Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

The Zihuang Auction House is located in the eastern district of Mingdu. Its interior and exterior buildings are predominantly purple, with carved beams and painted rafters, making it magnificent and luxurious.

The building appears to be only five stories high, but once inside, it reveals a hidden world. Yu Xin took out a black card, and the staff led the six of them through a series of turns, into a special soul-guided elevator, which led them down the stairs.

Feeling a sense of weightlessness beneath his feet, Feng Zaixing gave Yu Xin a questioning look: "Why does Mingdu also like underground construction projects?"

The land in Douluo Continent is in real trouble, with construction projects everywhere.

Yu Xin blinked, indicating that the underground buildings were the hidden treasures.

"The Yu family has many underground structures. If you're interested, would you like me to show you around?"

"Cultivation is paramount, cultivation is paramount."

Once again, Feng Zaixing sighed inwardly at how wealthy these big families were. He felt deeply that the revitalization of the sect was a long and arduous task. How could they afford such expenses without starting a giant corporation?

The elevator stopped, and the group of six, wearing masks that symbolically concealed their identities, entered the auction hall's private room through a special passage.

The private room occupies several hundred square meters and is fully equipped. The carpet is made of the fur of a ten-thousand-year-old Fiery Lion King, the sofa is covered with silk cushions made of thousand-year-old snow silkworms, and the fruits served are rare hundred-year-old and thousand-year-old spiritual fruits, which would be auction items in Donghai City.

Feng Zaixing and Na'er, who used to live a secluded life, were now looking at each other with the astonishment of country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden, finding it hard to imagine just how much money these wealthy tycoons actually had.

"The Zihuang Auction House is owned by the Xu family, so it's not surprising that it's a bit luxurious," Yu Xin said softly.

"The Xu family... is the former royal family?" Feng Zaixing's eyes flickered slightly.

"Yes." Yu Xin nodded. There are many families with the surname Xu on the mainland, but in the Ming capital, only the former royal family is worthy of praise.

After the Empire was reorganized into a Federation, the Xu family's power was not as great as before, but it was still a top-tier family with considerable influence in both the military and political circles. The current patriarch was an extremely powerful figure, a senior quasi-god, and was titled Zihuang.

Furthermore, he is currently the nominal top leader of the military, the Minister of the Army, who, along with Qian Gu Dongfeng, conspired to bomb Shrek City in the original timeline, and the fierce wolf Dong Zi'an serves under his command.

"Your families have such profound foundations, each one more impressive than the last. Your strength is truly astonishing..."

Feng Zaixing sat upright with his sleeves tucked in, unconsciously conceiving a grand scheme in his mind that encompassed the upper echelons of Mingdu and included all walks of life.

Normally speaking, grassroots geniuses in this era have no chance of rising further; at most, they can only reach the level of Dong Zi'an.

"Don't say that. With your talent, you might just be able to master it in one generation. I'm really looking forward to you making me a set of four-word battle armor," Yu Xin said with a light laugh.

Feng Zaixing's eyes widened in surprise, then he smiled with relief: "I almost forgot, your grandfather and Teacher Zhenhua are close friends."

"That's right. When Grandpa Zhenhua joined the Blacksmith Association, our family provided financial support. If we hadn't kept in touch, I wouldn't have thought that you would be a strong candidate for the next generation of master blacksmiths."

Yu Xin reclined on the sofa, her head tilted to the side, the lamplight illuminating her captivating smile as she swayed her slender, delicate fingers.

"So don't be shy with your sister. The family won't mind if I spend money recklessly. Our family just loves to support geniuses."

"You're so confident, what if I don't become a master craftsman?" Feng Zaixing joked.

The Yu family's investment capabilities far surpass those of the Ning family, which explains their enduring success.

"Nonsense, I'm doing what I want, and it's none of the family's business anyway," Yu Xinxiang said angrily, rolling her eyes.

What's wrong with this person? I try to be nice and he always manages to upset me.

The three of them exchanged a knowing smile. The Yu family's support was of great significance, as it would ensure a bright future for the Body Sect, the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, and the Spirit Pagoda.

"Ahem, actually, what I wanted to say is that if we're talking about our relationship with Professor Zhenhua, I seem to be a generation older than you."

Feng Zaixing spoke softly, observing Yu Xin's reaction, and tentatively asked, "So, may I call you my niece?"

"Are you out of your mind to take advantage of something like this?!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xin immediately lost her temper. Forgetting her usual composure, she grabbed a silk pillow and threw it at Feng Zaixing's face, determined to defend her position as the boss.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! My little brother is rebelling! He's actually trying to ride roughshod over me!

