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

Lin Tian gripped the hilt of his sword and gently lifted it. A chilling sword aura enveloped him. He spoke in a clear, resounding voice:

"The fourth item up for auction: a high-grade second-tier magic weapon—the Frost Sword!"

"When this sword is swung, it can be imbued with icy spiritual energy, which can slow down the opponent's movements and freeze and rupture the opponent's spiritual energy channels while injuring them."

"Starting bid: 200 spirit stones; minimum increment: 20 spirit stones!"

The remaining cultivators stared wide-eyed, their previously nonchalant expressions vanishing instantly.

"I'll offer two hundred and fifty spirit stones!" A cultivator in the front row spoke first.

"Two hundred and seventy!"

"three hundred!"

"Three hundred and fifty!"

The calls for price increases were constant.

Second-tier items are different from first-tier items; even in Xuantian City, they are not as common as cabbages.

Prices have skyrocketed.

Finally, when the price reached four hundred spirit stones, the entire room fell silent.

The bidder was a thin, middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the hall.

But the moment he raised his sign, Lin Tian noticed thin calluses on his right index and middle fingers.

—Those are the marks left by years of wielding a sword.

And those eyes were as sharp as knives when bidding.

Sword cultivator.

Lin Tian brought his gavel down: "Deal!"

The middle-aged swordsman stood up, nodded, and walked backstage to hand over the duties.

Soon, the spirit stones were counted, and the Frost Sword was handed to him.

The moment he gripped the sword, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He stroked the sword with obvious affection, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

At that moment, standing on the auction stage, Lin Tian heard a familiar voice explode in his mind.

"Ding! The second-tier superior-grade Frost Sword has been successfully auctioned off for 400 spirit stones."

"100x return triggered!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Tier 4 Mid-grade - Tai Cang Sword!"

Mid-grade fourth rank?

If such a fourth-grade magic weapon were to appear in Xuantian City, he had no doubt that it would absolutely drive all the powerful figures in the city crazy!

And now, a sword powerful enough to drive the entire Xuantian City mad belongs to him.

……

"Next, the fifth item."

Lin Tian lifted the red silk cloth, revealing a neatly folded dark gold armor with layers upon layers of armor plates.

It was covered with fine defensive runes, which gleamed with a heavy luster under the moonstone.

"A second-tier superior defensive magic weapon—the Thousand-Refined Armor!"

"Under extreme conditions, it can withstand a full-force attack from a cultivator at the Opening Yuan Realm without sustaining the slightest damage!"

"Starting bid: 200 spirit stones; minimum increment: 20 spirit stones!"

The moment this item appeared, everyone's eyes lit up with excitement.

Several shifty-eyed men even had a gleam in their eyes, their gazes shifting back and forth between Lin Tian's face and the armor.

A malicious smile played on his lips.

Although he didn't say anything, anyone with eyes could see what he was thinking.

A second-tier defensive magic artifact—that's something that can save your life. If only I could "get" it...

Lin Tian's expression remained unchanged; he merely turned his head slightly and glanced behind him.

Wang Teng understood immediately.

A powerful, suffocating aura suddenly emanated from his body.

It was as if a huge mountain had fallen from the sky, crashing down on the entire hall.

The oppressive aura was as vast as the sea, and the noise in the hall was extinguished in an instant.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had covered everyone's mouths.

A burly man in the front row, who was raising a bidding paddle, had his arm frozen in mid-air.

The color drained from his face at a visible speed, turning him deathly pale.

His lips trembled twice, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Those with gleaming green eyes and malicious intentions react the most violently.

A middle-aged cultivator with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks was squinting at the armor on the platform.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed against a short knife at his waist.

The moment the oppressive aura descended, he shuddered violently.

His fingers were frozen on the hilt of the knife, neither daring to pull them out nor loosen them, just hanging there awkwardly.

The expression on his face changed from greed to terror.

What the hell is this level of skill?

A companion beside him muttered quietly, "That aura..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was glared at fiercely.

Don't speak, or you'll die.

……

The entire hall was completely silent.

Private room on the second floor.

Xiao Gu's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze passing through the gap in the screen and landing on Wang Teng.

When that oppressive aura swept over him, he seemed frozen in place, his pupils contracting sharply.

He's seen it all.

He had experienced the overwhelming power of the important figures when the city lord of Xuantian City hosted a banquet for various forces.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from the guard standing next to the auction stage was far more terrifying than that of the others!

Xiao Gu put down his teacup, tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice, and a serious look flashed in his eyes.

He had only been browsing around out of boredom and thought the auction house was just a pretty face with no substance.

But now, he doesn't think that way anymore.

To be able to hire such a high-level expert as a bodyguard, just who is the owner of this auction house?

Lion Mad, the vice-leader of the Mad Lion Mercenary Group, was also startled.

He is a master of the Kaiyuan Realm, and is considered a top combatant in Xuantian City.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from the guard standing by the platform was more than a whole major realm stronger than his!

Above the Kaiyuan era lies the Transcendental Realm.

Transcendent Realm—that's a level enough to establish a sect in the Great Yan Dynasty.

He was someone even the leader of the Mad Lion Mercenary Group had to treat with utmost respect and bow to.

And he was just a guard at an auction house?

Lion Mad took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, forcing himself to calm down.

He re-examined the auction house, his gaze shifting from the white jade platform to the moonstone, and then from the moonstone to the VIP room on the third floor.

Finally, it fell on Lin Tian—the young, smiling auction house owner.

Who exactly is this kid?

The oppressive aura lasted for about three breaths in the hall before receding like a tide.

Wang Teng withdrew his aura expressionlessly and stood back behind Lin Tian as if nothing had happened.

But everyone knew that those three breaths were enough for them to remember for a lifetime.

Lin Tian glanced around, looking at the silent faces and the eyes that dared not look away again. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke softly:

"The auction continues."

The sound wasn't loud, but the hall was as quiet as a stagnant pool, and everyone could hear it clearly.

The bidding for the thousand-times-forged armor has begun.

This time, no one dared to have any ulterior motives, and the bidding process became much more regulated.

In the end, the armor was sold to a burly body cultivator for 530 spirit stones.

Lin Tian brought down the wooden mallet in his hand.

The system's voice sounded in his mind again—

"Ding! 100x return triggered!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Tier 4 Mid-grade - Xuan Turtle Heaven-Suppressing Armor!"