High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 270 Auction Turmoil, Meteor Flying Knife, He's Actually the Fierce God Qin Feng!
After personally leading Qin Feng to the highest-level cave dwelling of the Chiyu Trading Company, Vice President Lin respectfully bowed and took his leave.

The heavy door, made of an unknown alloy, slowly closed, shutting out all outside sounds and prying eyes.

Within the cave, a world of its own unfolds, where cosmic energy, so dense it's almost tangible, flows slowly, nourishing every living being that enters.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the futon in the center of the cave, but did not immediately enter a meditative state.

His mind was as calm as the unchanging starry sky, and he began to carefully analyze his current state and future path.

In the grand scheme of his life, this year is but a fleeting moment, but if he makes good use of it, it will be enough to elevate his strength to a new level, adding crucial leverage to the increasingly fierce pursuit that lies ahead.

His thoughts first sank into that seemingly innate new ability—mechanical twins.

With a slight thought, Qin Feng's perception instantly split.

A portion of it remained within this flesh and blood body, sensing the pure energy within the cave.

The other part crossed a vast spatial distance and landed on a remote, desolate asteroid within the territory of the Akabane Universe Kingdom.

There, a simple metal construct, casually crafted by Qin Feng using galaxy-level alloy, floated silently in the vacuum.

"The talent of the machine race..."

Qin Feng's consciousness flowed freely between the two bodies, and an unprecedented experience surged into his mind.

The first thing to be affected is the terrifying talent known as "mechanical thinking".

At this moment, Qin Feng clearly felt that his mental power, which had become incredibly powerful due to the [Eternal Singularity], was as if it had been loaded with a super computing core.

The same thoughts and the same deductions, which might require a leap of inspiration and logic in the mind of a flesh-and-blood body, are transformed into billions of parallel and uncontradictory data streams in the thought modules of the mechanical clone.

The composition of each rune and the energy circuit of each secret technique can be instantly broken down into the most basic particle motion model and simulated and optimized billions of times.

"With the same total amount of mental energy, the mechanical race's mental processing ability, especially in terms of analysis, construction, and deduction, is indeed incredibly powerful."

Qin Feng secretly admired him. Such talent was nothing short of divine assistance for comprehending a top-tier secret technique as complex as the [Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram].

Next came the mechanical race's detached attitude towards the "body".

Qin Feng could sense that as long as the core consciousness remained intact, the metal construct could be discarded at any time. With enough high-grade alloy, he could instantly reshape himself into a more powerful combat hull.

This near-immortality, coupled with the ability to infinitely upgrade their combat power through hardware replacement, possesses a chilling and cruel allure. The constraints of the physical body are virtually nonexistent for true mechanical powerhouses.

"However, the most perverse thing is the absolute control over artificial intelligence."

Qin Feng's consciousness swept over the nascent AI within the mechanical clone, which he had personally written.

He could clearly perceive that every logical loop and every data interaction of the AI ​​was imprinted with his most basic will and authority.

He can grant it a high degree of autonomy, allowing it to manage battles and handle countless complex affairs, making it appear no different from an independent intelligent life form.

However, no matter how advanced or "intelligent" this AI becomes, or even if it develops a so-called "self," Qin Feng can erase it from its most basic level in an instant with just a thought, turning it into meaningless data turbulence.

This absolute dominance, derived from the very essence of life, is the fundamental reason why the Machine Race is able to build a vast mechanical army spanning the universe without ever worrying about being rebelled against by intelligence.

"pity……"

Qin Feng's thoughts returned to reality, tinged with a hint of regret.

He examined his current mechanical clone, whose shortcomings were equally obvious.

"This clone is ultimately just a galaxy-level alloy creation I crudely sculpted by brute force. It lacks both the systematic creation techniques of the mechanical race and the energy matrix that enhances combat power. More importantly, I have no territory of my own, no resource gathering points, and no automated production lines..."

Qin Feng knew that a true mechanical prodigy must have a huge secret base behind him, a "nest" capable of continuously producing a mechanical army, developing new alloys, and iterating combat shells.

