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

Inside the palace of the Great Yan Dynasty, Qin Batian sat on the dragon throne, his expression calm and composed, his back ramrod straight.

But his mind was no longer in this great hall.

The court assembly continued, and the Minister of Rites was reading out the regulations for the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven. He had been reading for almost half an hour and still hadn't finished.

His voice was slow and flat, like a stagnant river, each word babbling out, making people drowsy.

Qin Batian didn't hear a word; only one thing was on his mind—Qin Ziwei was coming back today, bringing that thing with her.

Yesterday evening, before Qin Ziwei set off from Xuantian City, she sent him a message using a communication jade slip.

The message was short, just one sentence: "Father, your daughter will return to the palace before noon tomorrow, bringing a fine item with her."

good stuff?

Ziwei has high standards; there aren't many things that she would say "good."

Could it be an imperial weapon?

Qin Batian slightly turned his head and glanced at the sundial in the corner of the hall.

"Your Majesty, I have prepared the list of offerings for the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven. Please take a look."

The Minister of Rites finally finished reading the regulations, pulled a long list from his sleeve, held it with both hands, and raised it above his head.

Liu An walked down, took the list, turned around and walked back to the dragon throne, handing it to Qin Batian.

Qin Batian took the list and glanced at it.

The three pages were filled with dense writing, covering everything from cattle and sheep to grains and cereals, from silk and brocade to jade and gold artifacts.

He didn't bother to look closely, picked up his pen and wrote "Approved" at the end, then threw the list back to Liu An.

The Minister of War stood up, about to speak about the border military expenses.

At this moment, a guard quietly entered through a side door of the main hall, walked to Liu An's side, and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, Liu An's expression changed slightly. He then quickly walked to Qin Batian's side, bent down, and lowered his voice.

"Your Majesty, the Third Princess has returned to the palace and has entered the inner hall. She says she has important matters to discuss with you."

Qin Batian's fingers suddenly stopped. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then turned his head to look at the ministers in the hall.

"The court assembly is adjourned for today. All officials, please withdraw."

The ministers were stunned. It had only been less than an hour. Usually, court assemblies would last at least two hours. Why had it ended so early today?

But no one dared to ask; if the King of Qin said it wouldn't be opened, then it wouldn't be opened.

Qin Batian stood up from the dragon throne and walked quickly back to the imperial study along the side corridor.

Qin Ziwei stood in the center of the imperial study, her eyes shining brightly, as if they held two stars.

He held a long wooden box in his hands. The box was entirely black and covered with fine runes, from which a faint spiritual light seemed to flow.

Qin Ziwei's face was filled with excitement. She turned around and walked to Qin Batian, holding the wooden box with both hands and raising it above her head.

"Father, your daughter is back."

Qin Batian held the wooden box, turned around and walked to the table, placing the box on it.

He took a deep breath and opened the box.

A beam of azure light shot out from the wooden box, like an invisible spell, cleaving the air in the imperial study.

After the light faded, he saw a gun.

The gun was entirely black, with a dark gold tip, and the shaft was covered with fine runes. It seemed as if a ferocious beast was inside the gun!

Qin Batian felt that as long as he reached out and grasped the gun barrel, the ferocious beast would open its eyes and tear everything in front of it to shreds.

Qin Batian's hands began to tremble. He reached out and gripped the gun barrel.

"Is this a fifth-grade high-quality item?" Qin Batian's voice was hoarse and deep, as if he were asking Qin Ziwei, or perhaps himself.

He suddenly laughed. "It wasn't easy!"

After waiting for so many years, the Great Yan Dynasty has finally received something good.

The national treasure of the Great Yan Dynasty is a large bronze cauldron.

But that cauldron wasn't used to kill people; it was used to suppress destiny.

For eight hundred years, that thing has been in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and even Qin Batian dared not touch it.

But this gun is different. Guns are for killing, for use on the battlefield, and for drawing blood with a single thrust.

With a fifth-grade superior spear in his hand, Qin Batian now dares to fight against even the peak of the Divine Sea Realm!

Those small dynasties that have been roaming the border for over a decade, and the barbarian tribes that seized over a dozen cities from the Great Yan Dynasty, are in for a lot of trouble.

They will soon learn what fear is.

Qin Batian stopped laughing, put the gun back in the wooden box, and closed the lid.

The ripples on his face slowly subsided, returning to calm, but his usually composed and dignified eyes had completely changed.

No longer the indifferent and composed ruler he once was, he has instead become sharp and ruthless, like a divine weapon drawn from its sheath, making it impossible for anyone to see through his thoughts.

He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Qin Ziwei, and after a few moments of silence, he slowly spoke.

"Ziwei, you said in your message that the auction house sold three high-grade fifth-tier items this time?"

Qin Ziwei's heart tightened, and she dared not hide anything, nodding heavily.

The moment the words left his mouth, Qin Batian's aura suddenly froze!

"Really?"

The deep sound was particularly clear in the silent imperial study, concealing his undisguised shock.

Three top-tier level 5 items!

On the same day, the same auction house was put up for auction by the same person!

Such an outrageous thing actually happened within our own Great Yan Dynasty.

In the Great Yan Dynasty, an auction house can cause a city-wide uproar over a single mid-grade fourth-tier treasure.

Not to mention those fifth-tier high-grade items, they're absolutely terrifying!

But the mysterious Boss Lin casually tossed out three items without batting an eye.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke: "Father, there is one more thing."

Qin Batian turned his head and looked at him with a serious expression.

"The third item, the essence blood of the Nine Luminaries Black Tiger, was purchased by a young man in black robes for 2.5 million spirit stones."

Qin Ziwei lowered her voice, her tone carrying an inexplicable sense of apprehension.

"My daughter has a gut feeling that he is definitely not from the Great Yan Dynasty."

She paused, her tone growing increasingly serious: "I suspect that news of the Heavenly Auction House has already reached beyond the Great Yan Dynasty."

"Otherwise, why would an outsider make a special trip to a remote border town like Xuantian City?"

"His presence means the news has already leaked, and he will definitely not be the only outsider at the next auction."

Qin Batian's brows furrowed instantly, his fingers tapping lightly on the windowsill, his expression growing increasingly grave.

He naturally understood what his daughter meant.

Beyond the Great Yan Dynasty lies the even more expansive Qingzhou.

There is a first-rate sect there, whose foundation far surpasses that of the Great Yan royal family.

The reputation of the Heavenly Auction House has truly spread far and wide.

If one outsider can come, countless outsiders will flock to him.

Next time, it might be a top sect, or even an established power in the Southern Region.

At that time, the Great Yan Dynasty will have absolutely no say and will not even be qualified to get a share of the spoils.

Such a person must have an absolutely terrifying power behind them.

Qin Batian turned around, looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, his face a mixture of light and shadow, his brows furrowed, and he remained silent for a long, long time.

He had ruled the Great Yan Dynasty for many years and had never been so wary of anyone.

After a long silence, he spoke softly, his voice so low it sounded like he was talking to himself, yet it carried an indescribable solemnity and apprehension.

"The Celestial Auction House..."