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

It has been nine days since the last auction ended.

Tomorrow marks the start of a new round of auctions across the heavens.

Before dawn, Xuanwu Street in Xuantian City was already in complete chaos.

Every time there's a gathering, I have to go to the food stalls; the queues are so long they seem endless.

The street winds its way from the store entrance to the end, and even after turning the corner, it's still packed with people.

The cultivators munched on hot flatbreads as they hurried toward the Heavenly Auction House.

The closer they got to the auction house, the more crowded it became. When they reached the main entrance, they were completely blocked from moving.

Tens of thousands of people crowded in front of the door; they weren't queuing, they were reserving seats.

Tickets for tomorrow's auction are available on a first-come, first-served basis, while supplies last.

In order to secure a good spot near the front, this group planned to stay here all night, wait until dawn when the doors opened, and rush in to grab a seat as soon as possible.

The cool moonlight shone on everyone's faces, and their expressions varied.

But in everyone's eyes burned the same light: an extreme desire.

A young rogue cultivator sat on the steps, clutching half a sesame seed cake in his hand, taking a big bite.

He looked up at the gilded sign above the auction house, his voice not loud.

"Tomorrow, I must get the best spot in the front."

A nearby cultivator chuckled upon hearing this: "You're planning to stay up all night?"

The young rogue cultivator's eyes were incredibly determined, and his tone carried a ruthless, all-or-nothing intensity:

"No way! How many times in this lifetime can one enter the Celestial Auction House?"

"Getting in once is enough; getting in twice is like your ancestors' graves emitting auspicious smoke!"

"If we don't get a good spot this time, we might not have another chance!"

The cultivator who had been laughing instantly stopped, nodded emphatically, lowered his head and silently began to eat his sesame seed cake, saying no more.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the guest rooms on the second floor of the Biyouwei Inn was extremely oppressive.

Ye Zhou, the sect leader of Liuyun Sect, sat around a small table with two elders, Zhou Xuan and Qian Tonghai, and his son, Ye Yun.

There was only a pot of cold tea on the table, which had long since gone cold, but no one had touched it.

Ye Zhou leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, his brows furrowed, his face full of worry.

Ye Yun sat beside him, her legs crossed.

He had an undisguised smug look on his face and was very relaxed throughout.

Zhou Xuan and Qian Tonghai, sitting opposite Ye Zhou, had even more solemn expressions than Ye Zhou, and remained silent throughout the entire process.

They arrived in Xuantian City in the afternoon and were dumbfounded when they entered the inn.

From the first floor to the third floor, all the guest rooms were fully booked; there wasn't a single empty room.

The owner frankly stated that all the rooms had been booked three days in advance, with not even half a room left.

Ye Zhou's face darkened immediately, and he turned to glare at Ye Yun.

Before he left, he specifically instructed Ye Yun to book a room in advance.

Ye Yun readily agreed, thinking everything was settled, never expecting the inn to be so sought after.

If Ye Yun had made the reservation even a moment later, they would have had to sleep on the streets tonight.

Ye Yun pretended not to see her father's cold look and took a sip of tea.

The herbal tea tasted bitter and astringent, so he immediately spat it out, his face full of disgust.

For this trip, Liuyun Sect has practically emptied its coffers.

Ye Zhou did not specify the exact amount, but judging from his tense expression, it was clear that he had exhausted the entire sect's resources.

Ye Yun remained nonchalant, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table while humming an off-key tune.

Of the four people in the room, only he had ever been to the All Heavens Auction House and personally experienced the awe-inspiring scenes of an auction.

Ye Zhou, seeing his nonchalant attitude, was furious: "What are you whining about? Behave yourself!"

Ye Yun chuckled, his face full of pride: "Dad, I'm just happy."

"You haven't seen that Boss Lin. He's younger than me, only in his early twenties, and he can casually pull out high-grade fifth-tier spiritual treasures."

"If I had half his skill, our Flowing Cloud Sect would have long since risen from second-rate to first-rate!"

Ye Zhou opened his mouth, but in the end, he moved his hand!

Snapped!

"Then how come you're so useless, you can't even compare to people younger than you?"

……

The guest room next door had a completely different atmosphere.

Zhao Tieshan, the Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor, sat upright in his chair, exuding an awe-inspiring aura of fierce courage.

He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a square face with distinct features, and a pair of bright, piercing eyes.

His cultivation had reached the peak of the Divine Sea Realm, just one step away from the King Realm.

He stared intently at the young man in front of him, his voice kept very low.

"Holy Son, tomorrow's auction is definitely not simple."

Standing by the window was Duan Yan, the Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor.

At only twenty years old, he had already reached the late stage of the Transcendent Realm.

He possesses extraordinary talent and is the son of the sect leader, Duan Tianlang, and the designated future heir of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor.

Duan Yan turned around, a slight, dismissive smile playing on his lips, his tone indifferent:

"Uncle Zhao, I saw it. Many people from top-tier second-rate sects have come, even Lu Chenzhou from the Heavenly Sword Sect has come in person."

Zhao Tieshan's expression instantly turned serious.

The one from the Heavenly Sword Sect was none other than Elder Lu Chenzhou, whose cultivation was also at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm, making him no less powerful than him.

Lu Chenzhou was older and his health was slightly declining.

Their swordsmanship is unparalleled; if they were to actually fight, the outcome would be unpredictable.

More importantly, Lu Chenzhou also brought Shen Qingyi, the senior disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Shen Qingyi was also at the late stage of the Transcendent Realm, and the entire Heavenly Sword Sect stood behind her.

Duan Yan saw through Zhao Tieshan's concerns at a glance, stepped forward slowly, and gently patted his shoulder.

His smile was relaxed and casual, but his eyes held an arrogance and confidence that looked down on everything.

That was an innate sense of superiority—the confidence of the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Beasts Manor, looking down upon all living beings.

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry."

"Lu Chenzhou is only at the same level as you. He is quite old, and he might not be your match in a real fight."

Zhao Tieshan remained silent.

Duan Yan was telling the truth, but what he feared was never Lu Chenzhou himself, but the Heavenly Sword Sect behind him.

If a conflict were to break out with Lu Chenzhou inside the auction house, or even if he were to be injured, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the entire Heavenly Sword Sect.

At that time, it will become a life-or-death feud between two top sects, which is by no means a trivial matter.

The smile on Duan Yan's face vanished instantly, his eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold, and his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"If we can afford the items for tomorrow's auction, we'll bid openly and fairly."

"If I can't afford it..."

He paused, his tone filled with ruthlessness and domineering.

"Just rob it."

"This Xuantian City is originally the territory of my Ten Thousand Beasts Manor."

"A small auction house, with an outsider as its owner, dares to act so presumptuously on our turf?"

Zhao Tieshan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared straight at Duan Yan.

Duan Yan's gaze was icy, showing no sign of backing down.

Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a few breaths.

Zhao Tieshan's heart was in turmoil, but he suddenly understood.

Before setting off, Sect Leader Duan Tianlang didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer:

We must seize this treasure.

If you can buy it, great; if not, use other means.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Manor is the king of southern Qingzhou, the ruler of this land.

Zhao Tieshan nodded slowly, the last trace of worry in his eyes completely disappearing, leaving only ruthlessness and determination.

Duan Yan is right!

They are from the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor; it's good that this forest owner knows what's good for him.

If they don't know what's good for them...

Then we'll have to resort to other methods!

They accept any treasure of this caliber.

After all, the reputation of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor for its enormous appetite is well-deserved!