Right now, he's just a "lone commander" with the talent of the mechanical race.

"This path has immense potential, but it cannot be accomplished overnight."

Qin Feng quickly made a decision: "The most urgent task is to complete the death mission of the universe's will and obtain the Dao foundation of the [Final Singularity]."

When that time comes, we will seek an opportunity to travel to the Mechanical God Kingdom and obtain the truly top-tier secret techniques inherited by the Mechanical Race.

Only then can my mechanical clone truly begin to develop, expanding into a secret territory of its own, creating an endless mechanical army, and even... forging itself an ultimate combat body made of a cosmic artifact-grade alloy.

With the future plans for the mechanical twins settled, Qin Feng temporarily put them aside and focused his mind entirely on his own foundation—martial arts cultivation.

His mind was focused on the Eternal Singularity, sensing the terrifying power contained within that singularity, a power capable of creating the world.

Then, this power was guided and began to circulate in the body according to an extremely mysterious trajectory, and under the skin, totem-like patterns faintly lit up.

"【Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram】..."

After a century of arduous cultivation following the decisive battle at the Twin Rivers, especially with the aid of "mechanical thinking" in his deductions, he is now only one hurdle away from achieving the second spirit realm.

This threshold is the arrangement and combination of the core runes that make up the last part of the second metamap.

"As long as I can overcome this final difficulty, my basic strength will double on top of the 30% amplification from the [Twin Masks]! At that time, my combat power will truly surpass the vast majority of ultimate black hole-level beings."

A determined light shone in Qin Feng's eyes.

"If I could take another step forward and comprehend the third spirit, gaining a threefold amplification... perhaps then I would have the ability to fight those true ultimate black hole-level old monsters head-on, and even kill them!"

At this moment, Qin Feng's martial arts mind was clearer than ever before.

All past experiences, all battles, all reflections have converged into an unmistakably clear path.

"All that complex knowledge, all that profound secret techniques, all that ingenious formations and matrices... to me, their only value is to enhance my physical strength and the quality of my mental power!"

A domineering smile curved his lips.

"My path is to prove my way through strength! To crush all fancy techniques and rules with absolute fundamental values!"

This is not arrogance, but the most rational and efficient choice based on his own conditions.

The ultimate singularity, the supreme foundation promised by the will of the universe, is essentially about endowing its possessor with physical and spiritual qualities that are "unprecedented and unparalleled."

The existence of the Twin Masks, a cosmic artifact, has a simple and direct effect: a percentage-based boost.

When a near-infinite base number is multiplied by a constantly doubling coefficient, the final result will be a terrifying force that no skill can compensate for, a force that inspires despair.

"This is the only way to maximize all my strengths!"

Having figured all this out, Qin Feng was no longer confused.

He completely abandoned all distractions and devoted all his energy to comprehending the [Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram].

His mental focus seemed to transform into an invisible scalpel, precisely probing into the illusory image of the inheritance stele left by the Nine Spirit King in his mind.

On the stone tablet, billions of runes flowed and changed, each rune containing the ultimate truth of the universe, and each change represented countless arrangements and evolutions.

Time loses its meaning in deep spiritual practice.

For Qin Feng during his high school years, a year was long enough to change the course of his life.

But for Qin Feng, a black hole-level powerhouse sitting upright in the Heavenly Cave, a year is nothing more than an insignificant ripple in the long river of the universe, a single breath, a single heartbeat.

Inside the cave, the primordial energy mist was sometimes stirred into huge vortexes, and sometimes returned to deathly silence.

Qin Feng's body is like the center of the universe; every time he inhales or exhales energy, it resonates with the laws of this small world.

With his "mechanical thinking" fully activated, the final part of the rune arrangement that constituted the second metamap was broken down into trillions of basic modules.

He simulated and eliminated each possible combination of energy flow in each module, force field interference between each rune, and failure.

This was a process so tedious it could drive any normal being mad, but Qin Feng found joy in it.

He enjoys the feeling of peeling back the layers of complex problems to finally touch the core truth.

Finally, at the very last moment of the year, Qin Feng's eyes suddenly opened.