"Have I been too nice to you, huh? Now I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

"Hey, hey, I was just asking a question, I didn't really want you to call me uncle, don't get excited, don't get excited... Na'er, come help me quickly..."

The wind blew left and right, but it seemed to only make things worse, and it was unclear whether it was intentional.

Na'er was getting anxious and had a sudden idea. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Feng Zaixing along with Yu Xin, causing Feng Zaixing's vision to go black.

"What?! Na'er, you actually betrayed us...!"

"Brother, I'm sorry. I'm just helping Sister Yu get revenge, so you don't need to be afraid anymore..."

Na'er looked completely innocent, trying to save her brother indirectly, but the bright glint in her eyes seemed particularly active.

Makino pretended not to see it, inwardly cheering: "This is exactly the kind of chaotic brawl I've been waiting for! Kid, you're really something. If I had your skills, I wouldn't be single all this time..."

Han Tianyi nodded secretly and sighed, "That's more like a child now. He was so mature before, it must have been so boring."

Cultivation should be balanced with relaxation. He had always felt that Feng Zaixing was a bit dull, but today he was much better and relaxed when he needed to.

Kong Yao and Luan Hongchen thought exactly the same thing: "The two little ones have such a good relationship, maybe they'll be able to attend each other's weddings in the future."

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"The sixth item, a 3,500-year-old Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, has a starting price of 20 million Federal Dollars."

On the auction stage, the impeccably dressed auctioneer unveiled the auction item to the wealthy patrons: a large chrysanthemum.

Kong Yao stared intently at the treasure, stroked his beard, and spoke slowly, his expression becoming serious: "It is indeed the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum. Apart from the secret realm of the Tang Sect, this treasure is rarely seen. I wonder if it was released by the Tang Sect."

Mu Ye stared intently, wishing he could fly away, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "This sect leader has made up his mind!"

The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum is a recognized top-tier natural treasure, capable of turning decay into magic, transforming a useless person into someone with innate full soul power, with benefits lasting at least until the Soul Saint stage.

Immortal-grade items aged over ten thousand years can even enhance the essence of a master like him, allowing him to break through levels.

The appearance of such a rare and precious plant brought the auction to a climax, with major players, including Mu Ye, quickly entering the fray and driving the price up to 70 million.

Seeing the tense situation, Yu Xin, who had been observing, spoke up crisply, causing the entire room to fall into a sudden silence.

"One hundred million federal dollars, I'll burn a sky lantern."

Lighting a lantern signifies an unwavering determination to win; anyone who makes a bid will be pursued to the very end. Only those with exceptionally strong financial resources can achieve this.

No one doubted the Yu family's strength, and no one wanted to cause trouble; the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum was successfully sold.

Feng Zaixing rubbed half his face and thanked Yu Xin beside him, "Sister, that's so kind of you."

As the saying goes, "carrying a pig's head, you can't find the temple gate." He wasn't short of money, but he lacked connections. This place was an internal benefit for the military group, and it was difficult for outsiders to get in, even if they had money.

"Don't make me angry anymore, or you'll have to pay for it yourself." Yu Xin turned her face away and ignored him; this little brother needed to be taught a lesson.

"Let me know."

Feng Zaixing looked around and said in a forced voice, "Sister, let's talk privately when we get back to the academy. I have an idea to work on top-tier rare and precious herbs. Let's do it together."

Yu Xin glanced at him, her eyes showing some disdain: "You're not doing anything like stealing or thievery, are you? I can afford to support you, so don't go astray."

A bunch of black lines flew up on his forehead, and Feng Zaixing looked speechless.

"...Although it's certainly not a normal path, can you please not think so badly of me? I'm usually very composed, but I only act this way when I'm with you. You can ask Na'er if you don't believe me."

"Also, I've been thinking about this plan for a long time, and it's definitely feasible. The only difference is how much money we'll make. If we weren't close, I wouldn't have asked you."

Yu Xin stared at him with a strange look in her eyes. "I believe you. We can talk later."

The auction proceeded smoothly, and the seventh item turned out to be another divine artifact: the "Longing for Autumn Dew," nearly four thousand years old, with a starting price of twenty-five million Federal Dollars.

Feng Zaixing glanced at Yu Xin; her pupils shimmered with iridescent light, suggesting she had come for him.

"It seems this thing really came from the Tang Clan; they're quite capable."

Without hesitation, Feng Zaixing joined the bidding this time: "Thirty million Federal Credits."