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

With everything in place, Lin Tian immediately set his sights on the next thing—opening a branch.

Now, one branch is no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.

The system initially allocated three branch slots, but he only used one.

The remaining two spots have remained vacant.

Now that the main branch has completely completed its level 2 upgrade, all three branches have also benefited from the system's free upgrades to level 2.

Therefore, opening a branch is of utmost urgency!

Although it lacks the main building's independent small world, the VIP room's bidding panel has all the core functions.

It's a waste to leave such a top-of-the-line configuration unused.

Moreover, given the current reputation of the Zhutian Auction House, Lin Tian doesn't need to actively seek out a base.

Once the news gets out, it will affect even the small auction houses in Qingzhou that are on the verge of bankruptcy.

It's still those established auction houses with great power and reputation.

They would absolutely go crazy and come knocking on our door.

There's nothing we can do; the Heavenly Auction House is just that awesome.

He just needs to sit in the main room and take his time choosing.

Choose the obedient and sensible ones, and select those that can bring the greatest profit to the auction house.

This is the confidence that fame brings.

In the past, if he humbled himself to ask for cooperation, the other party wouldn't even open the door for him.

But now, if he just loosens his grip, all the forces in Qingzhou will scramble to curry favor with him.

As for spreading the news, Lin Tian was too lazy to go door-to-door; that would be too stupid.

He sat in the quiet chamber within the heart vein of the Creation Spirit Tree, and spoke softly, calling out, "Wang Teng."

The next second, Wang Teng strode into the corridor, stood respectfully at the door with a bow.

Lin Tian raised his eyes, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Go and spread the news throughout Qingzhou."

"The Heavenly Auction House is expanding its network to include new branches."

"Those who want to cooperate, come to the Xuan Tian City Lord's headquarters to talk to me."

"There is only one condition: replace all the existing auction houses with the signs of my All Heavens Auction House."

"All the goods will be supplied by me, and the spirit stones earned will be split proportionally."

"Come if you can accept it, otherwise don't bother."

Without asking any further questions, Wang Teng solemnly agreed, then immediately turned and left to spread the news.

As the young master's business grows, I will also be able to enjoy the benefits.

In the future, won't all kinds of elixirs and essences be as easy to show off as a self-service item?

……

In the southern part of Qingzhou, there is the Wanshou Manor.

This mountain range stretches for thousands of miles, with mountains upon mountains and ridges, and ancient trees that would take several people to encircle.

Looking down from a high vantage point, the continuous mountain peaks resemble a giant, sleeping beast, lying motionless on the ground.

Above the mountainside, a layer of gray mist shrouds the area year-round.

That was a beast spirit miasma formed by the mountain-protecting formation mixed with the aura of demonic beasts.

An ordinary person would faint from just one puff.

The gate of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor is built on the top of the highest main peak.

The mountaintop was leveled and covered with massive black boulders, which were then used to build a dark, imposing hall.

Deep within the manor lies the sleeping quarters of the manor lord, Duan Tianlang.

He fought his way up from a lowly cultivator to where he is today.

He trampled over countless enemies, killed those who dared to defy him, and forged himself into the local tyrant of southern Qingzhou.

But today he sat motionless on the black iron stone chair in the center of the stone chamber, his hands supporting his knees, his head bowed.

Duan Tianlang's hand was pressed on the tiger's head, making the tiger's head "crunch".

Two people were kneeling on the ground in front of him.

One of them is Elder Qin, the Foreign Affairs Elder, who is in charge of gathering information.

The other was his son Duan Yan's personal bodyguard.

Duan Tianlang didn't even raise his head, his voice hoarse like sandpaper grinding against sheet metal:

Say it again.

The guard lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, his voice broken and intermittent:

"The Holy...the Holy Son and the Grand Elder have not come out of the auction house since they entered."

"I've inquired, and the Holy Son got into a conflict with that forestry owner in the main hall, and was... was slapped to death."

"Elder Zhao was the same; with just one slap, both of them died on the spot."

"Click—"

Duan Tianlang tightened his grip, and a crack appeared in the black iron tiger head.

He slowly raised his head.

His face was covered in scars.

His eyes were dark brown, filled with a deep, dark hatred; there were no tears, only murderous intent.

"A slap."

He repeated it softly, as if confirming it with himself.

The guard dared not raise his head and replied tremblingly:

"Yes...it was a slap."

"With a casual wave of his hand, the Holy Son and the Grand Elder... just disappeared."

The stone chamber was quiet for a few moments, with only the crackling of the candlelight.

The flame flickered three times, casting a swaying shadow on the wall, causing panic.

Duan Tianlang stared at the guard: "Why don't you go in?"

The guard shuddered, as if struck by lightning, his voice shrill and tearful:

"I...I don't have a ticket!"

"The Holy Son only bought two tickets, one for himself and one for the Grand Elder."

"I'll wait outside!"

"We really don't have any tickets! If they go in, I'll definitely stop the Holy Son..."

Duan Tianlang raised his hand.

The guard's words caught in his throat instantly, his throat felt like it was being choked, his eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

But Duan Tianlang's hand did not fall.

He glanced at the guard for a few seconds, then coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."

The guards scrambled out, their footsteps fading into the distance before disappearing behind the stone gate.

Only Duan Tianlang and Elder Qin remained in the stone chamber.

Elder Qin knelt on the ground, his head bowed low, not daring to look him in the eye.

Duan Tianlang leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

There was a tiger carved on the ceiling. He stared at the tiger's eyes and suddenly felt like he was that tiger.

It opened its mouth, revealing its teeth, but couldn't bite anything.

"Elder Qin." His voice was calm, so calm that it didn't seem like he had just lost his son.

Elder Qin cautiously looked up: "Master of the Manor."

"What's the cultivation level of that forestry owner?"

Elder Qin swallowed hard: "Cannot find it."

"But Elder Zhao, who was at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm, could be killed with a single slap. He must be at least at the mid-stage of the King Realm... But I suspect he's more than that."

Duan Tianlang raised an eyebrow slightly.

Zhao Tieshan is one of the top experts at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm.

Even a normal player in the early stages of a game can kill him, but they definitely can't kill him with a single slap.

To be able to execute such a clean and decisive move requires either late-game King of Glory, peak King of Glory, or even higher.

He cultivated for over a hundred years, climbing from the bottom to the mid-stage of the King realm, not relying on talent.

That's ruthless!

They are ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to themselves.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have let their son go and steal things...

I always thought that as long as you're ruthless enough, there's nothing you can't accomplish.

Now I understand that there is such a thing as overwhelming power in this world.

No matter how ruthless you are, you're nothing in the face of absolute power.

"The Celestial Auction House..."

His mouth was instantly replaced by a ferocious grin.

He spoke to the air as if he were talking to Lin Tian.

Each word was enunciated with extreme force, carrying a bloody undertone:

"You killed my son, I'll cut off your source of income."

"A life for a life, that's fair."

Elder Qin lay on the ground, feeling a chill run down his spine as he listened.

hiss……

"What underhanded trick is that old geezer going to pull this time? Don't drag me into it!"

Duan Tianlang's voice was deep: "You're coming out with me..."

"what?"

……

(The main character won't be disgusting, dear readers, don't worry.)