There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever; only pure, golden light, like a torrent of data, shimmered within.

He found it!

That last, and most crucial, arrangement of runes—that perfect structure capable of bearing the full power of the Second Spirit!
"I see……"

Qin Feng muttered to himself, slowly bringing his hands together in front of his chest to form an ancient and profound hand seal.

The energy within the body is no longer simply flowing, but has begun to aggregate in an unprecedented way.

Black hole-level secret techniques, and indeed the essence of all extraordinary powers in the universe, all follow the most fundamental laws of the universe.

Driven by will, mental power and spiritual energy fields collide and merge to form the most basic "aggregation module";
Billions of different modules, linked together in specific ways, form a "spiritual energy field" with specific attributes;
The countless different force fields, like the threads of a knitted sweater, intertwine and entwine, eventually coalescing into a stable and powerful "rune".
Next, countless runes with different functions are combined in trillions of different arrangements, ultimately drawing upon the power of the universe's origin to unleash various powers capable of moving mountains, filling seas, and shattering stars.

This is the truth behind the so-called "secret technique".

This is why all beings aspiring to reach the pinnacle of martial arts must establish a singularity of spiritual power.

Only a singularity can provide such immense and precise computing and manipulation power to control these almost infinite combinations and variations.

At this moment, a grand and intricate "weaving" is underway within Qin Feng's body.

Countless newly formed runes precisely positioned, linked, and resonated according to the sequence he had just deciphered.

hum-

A terrifying aura, twice as powerful as before, suddenly erupted from Qin Feng's body!

The space behind him groaned under the strain of the force, rippling outwards.

Behind him, a brand new, incredibly clear illusory image of the metamap slowly emerged.

It was a majestic figure bathed in holy light, with a pair of wings made of pure golden light spreading behind him. His face was holy and noble, full of compassion and majesty.

The mere presence of this powerful phantom exuded an aura sufficient to purify all evil spirits and judge all sins.

According to the scattered information left in the inheritance stone tablet, the second meta-image depicts the founder of a warband called "Holy Blood Angel" in ancient human legends.

Upon seeing that familiar figure with golden wings, Qin Feng's mind momentarily went blank.

He couldn't help but think of his comrade-in-arms who had fought alongside him in the battle of geniuses.

"I wonder how Caesar is doing now."

A barely audible murmur echoed in the silent cave, then vanished.

That brief recollection was like a pebble thrown into the ocean, failing to stir much ripple in his rock-solid Daoist heart.

He didn't dwell on the past, but instead looked up at the timer.

No more, no less, exactly one year.

Qin Feng slowly stood up, concealing the aura emanating from him that could make the stars tremble, and pushed open the door to the cultivation room.

Almost the instant he emerged from seclusion, Vice President Lin, who had been waiting outside, immediately sensed it.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Qin Feng, his face full of humble and eager smiles.

"Senior, you've emerged from seclusion!"

As Vice President Lin spoke, he sized up Qin Feng.

Although Qin Feng's aura was restrained at this moment, and he was no different from a year ago, Vice President Lin instinctively felt that the "Senior Qin" in front of him seemed to have become even more unfathomable. The subtle sense of pressure made him feel a little uneasy.

"Senior, the weapon you commissioned has been forged."

Vice President Lin didn't dare to think too much and quickly took out an exquisite jade box from his storage space, presenting it with both hands. "The king's first disciple, that ultimate black hole-level weapon-refining master, personally extracted the essence of all the materials you provided and finally forged them into a set of eighteen throwing knives."

This set of throwing knives possesses diverse attributes, can be separated or combined, and their array formations work in unison, resulting in immense power. It is rated as a mid-level black hole-grade secret treasure, and is inscribed with a total of eighty-two restrictions, making it a top-tier masterpiece among mid-level secret treasures.

He paused, then added, "Based on market valuations, we've tentatively set the starting bid for this set of throwing knives at one billion Crimson Feather coins."

"okay."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, but did not open the jade box to check.

For him, these external things were merely tools to acquire resources, and he was satisfied with the outcome.

