One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Feng Zhenghao, accompanied by his daughter, was led by a waiter to a private room with an excellent view.

The private room was decorated in the most luxurious way, with tea and snacks provided.

As time went on, the auction proceeded smoothly.

The items up for auction were indeed all exceptional.

A mature He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) with a medicinal history of over a century.

There is a unique piece of protective gear left behind by a master craftsman.

There are even a few incomplete ancient bamboo slips containing martial arts techniques.

The bidding below was incessant, creating a very lively atmosphere.

But Feng Zhenghao remained seated on the sofa the entire time, leisurely sipping his tea.

He didn't even touch the bidding machine on the table.

After more than two hours, all the previous items were finally sold.

The lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the central exhibition stand.

The auctioneer adopted a very serious expression and cleared his throat.

"Distinguished guests, the next item is the final highlight of this auction."

He turned to the side.

Two security guards pushed a display vehicle covered with red silk up.

"This artifact comes from the hands of a great Taoist master from the Song Dynasty."

The auctioneer's voice echoed in the hall, whetting everyone's appetite.

"It is not a divine weapon that is used for killing, but a supreme magical artifact that gathers the righteous energy of heaven and earth and carries the Daoist essence of hundreds of years!"

He raised his hand and lifted it up.

The red silk slipped down.

Inside the glass case of the booth, a wooden ruler about two feet long was quietly displayed.

The wooden ruler was a deep, dark purple color.

The surface is covered with natural scorch marks that look like they were struck by lightning.

Although separated by glass, everyone seemed to feel a pure, peaceful, yet vast and majestic aura rushing towards them.

"During the Song Dynasty, a jujube wood celestial ruler was struck by lightning!"

The auctioneer announced loudly:

"This ruler is made from a hundred-year-old jujube wood struck by lightning from the Nine Heavens. It was carved by a high-ranking Taoist priest who spent half his life on it. The ruler is engraved with the Big Dipper and the Tianpeng Divine Mantra."

"You are all experts, so you naturally know the value of such top-quality lightning-struck wood."

Not only can it ward off evil spirits and suppress malevolent forces, but if it is held and played with frequently by a Taoist practitioner, it can also help to calm the mind, concentrate the spirit, and comprehend the wondrous effects of innate thunder magic!

"Starting price: 50 million! Each subsequent bid must be at least 5 million!"

"Auction begins!"

When the reserve price was announced, the hall was silent for a second, followed by a series of gasps of surprise.

Buy a piece of wood with a starting price of 50 million!

This has exceeded the limits of what many second-rate families can afford.

But true powerful clans naturally understand the rarity of this Heavenly Ruler.

"Fifty-five million!"

Sixty million!

"I'll offer seventy million!"

Bidding began to echo from the various hidden private rooms, and the numbers climbed steadily.

Inside the No. B private room.

Feng Zhenghao looked at the Heavenly Ruler on the display stand, and the smile on his lips finally deepened.

"Lightning struck jujube wood, the Heavenly Canopy Mantra. Pure and peaceful, with profound heritage."

He nodded in satisfaction: "This item is perfectly befitting of the identity of True Person Tian Shu."

The price outside is approaching 100 million.

Feng Shayan turned her head and asked softly, "Dad, when should we make our move?"

Feng Zhenghao calmly picked up his teacup and gently blew on it.

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

"When buying things, especially the most important items, you not only need to get your hands on them, but you also need to make a big impact."

When the bidding outside gradually thinned out, the price settled at 120 million.

A brief stalemate ensued in the hall.

The auctioneer is raising his gavel, preparing for the first countdown.

Feng Zhenghao put down his teacup, reached out and calmly entered a number into the electronic price-calling machine in front of him.

"Ding!"

On the main screen above the lobby, the price of the Class B VIP room was updated instantly.

All eyes in the room turned to the screen.

The once noisy hall fell silent in an instant.

Two hundred million!

The price was increased by a whopping 80 million from the original price!

This is no longer an auction; this is using pure financial power to shut up all potential competitors.

Inside the private room.

Feng Shayan looked at her father's decisive price increase, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly understood.

She understood what her father meant.

If you argue with others over a gift worth tens of millions just to please that living ancestor, you've actually lost your way.

What we need is that decisive, resolute determination to win.

really.

Faced with this staggering number, the few private rooms that had initially shown interest all gave up.

We are all smart people.

Not only did we see this staggering figure, but we also saw the bidder's determination to win.

It's clearly not worth offending a mysterious big shot who's willing to spend a fortune for a magical artifact.

"Two hundred million, for the first time!"

"Two hundred million, for the second time!"

"Two hundred million, third..."

"Wait!"

Chapter 456 Feng Zhenghao's Retreat, the Remnant Soul of a Powerful Being

"Two hundred million, third place..."

The auctioneer raised his gavel high, ready to deliver the final blow.

"Three hundred million."

A gentle, steady male voice drifted out from the loudspeakers above the hall.

The already oppressive atmosphere in the hall seemed to be completely drained away by those words.

No one made a loud noise, but the rising and falling gasps were more real than any exclamation.

Three hundred million!

Buy a piece of charred, broken wood?!

All eyes turned past the booth and onto the best-located and most spacious private room on the second floor, designated as "Class A".

Inside the No. B private room.

Feng Shayan had just picked up the teapot to refill her father's water.

Upon hearing the price, his wrist trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled onto the rosewood tea table.

"Dad, this..."

Feng Shayan lowered her voice, her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing tightly.

Feng Zhenghao did not show the usual frustration and anger that people feel when their loved ones are taken away.

He held his teacup, gently blew away the floating leaves, and even took a sip with great interest, his expression unchanged.

"Not urgent."

Feng Zhenghao put down his teacup, took out a square handkerchief from his inner pocket, slowly wiped the water stains on the table, and gently instructed:

"Shayan, find out who's sitting in room A tonight."

Feng Shayan immediately took out her specially made tablet and quickly swiped her finger across the screen to access the Tianxia Society's secret intelligence network in the capital.

In less than half a minute, she looked up, her eyes filled with a strange and puzzled expression.

"Dad, I found it."

Feng Shayan looked at the information on the screen, her tone somewhat hesitant:

"They're from the Changqing Group. The person leading the team is said to be a trusted aide to their founder, Master Shen."