Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

Inside VIP Box No. 3.

Gu Changfeng, dressed in a white haute couture suit, was fanning himself with a folding fan.

Upon hearing Lin Ye's voice, a sinister gleam of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Elder Sun.

Gu Changfeng turned to look at a thin old man in a gray Taoist robe beside him.

"Is this ancient mirror truly a treasure?"

Elder Sun stroked his goatee, his gaze fixed intently on the Purple-Gold Thunderfire Mirror on the platform, and nodded firmly:

"Second Young Master, this mirror is full of yang energy, with thunder and fire appearing and disappearing. It is undoubtedly a genuine magic weapon of Longhu Mountain."

"That kid named Lin Ye is so eager to raise the price, he obviously recognizes the value of this magic weapon. Such a precious treasure must not fall into his hands."

"Hmph, a charlatan running a funeral parlor dares to compete with me?"

Gu Changfeng sneered and pressed the bidding button: "Sixty million!"

Inside VIP box number eight, upon hearing Gu Changfeng's bid, Lin Ye roared without hesitation, "Eighty million!"

This roar even deliberately included a realistic tremor, as if he had staked everything on it.

The meeting room erupted in uproar.

A magical artifact with a starting bid of 30 million yuan managed to push the price close to 100 million yuan in just two rounds of bidding.

"Young master, that boy is getting anxious."

The attendant whispered flatteringly in Gu Changfeng's ear.

"I want to make him anxious, to make him watch helplessly as his beloved possession is taken away from him!"

Gu Changfeng's eyes were filled with a morbid excitement.

"One hundred million!"

"One hundred and twenty million!"

Lin Ye's voice followed closely, hoarse with a hint of exasperation.

"Gu Changfeng, don't push your luck!"

Hearing Lin Ye address him by his name, Gu Changfeng felt as refreshed as if he had drunk ice water on a sweltering summer day.

"So what if I bully you? One hundred and fifty million!" Gu Changfeng laughed loudly, fanning himself with a folding fan.

"Master Lin..."

Qin Shao listened with a pounding heart.

"One hundred and fifty million? Isn't that price a bit outrageous?"

Lin Ye ignored Qin Shao and gritted his teeth, roaring out the last number: "One hundred and eighty million! Gu Changfeng, if you add any more, this mirror is yours!"

Inside VIP room number three, Elder Sun frowned slightly: "Second Young Master, 180 million far exceeds the actual value of this mirror. This kid has probably reached his limit."

A crazed gambler's gleam flashed in Gu Changfeng's eyes.

He knew that if he added just one more stroke, he could completely destroy that pretty boy's self-esteem.

"Two hundred million!"

Gu Changfeng pressed the bidding button, his voice filled with an arrogant and overbearing tone.

The entire room fell silent.

Two hundred million yuan was spent to buy an ancient mirror used to ward off evil spirits.

This move caused everyone present to gasp in astonishment.

Ghost Hand Seven's remaining right eye was practically squinting with laughter as he banged the gong three times: "Two hundred million three times! Sold! Congratulations to Young Master Gu of Box Three for acquiring the treasure of Longhu Mountain!"

Inside Box Number Eight.

Lin Ye, who had been furious, lost all his impatience and exasperation the moment he heard the gong sounding to signal the sale.

He calmly straightened his suit collar and sat back down on the leather sofa.

I picked up the slightly cooled tea and leisurely took a sip.

"Two hundred million to buy a magical bomb that can explode? This second young master of the Gu family is truly a foolish and rich philanthropist." Lin Ye chuckled.

Qin Shao and Fatty Wang looked at each other, stunned for a full half minute before they suddenly realized what was happening.

"Yoko... were you faking it just now?!"

The fat man's eyes widened, as if he were seeing his good brother for the first time.

"Nonsense! That mirror appears pure Yang on the surface, but it hides a terrifying, extremely Yin death energy inside. Anyone who dares to use it to cast lightning spells will be blown to bits."

Lin Ye put down his teacup.

"If I didn't act convincingly, how could I possibly swindle two hundred million in his working capital?"

Leng Yue sat quietly to the side.

She witnessed Lin Ye's smooth and skillful operation from beginning to end.

An admiring smile appeared in those deep red eyes.

In the cultivation world a thousand years ago, most cultivators were rigid and stubborn, emphasizing direct confrontation.

She had never seen a man like Lin Ye, who could manipulate people's hearts and schemes with such ease, and who could also ruin his mortal enemy without shedding a drop of blood.

"Your conduct is truly unique, and I admire it greatly."

Leng Yue's red lips curved slightly, and that stunning smile dimmed the light in the entire private room.

She reached out her delicate hand, her fair fingertips gently resting on the back of Lin Ye's hand.

The cool fragrance of red spider lilies lingered around Lin Ye's nose as she whispered in her soft, alluring voice:

"To have such a petty person suffer such a great loss, sir, you should drink a large cup of wine."