He was more concerned with something else.

"How long until the auction starts?"

"Reporting to Senior, there are still three days left."

Vice President Lin quickly replied, "The entire capital is already gearing up for the auction, with countless powerful figures arriving from surrounding star regions. It's an unprecedented spectacle. As you instructed, we have prepared the highest-class Heavenly-level bidding room for you. I will take you there now."

"Lead the way."

Qin Feng's words were concise and to the point.

"Senior, please."

Vice President Lin bowed and extended his hand, personally leading the way to the auction venue for Qin Feng.

After passing through several luxurious corridors connected by spatial arrays, Qin Feng soon arrived in front of a magnificent building that was beyond description.

The building itself is a powerful spatial treasure. From the outside, it is just a magnificent palace, but inside it is a vast starry sky.

Upon entering, the first thing that catches the eye is the enormous auction platform suspended in the very center of the starry sky.

The auction platform was made from a single piece of unknown divine metal, its surface shimmering with light and exuding a natural Daoist charm.

Surrounding the auction stage, below were countless individual futon seats, scattered like stars in the void, stretching to the horizon.

Each futon emitted a faint energy fluctuation, clearly possessing its own defensive and isolation formations.

These seats are reserved for the strong who are fortunate enough to participate in the grand event.

Qin Feng glanced around and roughly estimated that the number of living beings in the arena had exceeded one million.

Those who can sit here, even those with the lowest cultivation level, are all stellar-level powerhouses.

Above these ordinary seats, suspended in the air are layers of ring-shaped, star-sized, independent spaces. These are the private rooms.

The outermost, and most numerous, rooms are designated as "Di" type.

These private rooms are specially prepared for galaxy-level powerhouses, allowing them to enjoy a more comfortable environment while also demonstrating their different status from ordinary powerhouses.

At higher elevations, the number of rooms decreases sharply, but each one exudes a terrifying aura—these are the VIP rooms.

These private rooms are reserved for the most exclusive VIP seats, exclusively for beings of black hole size.

Each of the top-tier private rooms possesses a top-level array that isolates them from all spiritual probes, representing their transcendent status and strength within the Crimson Feather Universe Kingdom.

Vice President Lin led Qin Feng through layers of guards and formations without any hindrance, finally stopping in front of a private room with the character "Thirty-Three" engraved in ancient seal script.

"Senior, this is room number 33 of the Heavenly tier, prepared for you. Please come in."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, said nothing, and stepped inside.

The heavy door behind them closed silently.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged in the No. 33 private room of the Heavenly Class. The entire space was isolated by an invisible array, and neither the noise from the outside world nor the divine sense could penetrate it in the slightest.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on comprehending the second level of the Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram, which he had just broken through to, and stabilized his surge of power.

For a powerhouse of his caliber, a few days' wait is merely a matter of a breath.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes when a melodious and ancient bell rang, echoing throughout the vast auction hall.

A flash of golden-red light appeared in his eyes and disappeared in an instant. His aura became increasingly restrained, like a bottomless ancient well, with no more sharpness showing.

The auction has officially begun.

A soft beam of light focused on the towering auction stage in the center, where a woman dressed in a magnificent yet dignified blue gown walked gracefully to the front of the stage.

Her hair was as black as a waterfall, her face was stunningly beautiful, and her brows carried a hint of maturity and competence that came with experience in the world. She was none other than Huanhu, one of the five chief experts of Blue Star.

At this moment, her cultivation has reached the peak of the Stellar level, and she exudes a powerful confidence and aura in every gesture.

Holding a small mithril hammer, she scanned the entire venue, from the millions of futons below to the prestigious "Earth" and "Heaven" VIP rooms above. Her voice, amplified by an array, clearly reached the ears of every bidder.

"Welcome, distinguished guests, to the once-in-a-millennium grand event of the Crimson Feather Trading Company. Illusion Fox is honored to host this auction."

Without further ado, I'm sure you've all been waiting for quite some time. Now, let's introduce our first item!

As Qin Feng looked at the Illusionary Fox on the stage, a subtle ripple stirred in his heart.

