System Auction Shop, I'll sell out across all realms!

The six-colored beam of light pierced through the spiritual mist and rose straight up to the bottom of the dome before stopping.

The six colors intertwined, illuminating the entire area like a fairyland.

Even the mist floating in the air was dyed in color.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

A million people simultaneously fell silent and looked in that direction.

"Holy crap..."

Someone whispered a compliment.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet.

"This is six-colored... sixth tier..."

The young cultivator in the front row, with his large, bushy tail grass growing out of his mouth, almost drooled.

He didn't even notice the tattered grass in his hand fall to the ground.

He stared at the six-colored beam of light, his eyes wide, muttering to himself:

"Why... why did he get a Tier 6 item while I only got a big-tailed grass..."

The person next to him patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Brother, accept your fate."

"Even a large-tailed dog grass is still grass. If I go back and plant it in a flowerpot, at least it will be something to remember me by."

"I'll read your ass."

……

The six-colored beam of light rose higher and higher, becoming brighter and brighter.

It was so bright that even the people sitting in the front row had to squint to see it.

The tall, burly man stood in the very center of the pillar of light.

He was enveloped in six-colored light, like a deity who had fallen from the sky.

His face was covered by a layer of flowing mist, obscuring his features.

But his figure and posture clearly indicated that he was not an ordinary person.

The discussions surged up like water, wave after wave.

Many people said sourly, "What's the use of being lucky?"

The person next to him immediately retorted, "A sixth-tier high-grade item? Tell me, what's the use of good luck?"

"I could live ten lifetimes without ever having to sell myself!"

"I'd eat a hundred beef buns every single day!"

The man opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

There's no denying it, the beef buns on the street in front of the Zhutian Auction House are indeed delicious...

……

Most people don't know who that person is.

But someone does know...

In the front row, on the right, Lion Mountain sat there, draped in a black cloak, motionless.

His eyes widened in disbelief!

It turned out that his younger brother was the one who got the sixth-tier item.

Lion's Fury!

That's right, it's the Mad Lion Mercenary Group, or rather, the Lion Mad of the Guardians of the Heavens!

Their Mad Lion Mercenary Group changed its name several months ago.

They're no longer called the Mad Lion Mercenary Group; they're now called the Guardians of the Heavens Squad.

This was something the city lord discussed with them.

The Zhutian Auction House is growing larger and larger, with more and more people, and the city guards alone cannot manage it all.

Let their mercenary group serve as their exclusive guards and maintain order in the surrounding area.

He agreed without even thinking about it.

This is an incredible opportunity! So many people would love to come but can't!

From that day on, the Mad Lion Mercenary Group ceased to exist.

The guardians of the heavens, hundreds of brothers, are all his men.

Lion Madman is the deputy leader. He usually leads his brothers on patrols to maintain order, and throws out anyone who causes trouble.

The two brothers also came to the auction today.

But they never expected that this incredible surprise would fall on these low-level cultivators!

Could it be that Lion Madman is born with a lucky charm constitution?

Lion Mountain's eyes were a little red.

If it weren't for someone else around, he would have wanted to curl up his tiny two-meter frame and cry his heart out right now...

His lips slowly parted into an exaggerated smile.

……

Behind Lion Mountain, Lion Madman looked down at the lotus flower in front of him.

Six colors, a steady and elegant six colors.

He rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, they were still six colors.

"Brother..." His voice trembled, and he didn't even turn his head. He knew his brother was sitting in front of him.

"I fucking took off!"

"This is a high-grade sixth-tier item!"

"Overlord Divine Might Technique!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that everyone around him turned to look at him, and then followed his gaze to the front row.

At this moment, Lion Mountain also stood up, looking unfathomable.

"Not bad, Brother Kuang, you haven't tarnished the reputation of our Heavenly Guardian Squad!"

Although Lion Mountain tried his best to maintain his dignified appearance, his trembling voice betrayed him.

Those around him, seeing his unfathomable demeanor, couldn't help but wonder what this Guardian Team of the Heavens was all about.

"Hey, brother, what exactly is this 'All-Heavens Auction Team'?"

A local cultivator from Xuantian City chuckled dismissively upon hearing this.

"You don't understand, do you? That's the guard team selected by the city lord of Xuantian City, the number one city in Qingzhou, to maintain order at the Zhutian Auction House."

"Each of them has experience in numerous battles and fighting wild beasts."

"Don't listen to his rambling nonsense, a bunch of former mercenaries..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a cultivator next to him immediately interrupted, wearing the emblem of the All-Heavens Guardian Squad on his arm.

"Shut your stinking mouth..."

……

Immediately afterwards, two more beams of six-colored light appeared in the hall.

Two six-colored beams of light rose up simultaneously, complementing the light from Lion Mad and illuminating the dome as if it were daytime.

One was a tall, thin man wearing a gray cloth long gown, with a misty face.

The beam of light in front of him was interwoven with six colors, and a pill emerged from the box.

It is entirely blue, with red markings on it!

The aroma of the medicine is so strong it's almost pungent—just one whiff and you feel completely refreshed.

He held it in both hands, his hands trembling like a leaf, his mouth agape.

"Sixth-grade, mid-level...Cangyuan Xuanming Pill..." The voice was weak, as if sleepwalking.

"Hahahaha!"

The man laughed like a madman, and the people around him were so frightened that they hid to both sides.

"A mid-grade sixth-tier pill! I'm buying everyone a beef bun today!"

……

On the other side was a fat, round-faced person.

A beam of light, six colors intertwined, appeared in front of them, and a long sword emerged from the box.

The sword is silver-white, and the blade is engraved with runes.

The central hilt is inlaid with a blue gemstone, and the entire blade glows.

"The Heaven-Bearing Sword! Mid-grade, Rank 6!"

Her voice was high-pitched and thin, completely mismatched with her figure.

"I have a sword now! I'm a guy who enjoys a high-class massage now!"

He held the sword tightly, like he was holding his own son, and rubbed his little face against the blade.

Someone next to him tried to touch it, but he slapped their hand away, saying, "Don't touch it! It's mine!"

"Can't I even look?"

"No way! What if you ruin it?"

"Can a sword be damaged?"

"If I say it's possible, then it's possible!"

"This is a mid-grade sixth-order spiritual energy. Your hands are not clean; if you touch it, the spiritual energy will dissipate."

The person next to him looked at his hand—he had just picked his nose…

The fat man twisted and turned in his chair, clutching his sword, his buttocks looking like they had thorns.

Those around them were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, rolling their eyes but daring not to say anything.

They would be even more excited than this chubby guy if they got a mid-grade sixth-level health care product.

……

It's worth mentioning that Xiao Dong, this chosen one, didn't manage to get anything particularly good.

Tier 3, an ordinary Rejuvenation Pill.

He sat quietly in the last row, his face expressionless.

It didn't matter to Xiao Dong what he offered, since he had already gained enough from this trip!

That Bloodline Tracing Stone!

Whether he soars to great heights or continues to be a good-for-nothing depends on his ancestors.

At this moment, Xiao Dong kept praying in his heart that his ancestors would be more helpful.

It would be best to be the Great Emperor!

.........