Lin Ye grasped her soft, boneless, cool little hand in his own, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, feeling the tranquil warmth.

Just then, the lights on the auction stage came on again.

Ghost Hand Seven pushed a cart covered with black velvet onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item in this auction is the grand finale of tonight's sale."

As the black velvet duvet was lifted.

A bead, no bigger than an adult's fist and a deep, azure blue in color, lay quietly in the center of the tray.

The moment the bead appeared.

A terrifying chill, like that of ancient ice, instantly swept through the entire auction hall.

Even the glass of the second-floor private rooms was covered with a fine layer of frost.

Inside that azure bead, there seemed to be a vast, boundless, icy ocean sealed away.

Faintly, one could hear ethereal and mournful female sobs emanating from within the beads.

"Mysterious Yin Mermaid Tears!"

Ghost Hand Seven's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"This is a treasure formed from the blood of the sea-burial merfolk, who died ten thousand meters below the surface of the ocean. It contains the purest primordial yin energy."

"Although it is more harmful than beneficial to those who cultivate pure Yang techniques, it is priceless if used to refine water-attribute magic weapons or nurture certain special evil spirit formations! Starting bid: 20 million!"

Inside Box Number Eight.

The moment Leng Yue saw the bead, her previously calm breathing suddenly tightened.

An unprecedented longing erupted in her deep red eyes.

She instinctively gripped Lin Ye's hand tightly, her nails even digging slightly into his palm.

This [Mysterious Yin Mermaid Tear] contains the ultimate in yin and watery energy, which is the perfect medicine to suppress the Red Lotus Fire Poison and help her smoothly enter the Drought Demon Realm!

"Want it?" Lin Ye turned his head, looked at her slightly reddened eyes, and asked softly.

Leng Yue bit her red lips and nodded gently: "This thing is of utmost importance to me. If I can refine it, I will no longer fear the torment of the fire poison devouring my heart."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you."

Lin Ye spoke in a calm tone, as if he were simply buying an apple from a roadside stall.

He turned to Qin Shao and asked, "Qin Shao, how much credit is left?"

Qin Shao was now completely in awe of Lin Ye, nodding repeatedly, "Master, rest assured! Not a single penny of the 50 million quota has been touched!"

There were very few bids being made in the hall.

Although the Xuan Yin Mermaid Tears are rare, their properties are too extreme.

Ordinary cultivators simply cannot refine it; buying it might even cause their meridians to freeze.

The price stopped at just 25 million, and no one raised the bid.

Lin Ye pressed the microphone in front of him, his voice steady: "Thirty million!"

As soon as the price was announced, all eyes in the room once again turned to VIP box number eight.

Inside VIP room number three, Gu Changfeng, who had just spent 200 million to buy the "Death Talisman," had a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"This kid dares to bid? Elder Sun, what's the deal with this bead?"

Elder Sun shook his head: "Extremely Yin objects are like deadly poison to us cultivators. Second Young Master, we don't need to spend tens of millions to buy a useless ice block just to save face."

Gu Changfeng clenched his fist.

He wanted to raise the price again to disgust Lin Ye, but after glancing at his meager remaining funds, he could only angrily smash the wine glass in his hand.

"Thirty million once!"

"Thirty million twice!"

"Thirty million, three times! Sold! Congratulations to our esteemed guest in VIP room number eight!"

As Ghost Hand Seven struck the gong, the Xuan Yin Mermaid Tear, which was crucial to Leng Yue, was easily acquired by Lin Ye at a very low price.

This was Lin Ye's true intention in setting up that huge pit earlier.

First, use a bomb disguised as a powerful asset to drain the funds of the most likely disruptive competitor.

When the real target appears, it can be taken down with ease, as if picking something out of a bag.

Leng Yue quietly watched Lin Ye.

This man not only possesses a pure Yang Dao body capable of melting her icy body, but also has a profound mind that can manipulate the world at will.

Over the course of a thousand years, she had witnessed countless acts of deceit and treachery, but for the first time, she felt so at ease being protected under the wings of a man.

She leaned forward slightly.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Qin Shao and Fatty Wang.

This arrogant Red Hou Queen actually leaned against Lin Ye's broad shoulder.

Her cool cheek pressed against Lin Ye's neck, and she whispered in his ear with an infinitely tender voice:

"My lord, you have done so much for me today... I will repay you with all my heart, even if it means repaying a debt of gratitude."

Lin Ye reached out and put his arm around her slender and supple waist.

The alluring, cool fragrance lingered around his nose, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't rush to repay us, the show isn't over yet."

Lin Ye looked up, his gaze piercing through the glass curtain wall, fixed on the last item being pushed onto the auction stage.

It was a ceramic jar sealed with layers of black talisman paper.

The moment the pottery jar appeared, a stench from the Yinshan Sect that Lin Ye was all too familiar with instantly filled the entire hall.