The girl who once listened respectfully to his profound martial arts principles has now grown into a powerful figure capable of handling such a grand occasion on her own.

This is the wonder of the universe; as time flows by, things change and people change.

His budget for this trip was based on the price he could get for his spoils after they were refined.

Vice President Lin estimated that the starting bid for the "Meteor" throwing knives would be as high as one billion Red Feather coins.

In the past few days, Qin Feng has also gained a clear understanding of the purchasing power of the Crimson Feather Coin through the information provided by the trading company.

One billion is a huge sum of money that would make even ordinary black hole-level experts take notice. It could buy several decent mid-level black hole-level treasures or a massive amount of rare resources that could support his cultivation for thousands of years.

The auction proceeded smoothly for the next few hours. One rare and precious item after another was presented on the auction stage.

There are ores containing strange powers, technological creations from a destroyed civilization, amber sealing powerful alien beast cubs, and even living slaves with special bloodlines.

The atmosphere in the auction hall was incredibly lively, with bids rising and falling continuously.

Qin Feng spent most of his time resting with his eyes closed. When he occasionally opened his eyes, it was only because he was slightly interested in certain special materials, knowledge jade slips, or inheritance stone tablets.

He made a few bids and acquired some high-level resources for replenishing energy and healing injuries at relatively low prices. It was better than nothing, serving as an appetizer for the fierce bidding to come.

The scale of this auction far exceeded Qin Feng's expectations; it was not something that could be accomplished in a day, but would last for a full three months.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the auction has been going on for a month.

The auction featured thousands of items, ranging from stellar to galactic in size, a truly dazzling array.

As time went on, the value of the auction items began to rise, and eventually, treasures that even black hole-level powerhouses began to appear.

On this day, Huanhu's expression was more solemn than usual. With a wave of her hand, a jade plate protected by an array was carefully carried up by the maids.

On the jade plate, a strange stone, about the size of a fist, lay quietly. It was pitch black, but its surface seemed to have countless stars appearing and disappearing.

"Distinguished guests, the next item up for auction is an extremely rare [Void Source Stone]!"

The phantom fox's voice carried a hint of excitement, "This stone was born in the eye of a storm in the spatial interlayer, and was formed after being eroded and condensed by the power of time and space for hundreds of millions of years."

Its interior contains the purest essence of space, possessing immeasurable efficacy whether used to refine black hole-level treasures with spatial attributes or to study spatial knowledge! For powerful individuals specializing in the path of space, it is priceless! Starting bid: 80 million Crimson Feather Coins, with each bid increment no less than one million!

The words had barely left his lips when a collective gasp rippled through the audience. The starting bid of 80 million had already excluded 99% of the galaxy-level powerhouses.

"Eighty-one million!"

A voice came from a private room with the character "地" (earth) in the name, clearly belonging to a powerful, top-tier galaxy-level expert with considerable wealth, who wanted to take a gamble.

"Eighty-five million!"

"Ninety million!"

After a brief surge, prices fell into a slump.

This treasure is good, but its attributes are too singular and its price is too high, which makes many people hesitate to buy it.

Just then, a detached yet slightly arrogant voice came from room number eleven, concise and to the point:

"One hundred and fifty million."

The moment the offer was made, the entire room fell silent.

A one-time bid increase of 60 million was no longer a bidding war; it was a declaration of ownership. That undeniable domineering presence was clearly conveyed to everyone present.

Qin Feng slightly opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of room number eleven.

The person sitting inside should also be a Black Hole-level expert, and their aura is deep and composed, clearly indicating that they are not someone who has just entered this realm.

As for this treasure, Qin Feng doesn't need it for the time being.

Although he also wanted to delve into space knowledge later, he wasn't in a hurry. He was currently facing a mission from the will of the universe, and his immediate priority was to purchase backup resources.

Huanhu paused on the stage for a moment, and seeing that no one dared to speak again, he shouted loudly: "One hundred and fifty million once! One hundred and fifty million twice! One hundred and fifty million three times! Sold! Congratulations to the distinguished guest in the eleventh private room of the Heavenly Class!"

