swords, stood at attention.

In the river, several large sea-suppressing whales, each clad in rune-inscribed leather armor, swam slowly. Their massive dorsal fins ripped through the water, a silent deterrent from the Qin navy.

Luo Hongxiu stood tall and graceful at the bow of the lead warship, her gaze sweeping over the bustling scene on the dock.

(End of this chapter)