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

The most outrageous profession is that of storytellers!

In the past, storytellers in the Great Yan Dynasty told tales of gods and ghosts, but now there's only one popular subject—the All-Heavens Auction House.

Those monks who were fortunate enough to enter once or twice would emerge as highly sought-after storytellers.

You can simply sit down in a teahouse, strike the gavel, and immediately a crowd will gather around you.

Storytellers from remote towns would travel thousands of miles to Xuantian City just to snag a ticket.

They queued at the entrance for three days and three nights just to get in and have something to talk about when they came back.

In short, this is the only hot topic in the Great Yan Dynasty right now.

If you walk down the street in the royal city and randomly stop someone to ask them what's been going on lately, eight out of ten will talk to you about the All-Heavens Auction House.

If you say you don't know what the All Heavens Auction House does, people around you will look at you as if you're a fool.

Of course, Lin Tian's reputation also rose accordingly.

Now when people mention him, they say "the great Boss Lin," with a tone full of utmost respect and admiration.

Many people suspect that Lin Tian comes from a reclusive family and is preparing to consolidate all the auctions in the Southern Region!

Lin Tian remained unmoved by their comments; no matter what they said, he had only one mission.

He wanted the name of the Heavenly Auction House to spread from the Great Yan Dynasty to the entire cultivation world.

He wanted to put on a show in front of everyone in the cultivation world, and in the future, he planned to build a massive auction house that could span the entire cultivation world.

This refers not only to reputation, but also to the size of the auction house.

……

Meanwhile, in the southern part of Qingzhou, at the Liuyun Sect.

Sect Master Ye Zhou was sitting in the main seat of the council hall, his eyes fixed on the young man standing in front of him, his eyelids unblinking, as if he were looking at a stranger.

That was his son, Ye Yun.

Ye Yun stood in the center of the council hall, dressed in a black robe, looking travel-worn with mud splattered on the hem of his robe, dirt covering his shoes, and his hair in a disheveled state.

If it weren't for the fact that the face was still there, he would have thought it was a thief.

He galloped all the way back from Xuantian City, changing carriages several times and killing two horses in the process.

He also encountered a group of petty thieves who tried to rob him, but he easily dealt with them.

He didn't bother to change his clothes, drink water, or catch his breath; he went straight to his father's council chamber.

Ye Zhou put down his teacup, stood up, and circled around Ye Yun once, then once more.

His perception had been reset three times, and each time it gave him the same result—late stage of the Kaiyuan Realm.

"What kind of medicine did you take, kid?"

Ye Zhou's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

He remembered clearly that when Ye Yun left the sect, he was only at the mid-stage of the Blood Condensation Realm.

It's only been a few days?

In less than half a month, he jumped from the Blood Coagulation Realm to the late stage of the Origin Opening Realm?

He had cultivated for so many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen such an outrageous breakthrough speed.

Ye Yun grinned, unable to suppress the smugness on his face.

Seeing his father's expression, he felt even more smug. He cleared his throat and began to recount his experiences in Xuantian City.

As Ye Zhou listened, he leaned forward and placed his hands on the table.

Those eyes were fixed on Ye Yun's mouth, as if afraid of missing a single word.

He looked at his son, at that young face, at those bright eyes, and felt like he was dreaming.

This kid's story is really interesting.

After Ye Yun finished speaking, he picked up the teacup on the table, drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and let out a long breath.

He looked at his father, waiting for his reaction.

Ye Zhou fell silent. He sat motionless in his chair, as if he was processing something or thinking about something.

This information is so overwhelming, it's driving me crazy.

It took Ye Zhou a long time to react, and he suddenly stood up.

"Wait." His voice was hoarse and urgent. "You mean, you bought fifth-tier essence blood in a small town within a dynasty?"

Ye Yun nodded, his smile deepening.

"A small town within a dynasty?"

Ye Zhou's voice rose a few decibels, tinged with disbelief.

"You think a place like that can produce a Tier 5 item? Are you kidding me?"

"Father, when have I ever lied to you?"

After saying this, Ye Yun released his aura without waiting for Ye Zhou's response.

He was indeed at the late stage of the Kaiyuan Realm, having jumped more than a whole major level since leaving the sect.

Ye Zhou finally slowly realized what was going on; this kid…

He really wasn't dreaming; his son, Ye Yun, had truly encountered an incredible opportunity.

Ye Zhou's eyes were a little red. He suddenly slapped Ye Yun on the shoulder, making Ye Yun stagger and almost lose his balance.

"Well done!" Ye Zhou's voice was so loud that it shook the entire council hall.

"In this Qingzhou Grand Competition, let them see that you're not a piece of trash at all!"

Ye Yun steadied himself, rubbed his shoulder where he had been patted, and gave an embarrassed smile.

His father's words were not wrong, but something just didn't sound right.

Wasn't this supposed to be a compliment? Why does it sound more and more like someone is calling him a good-for-nothing?

Ye Yun scratched his head, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

His father was right; he had indeed been utterly useless before.

If he hadn't met Boss Lin at the Zhutian Auction House, he would still be that useless young sect leader.

A short while later, Ye Zhou brought two more people in from outside.

The two men, one tall and one short, entered the council hall one after the other, both wearing the same expression—bewilderment.

They were two elders of the Liuyun Sect. The tall one was named Zhou Xuan, and the short one was named Qian Tonghai. Both of them were elders who treated Ye Yun well.

Zhou Xuan spoke first, his voice high-pitched and thin, quite fitting for his tall and slender figure: "Sect Master, you summoned us here..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Yun, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Late stage of Kaiyuan Realm?

Qian Tonghai's reaction was even more direct. He squeezed his round body in front of Ye Yun and circled around Ye Yun twice.

"This...this..." Zhou Xuan's voice trembled slightly, "Young Sect Master, what kind of elixir did you take?"

Ye Yun cleared his throat and began to speak again.

When he finished speaking, he picked up the teacup on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and wiped his mouth.

The council chamber remained quiet for a long time, with only the occasional crackling of the candlelight.

Qian Tonghai suddenly spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than before:

"Sect Master, is there another auction at that auction house that the Young Sect Master mentioned in ten days?"

Ye Zhou nodded.

Zhou Xuan also spoke, his voice much calmer than before: "Sect Master, we must go."

"The Flowing Cloud Sect cannot afford to miss out on something of the fifth-grade superior quality."

Ye Zhou looked up at his son.

Ye Yun stood in the center of the council hall, his back ramrod straight, his eyes shining.

"Bring all the movable spirit stones from the warehouse," Ye Zhou's voice was steady and powerful.

"We've sold all the shops we could, and mortgaged all the farmland we could."

"Ten days later, we'll go to Xuantian City together."

"Oh right, wake up the old ancestor too, take him to see something exciting..."