With the first black hole-level resource settled, the atmosphere in the arena grew even more heated.

Several days later, another item that piqued Qin Feng's interest appeared.

It was a jade bottle carved from warm jade, containing a pool of milky white liquid that exuded a refreshing and invigorating life force. Just looking at it made one feel all their fatigue disappear.

"【Ten Thousand Year Warm Jadeite】is extracted from the depths of the core of a life-bearing planet, where only a single drop of life essence can be condensed over ten thousand years."

Huanhu explained, "It is mild in nature, contains no violent energy, can be drunk directly, and can quickly replenish the source of life and repair damage to the foundation of the Dao."

It has miraculous effects on both the depletion of cultivation and the wounds of battle.

For beings below the black hole level, a single drop can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.
Even for a black hole-level powerhouse, this is an invaluable, top-grade restorative elixir! Ten drops in total, the entire bottle will be auctioned, starting bid 30 million Crimson Feather Coins!

"Thirty-one million!"

"Thirty-three million!"

The bidding for this treasure was far more intense than for the Void Origin Stone because of its versatility; it is useful for any living being and is a true life-saving item.

The price soared and quickly broke through the 50 million mark. Most of the bidders were galaxy-level powerhouses in the "Earth" VIP rooms.

"Sixty million."

Qin Feng finally spoke, his voice calm and emotionless, as if he were simply stating a fact.

His bid brought the tense atmosphere in the room to a sudden halt. The VIP guest in the top-tier private room finally made his move.

"Sixty-one million!"

A galaxy-level powerhouse was clearly determined to obtain this item and gritted his teeth to raise the price.

"Seventy million."

Without hesitation, Qin Feng made another offer.

This nonchalant way of raising prices is more oppressive than any form of coercion.

It clearly tells everyone that this price is a drop in the ocean for him.

The galaxy-level expert fell silent.

He understood that unless the other party gave up, he had no hope of competing for the existence of the top-tier private rooms.

In the end, Qin Feng easily acquired this bottle of "Ten Thousand Year Warm Jade Marrow" for 70 million.

For him, this resource, which can quickly restore his original power, will play a huge role in the subsequent pursuit.

The auction continued, reaching a series of exciting moments.

One day, a special item was presented for auction.

It was a silver shuttle engraved with intricate patterns, named the [Boundary-Breaking Star Shuttle].

"This item is a one-time use consumable, but it can save your life in a critical moment!"

The phantom fox's voice was incredibly captivating, "It can be activated instantly, taking the user on a short-distance spatial jump, ignoring most galaxy-level spatial blockades! It's the best talisman for galaxy-level powerhouses adventuring in the universe! Starting bid: five million Crimson Feather Coins!"

This price isn't low for a galaxy-level powerhouse, but for "one life," it seems incredibly worthwhile.

"Five million and one million!"

"Five million three hundred thousand!"

"I'll pay six million!"

The bidders were almost all galaxy-level beings sitting on the futons and in the private rooms below.

Their voices were filled with longing and eagerness.

For them, having one more trump card means having one more chance to survive.

In the end, after a fierce bidding war, the [Boundary-Breaking Star Shuttle] was purchased by a star system-level expert in room number 72 for a high price of 12 million Crimson Feather Coins, which was almost one-third of his entire fortune.

When Huanhu announced the sale, a relieved sigh could be clearly heard coming from his private room.

The appearance of the fourth item truly propelled the auction to a new peak.

It was a crystal bottle containing a handful of spring water that emitted a ghostly blue light. Within the spring water, it seemed as if countless souls were howling and falling silent, filled with a contradictory yet mysterious aura.

"【Water of the Nine Nether Soul Spring】!"

Huanhu pronounced its name slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity, "A legendary artifact from the land of the undead, it has an incredible effect on nourishing and tempering the soul."

It can cleanse the soul of impurities and enhance the resilience of mental strength. For those who are half-stepping into the black hole level, it can help them stabilize the prototype of the mental singularity and greatly increase the success rate of the breakthrough!
The value of this item is self-evident. Starting bid: 100 million Crimson Feather Coins!

