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

Shen Ling'er sat at the shop entrance for a while, her eyes somewhat lost in thought.

She could hardly believe it; she had actually secured a spot at the Zhutian Auction House branch!

Shen Ling'er couldn't understand what it was about her that attracted the forestry owner.

I was just lucky; I survived being poisoned and ended up seeing magical artifacts just by walking around.

Could it be that he thinks he's lucky and can bring good fortune to the All Heavens Auction House?

……

A moment later, she got up and went into the shop, pulling out a brand-new red cloth sign from under the counter.

She took down the old, faded signboard and handed it to the guard beside her, then aligned and stuck the brand-new red cloth signboard tightly.

Old Li from next door heard the noise and poked his head out to see the words on the sign.

He shook the basin in his hand so hard that he didn't even realize he was spilling water.

He was utterly shocked: "Ling'er, my dear, what's wrong with you...?"

"Yes, Uncle Li, I have obtained the agency qualification of the Zhutian Auction House."

The pedestrians on the entire street were completely dumbfounded.

Old Wang's voice trembled as he murmured in disbelief:

"The Heavenly Auction House... that's a super power that even the top sects of Qingzhou are vying to curry favor with!"

"They've actually set up a branch in our Luoyun City?"

Without anyone needing to explain, everyone already knew the answer.

The news instantly sent shockwaves through the entire street.

A young, unaffiliated monk at the end of the street rushed over and almost fell.

He was eager to pass the message on to others.

The All-Heavens Auction House has been established here!

Customers rushed out of the teahouse on the street, forgetting to pay for their tea.

The teahouse owner was squeezed at the front, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

Several burly men from Qianji Pawnshop across the street were pushed to the doorway in turn.

He recalled how they had repeatedly mocked and suppressed the Shen family's small shop in the past.

The group of people turned pale instantly, shocked and frightened, and lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

In a short time, the news spread rapidly, reaching the entire city of Luoyun.

At the tavern in the south of the city, all the patrons stood frozen in place, holding their glasses, no longer in the mood to drink.

The storyteller at the teahouse in the north of the city immediately changed his story.

He changed the story at the last minute, focusing on Shen Ling'er's journey to Xuantian City to obtain the qualification.

Although I don't know if he saw it with his own eyes, it sounds really exciting.

"Do you know how Shen Ling'er obtained that qualification?"

The storyteller looked at the audience with a mysterious expression.

"She got into a fight with Lin Tianchang, the venue owner!"

"Although Shen Ling'er narrowly lost, she still gained the appreciation of the forest owner."

"That's why she obtained the agency qualification for the All-Heavens Auction House!"

The audience was stunned, but looking at the storyteller's confident expression...

"Awesome, I believe it!"

……

Mr. Qian, the owner of the Luoyun Chamber of Commerce, was the last person in the city to know the truth.

He was leisurely enjoying his tea on the second floor, initially ignoring the noise from the street.

It wasn't until the shop assistant, pale-faced, rushed upstairs to report that the Shen family across the street had hung up a sign for a branch of the Zhutian Auction House.

"Snap!"

Boss Qian clenched his fists tightly, and the teacup in his hand shattered instantly.

All that remained in my heart was overwhelming resentment and bewilderment.

On what grounds?

In the vast city of Luoyun, it's not the Shen family's turn!

Why did the Heavenly Auction House choose Shen Ling'er?

I refuse to accept this!

……

With only one day left until the auction, the gates of Xuantian City were already nearly bursting at the seams.

Cultivators from all over Qingzhou surged in like a tide.

The guards at the city gate were so busy they barely had time to breathe; the registers in their hands were as thick as stones.

Xuantian City has now expanded dozens of times, with the city walls pushed outwards and the newly built streets wide enough for eight horses to run side by side.

Standing on the city wall, Liu Cang looked down at the sea of ​​people below and felt incredibly pleased.

He turned to his deputy and said, "When His Majesty first said he wanted to expand it, I didn't think it needed to be this big."

"Looking back now, the vision was still too narrow."

The deputy's lips twitched.

What are you pretending for...?

The liveliest place was the area surrounding the Zhutian Auction House.

The first group of cultivators to arrive had already occupied the chain of inns surrounding the auction house.

They all pressed themselves against the windows, craning their necks to look outside.

"Holy crap, why does it feel like the All-Heavens Auction House has grown several times larger?"

A young rogue cultivator leaned against the windowsill on the second floor of the inn, his eyes wide open.

A middle-aged cultivator next to him rolled his eyes at him:

"Nonsense, Boss Lin already said he wanted to expand. Are you deaf or not?"

The inn lobby was packed with people; there was barely any room to stand.

The shop owner stood behind the counter, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

A wandering swordsman carrying a longsword squeezed to the counter and slapped a handful of spirit stones:

"Boss, are there any rooms left?"

The boss didn't even look up: "That's all."

The wandering swordsman paused for a moment, then said, "The woodshed will do too!"

The boss looked up at him and said, "The woodshed is gone too."

"Do you need to use the outhouse?"

"It's newly built, and no one has used it yet."

The knight's face darkened, and after taking a few steps back, he turned around and came back.

"A toilet is fine too, how much?"

……

Regardless of whether they had a place to stay, these monks remained as excited as ever.

Millions of people gathered in Xuantian City just to watch the main auction!

As for why not go to a branch?

Logically speaking, it should be easier to get into the third branch, without having to fight tooth and nail for it.

But these people insist on squeezing into the main area.

The reason is simple—the main branch is the authentic one!

No matter how impressive a branch is, it's still just a branch.

If you come to Xuantian City but don't go to the main branch, what's the difference between coming and not coming at all?

……

"There will be plenty of opportunities to go to the branch offices later, but not necessarily to the headquarters."

An old monk sat on the stone steps of the square, legs crossed, speaking with the air of someone who had been through it all.

He looked indifferently at the young cultivators around him.

"We should come to this place as often as we can."

"Next time, we might not be able to get in."

The young man next to him was taken aback and nervously asked why.

The old monk stroked his beard:

"The number of people is increasing, and tickets are becoming increasingly difficult to get."

"You're lucky you managed to squeeze in."

"Next time, when your luck runs out, you can just stand at the door."

The young man turned pale with fright.

Liu Cang led the city guards on patrol, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Liu Cang was standing with his hands behind his back when a commotion arose in the distance.

He looked up and saw several cultivators dressed in magnificent brocade robes walking from the direction of the teleportation array, followed by a group of followers.

He looks like someone from a major sect; he has an extraordinary presence.

But once they got to the square, they lost their temper.

They didn't cut in line; they obediently lined up at the back of the queue.

A young follower tried to push his way forward, but was slapped back by the leader.

"Stand still. This is the Heavenly Auction House, not your backyard."

The young attendant covered his face, not daring to utter a sound.

Even if Lin Tian doesn't make a move, the spittle from each of these hundreds of thousands of people would amount to several tons!

Enough to drown him...

Just then, Liu Cang suddenly heard a loud shout. He wondered who it was, and if someone had already started practicing bidding.

"One million!"

"Two million!"

"I'll offer five million!"

His companion patted him on the shoulder:

"You haven't even bought your ticket yet, what are you practicing as a Bull Demon King for?"

……