As soon as this price was announced, the whole audience was in an uproar.

"One hundred and ten million!"

An aged yet excited voice came from an inconspicuous prayer mat below.

That was an old man with an extremely powerful aura. His body was surging with energy, and he had already reached the limit of the galaxy level. He was just one step away from trying to condense a singularity, which was the so-called "half-step black hole".

At this moment, he stared intently at the [Water of the Nine Nether Soul Spring] on the stage, his eyes bloodshot; it was his only hope in this life.

"One hundred and twenty million."

Qin Feng's voice rang out again. Although his [Eternal Singularity] had been forged, this rare object that could purely nourish spiritual power was equally beneficial to him, and could improve the quality of his spiritual power.

"One hundred and twenty-one million!"

The old man practically roared out the price; every additional million felt like a knife to his flesh.

"One hundred and fifty million."

At this moment, the indifferent voice from room number eleven rang out again, carrying a hint of disdain and mockery, directly raising the price by nearly thirty million.

The old man's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow but did not immediately match the price.

"senior!"

The old man stood up, bowed deeply towards the direction of the eleventh private room, and said in a pleading voice, "This item concerns my path to immortality. I beg you, senior, to be merciful. I am willing to offer all my possessions, just to ask for your permission!"

There was a moment of silence in room number eleven, followed by a soft chuckle: "In an auction, the highest bidder wins. If you have the money, just keep bidding. Why bother asking me?"

These words ruthlessly shattered the old man's last hope.

"One hundred and fifty-one million..."

The old man, his voice trembling, reported the limit of what he could endure.

"Oh?"

Number 11's voice carried a hint of amusement, "Then I'll offer 210 million."

Upon hearing this, the old man swayed, as if he wanted to say something more.

Just as he was about to raise the price again, a cold, vast, abyss-like spiritual pressure suddenly emanated from the No. 11 VIP room, like an invisible tide, instantly enveloping the area below where the half-step black hole elder was located.

The oppressive aura wasn't directed at the entire area, but it precisely targeted the old man.

The old man felt as if his soul had been gripped by an invisible hand and plunged into a bottomless ice cave. His thoughts almost stopped, and his Dao heart trembled.

He clearly felt that his soul could be easily crushed with just a single thought from the other party.

This is a naked threat!

At the Akabane Trading Company's auction, they openly used their power to intimidate others!
The old man's heart was instantly filled with endless anger and humiliation.

He cultivated for tens of thousands of years, enduring countless hardships to reach this point today. Just when the hope of a breakthrough was within reach, his dignity was so easily trampled on, and his hope was robbed.

He wanted to resist, to roar, to question the other party's right!
However, the chill of reason instantly extinguished this anger.

On what grounds? Because the other party is a supreme black hole-level powerhouse!
Just because the other party can easily decide his life or death like crushing an ant!
If he dares to show any disrespect again, even just a resentful glance, he may face utter destruction.

The other party may not dare to openly kill someone in the capital city of the Akabane Universe Kingdom, but once he leaves this place, he will have nowhere to go in the vast universe.

Is it worth risking your life, and even endangering your descendants, for a chance that might lead to success?
Not worth it...

The bloodlust and rage in the old man's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deathly silence and desolation.

He slowly lowered his head, his tightly clenched fists loosened weakly, and his entire spirit seemed to have been drained in that instant.

He gave up, not only the item at auction, but also his dignity and his courageous and dedicated heart for martial arts.

Qin Feng glanced at room number eleven and said softly, "Three hundred million."

"Three hundred million, is there a higher price?"

Huanhu frowned on the stage, but still asked the question according to the rules.

There was dead silence.

The black hole-level being in room number eleven spread its spiritual power, pressing down on Qin Feng, but Qin Feng broke through it with a cold laugh.

"it is good!"

"My friend, I, Li You, will remember you!"

The creature in room number eleven sneered.

"what?"

"It's Li You!"

"A powerhouse among black hole-level beings!"

"Second only to the ultimate black hole!"

"They are the three generals of the Lihe Universe Kingdom."

"..."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion; it was clear that Li You, the creature in room number eleven, held immense renown in the star field surrounding the Crimson Feather Universe Kingdom.

In the end, Qin Feng acquired the bottle of [Water from the Nine Netherworld Soul Spring].

The auction continues.

Another month passed, and the items that appeared at the auction became increasingly valuable, with even several low-level black hole-level treasures appearing.

Qin Feng made two more moves, acquiring a battle sword and a shield, both low-level black hole treasures.

He certainly wasn't using it for himself; he already had the "Galactic Devourer" and "Limitless" power armor, so he didn't care for these.

He bought them purely to use as "food" to feed his two Heavenly Evolution Weapons, allowing them to absorb their essence and accelerate their growth.

In addition, he replenished a large amount of recovery resources, making ample preparations for the long journey ahead.

During this month, the black hole-level powerhouse in the eleventh VIP room used the same trick again. Relying on the pressure he released and his strong bids, he forced several bidders to give up and acquired many valuable items that were useful to him at low prices. He became increasingly unscrupulous in his actions.

Finally, the auction entered its final month and ushered in its true grand finale.

Each item up for auction was enough to drive even black hole-level powerhouses mad.

On this day, when Huanhu stepped onto the stage again, her expression was extremely solemn, and the atmosphere in the entire auction house froze.

"Distinguished guests, after nearly three months of bidding, our grand event is about to reach its final climax!"

The phantom fox's voice was clear and powerful, "And what will appear next is one of the most anticipated treasures of this auction! It is a set of combined treasures that was painstakingly forged by a mysterious master craftsman using the remains of dozens of black hole-level powerhouses and fragments of secret treasures as materials! Please take a look!"

As she finished speaking, a display case made of transparent crystals slowly rose from the center of the auction stage.

Inside the cabinet, eighteen uniquely shaped and shimmering throwing knives floated silently, forming a perfect circle.

Some of the throwing knives were as red as fire, some as blue as ice, some as heavy as mountains, and some as swift as the wind... Each one exuded a powerful and pure energy fluctuation. When the eighteen knives were put together, their aura was so strong that it even caused a slight distortion in space.

A look of amazement flashed in Huanhu's eyes. She took a deep breath and shouted, "This set of secret treasures is called 'Meteor'!"
There are a total of eighteen treasures, each comparable to a top-tier galaxy-level treasure. When combined, their power is amplified, making it a genuine mid-level black hole-level treasure!
What's most remarkable is that, thanks to the skillful craftsmanship of the master weapon refiner Gu Hong, it contains a total of eighty-two layers of restrictions!

"Eighty-two restrictions!"

Upon hearing this, all the private rooms in the "Tianzi" VIP section simultaneously emitted varying degrees of breathing sounds.

For black hole-level powerhouses, while the level of a treasure is important, the number of restrictions inside is the core standard for measuring its quality and potential.

The more restrictions a treasure has, the more sophisticated its structure, the stronger the power it can withstand, the higher its compatibility with the user, and the more terrifying its power will be.

Ordinary mid-level black hole treasures typically have between sixty and seventy restrictions.

Those that reach eighty or more are already top-grade intermediate-level secret treasures, and their value is even comparable to some ordinary high-level black hole secret treasures!

"I'm sure you all understand what the concept of eighty-two restrictions means!"

Illusion Fox's voice resounded throughout the arena, "Such a divine artifact needs no further explanation! The entire 'Meteor' throwing knife set will be auctioned, starting bid—one billion Crimson Feather Coins!"

"..."

Inside the No. 33 private room, Qin Feng looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar throwing knives, a slight smile curving his lips.

He became interested, not because he had any nostalgia for his former "junk," but because he wanted to see how much this "meteor" set, made from the materials he provided, could ultimately add to his wallet.

After all, the higher the selling price, the more resources he can buy.

A mission of cosmic will with a death-level requirement is too high-level; even the slightest difference could lead to a different outcome. Qin Feng didn't want that to happen.

(End of this chapter)